Don't you just love the general public? Doing a viva stop the badger cull stall:
Us: "Want to save the badgers - sign a postcard."
Woman: "Definitately not!"...
What a twat.
Then there was this lad and a girl, they said no then as they were walking away the lad stuck his finger up at us behind his back - he had "Young Farmers" on his top. So I shouted "fuck you!" at him...wish I hadn't but him being a young scummer and the finger pissed me off.
Anyways, thankfully those were the only two major disruptive people. The usual annoyances of people saying no and looking at us as if we're from some far off planet for caring about animals. But then you have the people who do have some morality in them and they signed and took leaflets. It helped I bought a bag of sweets from poundland - fox's glacier fruit drops - to entice people too. Overall we did well; all the postcards got signed - roughly about 200. And we got some money to send to Viva.
Pics coming soon.
Saturday 20 November 2010
Tuesday 16 November 2010
Sick Photographer Takes Pictures Of Hunted Endangered Animals
http://www.davidchancellor.com/docs/photos.php?id=2:4
http://www.npg.org.uk:8080/photoprize/site10/exhibition_winners.php
His other photos are of elephant and leapord hunting, wtf? Does the twat not realise these animals are species on the decline due to the fucked up hunters who take their lives?
I've sent him an email : david@davidchancellor.com
"I find it highly disturbing you would photograph such acts of cruelty, particularly where endangered species are involved. By standing idly by and photographing men and women showing off their ability to pull a trigger and take a life you are encouraging sadism and the destruction of nature's treasures. The elephant and leapord are both in decline due to humans hunting them and encroaching on their land. Your image of the girl on the horse with the dead buck is also vile. She is not innocent. She did not need to take the life of that innocent being.
I hope in future you refrain from the encouragement of murder and alternatively support an end to such a barbaric, sadistic practice such as hunting for pleasure and trophies."
http://www.npg.org.uk:8080/photoprize/site10/exhibition_winners.php
His other photos are of elephant and leapord hunting, wtf? Does the twat not realise these animals are species on the decline due to the fucked up hunters who take their lives?
I've sent him an email : david@davidchancellor.com
"I find it highly disturbing you would photograph such acts of cruelty, particularly where endangered species are involved. By standing idly by and photographing men and women showing off their ability to pull a trigger and take a life you are encouraging sadism and the destruction of nature's treasures. The elephant and leapord are both in decline due to humans hunting them and encroaching on their land. Your image of the girl on the horse with the dead buck is also vile. She is not innocent. She did not need to take the life of that innocent being.
I hope in future you refrain from the encouragement of murder and alternatively support an end to such a barbaric, sadistic practice such as hunting for pleasure and trophies."
Sunday 14 November 2010
Existentialism
Well, I have not posted for a long time, so upon finding my old essay from English Year 10 about being an 'outsider' I thought I would post it. Note although very emotive to work as an essay, it is true that I felt this way back then. Anyway, here it is (written in 2003 - so I would've been 14?):
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An ‘Outsider’ Is What I Am
I feel as though I’m the ‘outsider’ all the time. This is an account of my feelings about being on the outside, and being an ‘outsider’.
When I was younger and I had first started to experience feelings of existential despair, I imagined that I myself, were nothing but a robot or a home for these beings, these ‘aliens’. I believed they lived inside my head, and that my eyes were their viewpoint to look out at the world. That they were just peering out of my eyes at everything I saw, and were motionless. I also believed that they could feel everything I felt. All the emotions that I experienced, they experienced also. I thought that they could control my body, also. Everything I did, they controlled. And believing that I was just a mechanism controlled by these little beings, and that I was the only one who felt these feelings made me feel very lonely. I felt as though no one could empathise with me, therefore I was all alone, in this big wide world.
As well as feeling lonely, I felt scared, because I hadn’t experienced these feelings before. I hadn’t thought about the big questions in life such as “Why are we here?”, “What is the meaning of life?”, “Where did all life come from?”, and I wasn’t sure if others had experienced times where they had thought about these questions too. I became frightened when it came to the question, “Is there life after death?”, because I soon began to believe that I would live forever, basically being reincarnated as another human, and being used as a home for these ‘beings’ yet again. And that I would carry on being reincarnated, and basically never stop. The thought of leaving this life and going into another one upset me because it meant I would never be with my mother again, and that I wouldn’t remember my previous life. I wouldn’t remember my boyfriend, my family, my friends, my life. It was if I was an ‘outsider’ to the world, as if I was the only one who felt this, as if it was my burden to go from life to life being this controlled thing, as if it was up to me, and only me. This made me feel angry towards others because I believed that they could live their lives properly, and not worry about such things, whereas I couldn’t live like that. I also felt anger and confusion towards whoever placed this burden upon my chest even though I am confused as to what or who exactly decided that I was to be the one to carry this burden. I would ask why it was me that was chosen to be this “thing”, to be the ‘one’. Why me out of all the people in the world. I felt that it was so unfair.
When I tried to explain these feelings to my mum and dad I found it was very hard too, especially with being young and not having the vocabulary skills I have now. I couldn’t explain it well, and I really didn’t think they could understand it. Sometimes I would think about taking my life away, to get out of this cycle, to get away from being so ‘out cast’. But I may have only gone onto another life.
This obviously affected my parents, because they didn’t want me to commit suicide, I don’t think any parent would want to see their child die. They, as ‘insiders’ (as I saw them to be) did try to help, but I don’t think they managed to break through the barrier in between the ‘insiders’ and the ‘outsiders’.
