NED’S BLOG
Talking Workingman’s Cemetery Blues
Citizens! Now that civilization is no longer comfortable with coal.. Ned thinks it timely that tribute is paid to the thousands of working souls lost to roof collapse, gas explosion, pit flood, lift plummet, runaway skip, haulage rope mauling, rushed mechanisation, black lung, everlasting uncertainty, and the rest, in that time not so long ago …
Our Janus HANSONS: Twin Mothers Of Australia
Citizens! Election looming, it seems timely to resurrect an old puff-piece, Ned’s dewy-eyed celebration of Our Twin Mothers, two comfortable-but-opinionated feminist gals who, although perhaps unusually quiescent of late, are still out there in the electorate, thinking only of us. Ned has no doubt the full benefit of Hanson dualist wisdom is yet to …
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That’s Incestry, Not Ancestry, You Lantern-Jawed Fool!
Citizens! Now here’s a discovery: Incestry.com Ned happened upon this marvellously shocking site whilst researching the many cells of obscure European royalty active on the dark web, plotting Restoration. Incestry.com – 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 …
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NED LUDD : MY STORY
Citizens!
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.
Ned
Remember: Cause trouble. And teach your children well.
*thankyou, Eric Hobsbawm
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