Inclined as I am to perfervid contrarian rant and inconsistency, yet I dare pray such scribblings as follow perhaps may furnish welcome antidote to the moralising of bourgeois liberals, and conservative cant.


That’s Incestry, Not Ancestry, You Lantern-Jawed Fool!

Citizens! Now here’s a discovery: Ned happened upon this marvellously shocking site whilst researching the many cells of obscure European royalty active on the dark web, plotting Restoration. – addressing the prognathus-jawed, the cross-eyed, the slope-headed, the thin of hair, the short of tooth and flakey of skin, the wet and hanging of …


collective bargaining by riot*


My name is Edward Ludd. Or Ludlum. Or Ludlam. Ned. I am also known, in machine-breaking circles, as King, General, and Captain Ludd.

I was born, so I am told, of indistinct parentage, sometime, somewhere, in and around Leicester.

A skilled weaver by trade, my livelihood was destroyed by machinery which required so little skill it could be operated by children. And was. For pitiful wages. In foul conditions. Day and night. For a machine does not eat or sleep.

Thus the mill owner grew rich at my expense.

Seeing my way of life, and so my family, destroyed, I resolved to cause trouble and thereby bring notice to my plight.

Residing in Sherwood Forest, I caused trouble in Nottinghamshire. Thence, travelling extensively, I caused trouble in Derby, in the West Riding of Yorkshire, and in Lancashire.

I found many people in similar destitution, of like mind, to cause trouble with me.

We will not rest. Our numbers grow. If justice be not done, if working folk be naught but a disposable commodity, we will cause trouble forevermore.

I am told that, nowadays, even our graves are dug by machine.

A soul will not rest in a hole dug by machine.


Remember: Cause trouble. And teach your children well.

*thankyou, Eric Hobsbawm


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