Wednesday 23 October 2013

Trolling For Good and why I troll some people

Had some bad news today. I've missed most of today after over sleeping.

The news may have been an reason for or the fact yesterday was too awesome and I needed to sleep, dream and THEN pinch myself in my dreams to wake up to realise this is me. I am now a businessman doing what I love. Hoping to colab and work with people who as Donna from ClickClickBang says 'Gets it'.

Something that also cheers me up is trolling people WHO DESERVE TO BE TROLLED.

In my mind the people who deserve it are:


  • Airhead closed minded WAGS
  • Reality Tv 'Celebrities'
  • Under 21 year old trolls
  • Bullies
  • People with politicial beliefs which endanger the rights of people who want to change their lives for the good (Eg, legal immigrants, transgender people, homosexuals)
  • People with serious racist beliefs
The British National Party are, let's see... (Possibly) One, DEFINITELY one, two, three... FOUR of the above. I 'like' them on facebook and follow them on twitter for the simple reason. I luuuuuuuuuuuurve to troll them.

Am I a bully for trolling them? You goddamn right I am. And PROUD.
Coming from Worksop, a right wing working class town in Nottinghamshire England I've spent half of my life being racial abused and seeing my gay and lesbian friends bullied to hell. There's only so much hatred you can take without hating back. My real life response to aggressive racial, sexual abuse? Laugh, counter troll and embarrass anyway I can. Being called a 'nigger', 'black bastard' (which is only half true. I have three dads. One bio, two step. Suck it) is not only stating the obvious but a badge I wear with pride. I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD! Race is such an obvious abuse card to play. Honestly. I don't really understand why people find it offensive. I find it comical that people's insults game is so below par that they HAVE to cuss you for the most obvious thing about you. It's like calling someone big nose.

So watching the new 'Mandela: Long Walk To Freedom' film trailer (I NEED to read this book!!) I noticed someone disliked the video. I was going comment saying I bet it's the English Defence League supporter but checking my research, black rights in South Afrika isn't their style. You tend to find somewhere in the UK there's always a fall back racist group to fall back on if the other one doesn't believe in sending an group of people back to... Somewhere. Do they even know? Do they think effiinic minorities come from factories? That should be a thing:

the nigger factory .co.jp WE MAKE COONS QUICKLY QUICKLY GOOD. YOU NO HAPPY?! YOU SEND BACK!! WE REFER YOU TO OUR FRIENDS!!

the faggot makers inc. com Yiiiissir! We make the fiiiiiiinest shirt lifters you've ever seen in your goddamn life! If not, send 'em back to us and receive free 'sorry cake'! That err cake that says on top 'Sorry we sent you a bad fag. :( Eat me!'

So having research run ins with the BNP before and liking them on facebook... I came across the picture on the left... My comment is the last one on the right.


Tuesday 22 October 2013

Jesus Take The Wheel: Why Losing Everything Was A Blessing For An Depressed Male

I'm sat in Simple Bar in Northern Quarter eating sliders (I think that's what the Americans call it) and I'm fucking happy. A word I don't use often in this blog, nor it's predictor.

I've been writing blogs since training at drama school and normally writing isn't really meant to be feel good outlet. Normally, as I dip my burger into tomato sauce and forget my point briefly my writing has no direction other than I just hopes someone sends me a hug and loves me for who I am.
Of late, like last night Monday... I've been looking to take an new direction and style to make me as Jamie Foxx annoying put it 'current'. Personally I say I don't give a shit about being current but part of me wants to keep an audience rather than disappear into the abyss known as out of work actor.
So... The rebranding of this blog was needed for that and another reason... YOU.
You the reader clearly feel similar to how I feel. Alone. Uncared for by most, disrespected by others. Sometimes hoping you are the one who gets ran over, slips falls and then falls asleep in death. An freak that cannot be accepted for being different.
That's why this blog is called the black sheep brigade. It's no longer JUST about me, it's about us. As Tim Ferriss it, calling each other up NOT to be that 'fat guy in the BMW', rich in life but bored and depressed in character. Don't worry, Not going to get you to shout 'you are mad as hell and you're not going to take this anymore' but together we are going to add a majority accept we are an minority, TOGETHER. I love you for being different and I know you love me for giving less fucks than the average bear. So as my business plan is approved and I embark on this road of adventure I ask of you to believe in one thing when you read these blogs: In Fox... We trust.

