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Due to the closure of the Server on which our Blogs were based they are temporarily unavailable. A new Server will be sourced soon, at which point the archived blogs will be reinstated and new entries added. In the meantime, the following archived sample Blog entries have been placed to help explain the inspiration behind, and give a flavour of, the Blogs.
Posted by: Globalfightback at 01:00, May 25 2012.
When I was a kid I formed a gang. We had hand-
The Strongo Club wasn't one of those gangs that sought to wreak havoc amongst the unsuspecting citizens of the wider world: in fact, it was quite the opposite. For some inexplicable reason, even way back then, as I was encapsulated in the childhood idyll of Sixties Britain, I had some notion of doing something to somehow make the world a better place (although it was not without its subterfuge, as we deviously raided the rival gang leader's desk during lunchtimes to find the key to crack their secret code!). As it was, our greatest, and possibly only, success was rescuing a ball from a stream in the local valley (which we patrolled, armed with penknives and catapults, like some unsuspecting vigilantes) because the guy's dog had refused to fetch it. We went home with effusive joy that evening, feeling that the world had somehow been enhanced -
This website, globalfightback.org, was born from that ancient motivation: to somehow help make the world a better place; and so it seemed fitting that, after all these decades, The Strongo Club should rise from the ashes. If over the coming years this website, through its membership, can help in some little way to further the cause of greater justice and equality in the world (if only by shifting the mindset of all of us who participate towards a greater empathy for our world, and all that inhabits it), it will not be a lost cause.
A Savage In A Suit
Posted by: Globalfightback at 01:00, May 31 2012.
I've watched with a combination of growing horror and sadness the ongoing trial of Anders Behring Breivik, the self-
On his first day in court this young man presented himself as the very essence of respectability and refinement, with his smartly groomed hair, his sharp suit, and calm, unintimidating expression. But that was just an outer veil: visual references I have been conditioned into associating with 'goodness', and I should have learned long ago that a man in a sharp suit is not necessarily the most likeable of persons.
After initial horror over his brazen nazi salutes to the Court there was a moment when, I thought, I caught a glimpse of some redeeming light within him. He was watching his own propaganda video, a manifesto of his beliefs, and he was crying! There was, it seemed, some spark of humanity locked deep down inside, some sense of remorse. When I discovered the following day that he had actually, by his own admission, been crying with pride, I realised that I had looked upon the face of cold self-
The trouble is, we can argue anything with words. Words are just vehicles for thought that we can dress up in a sharp suit to make any thought, any argument or belief-
Breivik, it seems to me, is living testimony to why we all need to look deep within ourselves for core values; why we should always view with caution the beguiling words that are uttered by the voice of another, or consigned to the written page (yes, even those you read now); and why we need to cherish, strengthen, and uphold a concept of democracy that will act as a filter, a counterweight, to those that choose not to. For as long as people like Breivik's vision of goodness is most peoples' vision of hell on earth, democracy will be a rampart; a major part of our defences to insulate us from the worst excesses of sophisticated savagery.
This Is Not A Cinema Show
Posted by: Globalfightback at 01:00, June 2 2012.
I turn the News on, and each day the pictures come in: dumbfounded i watch, as the situation in Syria goes from bad to worse. It's a story that's been told before, in a multitude of nations: a malevolent dictatorship tries to oppress the masses, and in increasing desperation both sides use increasing degrees of barbarity. More savages in suits. It's a battle that ultimately, history tells us, the regime will surely lose, but not before the cost in human lives has left another deep and immutable scar on the human race. That, one could argue, has already happened, the day the very first lives were annihilated: for who can evaluate the lost potential of one single life?
Yet, once again, the world watches on ineptly, hopelessly. The sanctity of national boundaries and political and economic alliances overrides the impulse of human decency. The United Nations send in 'observers' to watch and record the horror for the statistical records, and to report back to the Assembly like some righteous prefects overseeing a playground brawl. Do they really think that this will put an end to the violence? No, because the world knows -
We watch it all on the screen: to many of us it's about some faraway place. But this is not a cinema show. Real lives are being lost, whilst the leaders of the world, our so-
Human Greed: You Can Bank On It
Posted by: Globalfightback at 01:00, June 28 2012.
In the UK, the big Banks are in trouble again, with Barclays accused of fixing interest rates, and others under investigation.
It comes as no surprise to me. When it comes to the corporate giants, and many smaller players too, the pursuit of profit is the pursuit of greed. It's probably inherent in us all; some of us are weaker, and/or more morally corrupt, and so pursue it further.
Let’s face it, the whole concept of capitalism is flawed: it panders to the qualities within the human race that have perpetuated the endless cycle of fear, distrust, betrayal and war. Its advocates claim that it produces healthy competition, which increases choice and keeps prices down. No. That's just a by-
As a result of all this, governments have to initiate artificial controls -
When companies take this a stage further and (unable to eliminate each other due to either state controls or just an equal ability at playing the game) form cartels, this unhealthy pursuit of monetary wealth becomes both sinister and obscene. It isn't just the Banks either, of course: the fiasco surrounding the shoddy dealings between News Corp and the UK Government, and suspicions of price-
Neither is it just the big corporate players. Avaaz are currently running a campaign against the slaughter of African lions to make bogus sex potions, and we've all heard similar stories from across the globe before. Where's there's money there's blood it seems.
People all over the world are beginning to question whether capitalism has had its day, although it's so finely interwoven into the economic systems of the Western World (and much of the emerging countries of Asia too) that the majority can see no alternative, and look upon the towering monoliths of corporate headquarters as if they are cathedrals worthy of homage. Maybe it's time to leave the old ways behind and look for a better way: one which isn't rotten at the core with the corruption of greed; one which, furthermore, doesn't see the world's resources as commodities to be sold to the highest bidders.
Posted by: Globalfightback at 01:00, September 18 2012.
We didn't want to say goodbye, my best friend and I, so we stood on the little sward of grass between the garden gate and the sodium lamp, looking upwards at the universe and chatting excitedly about the future. We were only about eleven, and we had no past to talk about really, or at least not one that at that golden moment of childhood either called back to us or haunted us. It was a time of looking forward, and we lived in an age where the sky seemed to be the limit -
Of course, our view of that sky was in itself limited, by both the sodium lamp and our own naivety. But we could see countless stars, and in the cold crisp nights of the approaching winter even the milky way was visible in our little corner of an industrial town in the north west of England. We talked about life on other worlds, about UFO's and all sorts of similar wonders, and we co-
Eventually, as we headed into that black-
It's a long time since I last saw my old friend, but I hope that he retains, like me, some sense of wonder for the beautiful and magical universe in which we live. Our friendship predated the internet, but I guess that such advances were no surprise to either of us. I hope that before either of our lives come to an end, even though we'll never reach any of those stars we dreamed then that we might travel to, we will be able to look back at a world that has made a progress beyond the technological, and that all the scientific wonders that we marvelled at have in some small way at least been used constructively to bring greater peace and harmony to our world.
Neil Armstrong, who died recently, was an icon of our time, and an ambassador for the potential good of the human race. Maybe one day future generations will populate the wider universe; but unless we have got our own house in order beforehand there is a danger that the seeds we take with us will be malignant.
I don’t want to witter but I can’t help bleating!
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