As time went on and as I grew older, experienced more things, more people, experiencing the changes between being a child and being a teenager, my views changed slightly, but were more vivid and frightening. They were basically the same ‘plot’ though. I soon began to believe that I was the sole mechanical thing that would look on a group of about a thousand people or more. That I would be the keyhole in which you could peek out onto this certain group of people. Members of this group would be anybody I passed in the street, met on the internet, anybody I saw. I’m not sure if I still believe that there are little creatures in my head anymore, but I now believe that when I die I will go on to be another person that will be the ‘keyhole’ for a new group of thousands of people – the people I passed by on the street in this lifetime, and people I met, etc. Again I would think “why me?” out of all those people, and of the terrible thought of dying – “why do I have to leave my loved ones then continue this nightmare in another life?” Not being able to remember anything of the previous life. But the new beliefs I hold make it seem as though I am orbiting the world alone – making me the ‘outsider’ - staring down at the millions of people go by, minding their own business, as usual.
Again I didn’t and still don’t believe anybody could empathise with me, but on one night, I was thinking about all these things and I got really upset .Soon I was sitting in my fathers bedroom with my mum and dad and I was drawing this idea/belief that I had, I found it very upsetting and couldn’t stop crying throughout drawing it, but when I had completed and explained it in the best possible way that I could, my father said that he understood. He had said that both my grandfather and him self had felt these sort of feelings, although they may have been slightly different, at one time or another in their lifetime. He said there was a term that described these sorts of feelings – “Existential Angst”. This made me feel a little better because it made me believe for a while that I wasn’t the only one, the only ‘outsider’. But that belief faded and I now still believe that no one can empathise with me.
So I guess in the end I am still the only ‘outsider’ but only because I can’t come to believe in the empathy of others.
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Fin.
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I feel as though I’m the ‘outsider’ all the time. This is an account of my feelings about being on the outside, and being an ‘outsider’.
When I was younger and I had first started to experience feelings of existential despair, I imagined that I myself, were nothing but a robot or a home for these beings, these ‘aliens’. I believed they lived inside my head, and that my eyes were their viewpoint to look out at the world. That they were just peering out of my eyes at everything I saw, and were motionless. I also believed that they could feel everything I felt. All the emotions that I experienced, they experienced also. I thought that they could control my body, also. Everything I did, they controlled. And believing that I was just a mechanism controlled by these little beings, and that I was the only one who felt these feelings made me feel very lonely. I felt as though no one could empathise with me, therefore I was all alone, in this big wide world.
As well as feeling lonely, I felt scared, because I hadn’t experienced these feelings before. I hadn’t thought about the big questions in life such as “Why are we here?”, “What is the meaning of life?”, “Where did all life come from?”, and I wasn’t sure if others had experienced times where they had thought about these questions too. I became frightened when it came to the question, “Is there life after death?”, because I soon began to believe that I would live forever, basically being reincarnated as another human, and being used as a home for these ‘beings’ yet again. And that I would carry on being reincarnated, and basically never stop. The thought of leaving this life and going into another one upset me because it meant I would never be with my mother again, and that I wouldn’t remember my previous life. I wouldn’t remember my boyfriend, my family, my friends, my life. It was if I was an ‘outsider’ to the world, as if I was the only one who felt this, as if it was my burden to go from life to life being this controlled thing, as if it was up to me, and only me. This made me feel angry towards others because I believed that they could live their lives properly, and not worry about such things, whereas I couldn’t live like that. I also felt anger and confusion towards whoever placed this burden upon my chest even though I am confused as to what or who exactly decided that I was to be the one to carry this burden. I would ask why it was me that was chosen to be this “thing”, to be the ‘one’. Why me out of all the people in the world. I felt that it was so unfair.
When I tried to explain these feelings to my mum and dad I found it was very hard too, especially with being young and not having the vocabulary skills I have now. I couldn’t explain it well, and I really didn’t think they could understand it. Sometimes I would think about taking my life away, to get out of this cycle, to get away from being so ‘out cast’. But I may have only gone onto another life.
This obviously affected my parents, because they didn’t want me to commit suicide, I don’t think any parent would want to see their child die. They, as ‘insiders’ (as I saw them to be) did try to help, but I don’t think they managed to break through the barrier in between the ‘insiders’ and the ‘outsiders’.
As time went on and as I grew older, experienced more things, more people, experiencing the changes between being a child and being a teenager, my views changed slightly, but were more vivid and frightening. They were basically the same ‘plot’ though. I soon began to believe that I was the sole mechanical thing that would look on a group of about a thousand people or more. That I would be the keyhole in which you could peek out onto this certain group of people. Members of this group would be anybody I passed in the street, met on the internet, anybody I saw. I’m not sure if I still believe that there are little creatures in my head anymore, but I now believe that when I die I will go on to be another person that will be the ‘keyhole’ for a new group of thousands of people – the people I passed by on the street in this lifetime, and people I met, etc. Again I would think “why me?” out of all those people, and of the terrible thought of dying – “why do I have to leave my loved ones then continue this nightmare in another life?” Not being able to remember anything of the previous life. But the new beliefs I hold make it seem as though I am orbiting the world alone – making me the ‘outsider’ - staring down at the millions of people go by, minding their own business, as usual.
Again I didn’t and still don’t believe anybody could empathise with me, but on one night, I was thinking about all these things and I got really upset .Soon I was sitting in my fathers bedroom with my mum and dad and I was drawing this idea/belief that I had, I found it very upsetting and couldn’t stop crying throughout drawing it, but when I had completed and explained it in the best possible way that I could, my father said that he understood. He had said that both my grandfather and him self had felt these sort of feelings, although they may have been slightly different, at one time or another in their lifetime. He said there was a term that described these sorts of feelings – “Existential Angst”. This made me feel a little better because it made me believe for a while that I wasn’t the only one, the only ‘outsider’. But that belief faded and I now still believe that no one can empathise with me.
So I guess in the end I am still the only ‘outsider’ but only because I can’t come to believe in the empathy of others.
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Fin.
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