As an arsenal fan I have not trusted the board or the manager. Even wanting both to leave. But after the marquee signing of midfield creative Ozil, spending nearly ten years paying for the debt by building up and selling or best players and currently being top of the premiership in an crucial year where (I believe) our biggest enemy's in Manchester United manager has retired and replaced now seems like the season to push for an higher glory. Maybe not the premiership but after waiting so long, I hope this is the year we do something we the fans will never forget. Something good for once.

Like these chips. Which are good but now cold due to my timing to work... Nah... This isn't work. Not in the normal sense. This is something else. Completely different from three years ago. I wish I could tell you it was three years to the day that I went to see which is now known to me as 'The Scottish Play' and my mum called me to tell me get stomach cancer is getting worse. As literary romantic as that sounds 1: I don't mark events like that, datewise and 2: I don't know what date that was anyway. When the emotional pain really kicked into 5th gear. I wonder if God had a plan then. I used to fancy Carrie Underwood until I found out she's an huge Christian. Of course being from an Christian family myself, nothing wrong with that but I still do the most sinful things that would make her blush, pray for me and then dump me. Put it this way: I don't believe in sex after marriage. Shit, nigga spent most my life from a single parent background, I don't believe in marriage, FULL STOP. Yeah death do us part is buyable but the whole love forever thing, naaaaah. During this time of 'undying love' for Underwood she released an single called 'Jesus Take The Wheel'. An number of other artists have released an single by the same name including one of my favourite rappers 'Noriega' going through his own rebranding of his own name. What he's changed it to, I've forgot. Jesus taking the wheel is a phrase that doesn't need much translation in meaning. I remember one pissed up new year's eve in Worksop when the London boys came to visit one of the mates (who had my best friend in the car with him) was telling us sat around pissed up and some drugged up out of our minds on cocaine how he and my mate were pissed up and drugged up out of their minds on cocaine were driving the car in an empty wet car park. Upon doing some kind of turn, he lost control of the car and him turning to my best mate taking his hands off the steering wheel and saying 'I've lost control'.
Sitting in an empty theatre having to cancel my directing debut and admitting I've lost control of most to all situations in my life was a bitter pill to swallow. I've always known since I started training that I am different, handsome and confident enough to be a game changer. But my problem was holding onto the steering wheel and trying to control the damage. Same thing after graduation and moving back to Worksop and trying to do work which was too high a jump at the time. Same thing I have been trying to do since moving back to Manchester and having to lose two father figures, my granddad and my step-dad in the space of two weeks.
I refused to let Jesus take the wheel. Even telling him to fuck off. Literally. After losing Fluttershy after her father was on his death bed, I felt cursed. This is the same year I lost 2 of my dads, that was the last straw. I spat my dummy out and declared myself atheist.
Fast forward to this morning, having an business plan in mind and an attack strategy in my mind, I parked my bike outside of my business meeting, got in the lift and surprised myself - I prayed. "Lord, what ever plan you have in store for me... I'll accept it. In Jesus name, amen." I finally think I've allowed Jesus to take the wheel. And so far the result is I am now officially self employed and I can sign off from Job Seekers from Thursday but I need to make deliveries and things to do so could use the money a-sap.

So I'm back as a Christian, letting Jesus take the wheel when things get out of my hands. I have my strength but God has vision of the future. If the store and blog fails, then it fails. But knowing I gave it my best shot, I could be able to accept that. Maybe rebrand.


So if you're down with God or not, I need you to trust me and the direction this blog and these companies (The Sindicate umbrella). And I'll trust you as much as I can. Trust. And whenever the other needs to take control of the BMW's steering, so be it.
But this is the start of an new journey. And I'm ready for it. Hope you are as well.

Monday 21 October 2013