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Yesterday, I talked about how I am dancing it out to music as a way to get in better shape again. Believe me, I need it.
Something else that I wanted to do something about concerns the changing seasons. It’s so much harder to get up when it’s still dark and my alarm often wakes me rather roughly. After I switch it off, I sometimes even fall asleep again whereas I was often up before 6am in the summer, without alarm.
What I used to do in the past is use a floor lamp on a timer to start waking me up. It’s much gentler and the light bulb I used for that is an energy-saving bulb that starts up slowly and spreads a warm glow. That likely makes it an older CFL (compact fluorescent light bulb). It certainly is pretty old.
So I went looking for a timer. I had two mechanical timers, one of which was broken (a spring in it seems to have snapped, but I am unable to open it), but I don’t like the noise that these mechanical timers make. I had a digital one too. Those are more complicated to program, but I managed.
The floor lamp that I want to use it with, in which I replaced the switch a long time ago with the aid of Wilko (because what it came with was rather clumsy), seemed to have developed a problem. Or maybe it is the bulb. Not sure yet. It started giving off a loud buzz, but only after a while (which makes it likely that the bulb is the problem).
Could also be that something was a little too loose in the lamp; it has a flexible “snake top” so it gets fiddled with.
So I took the lamp apart because it could do with a clean, did encounter a component that surprised me by falling out right away and that could have been the cause of the buzz (part of the bayonet fitting), gave it all a good clean and will do the final bit of reassembly later. I want the metal shade to dry well first. If in doubt, I will stop using this floor lamp, of course.
I will also test the bulb in that case, to make sure that it is not the source of the buzz after all. Bulbs can certainly buzz too and this bulb, like I said, is pretty old but still trucking. It could be telling me that it’s reached the end of its life or that, because it’s old, it’s not fully compatible with the newer digital timer.
What also helps a lot with getting up when the mornings are darker is… daylight bulbs! Get yourself a daylight bulb and switch that on after you’ve woken up. It helps kick-start your adrenaline serotonin cycle into adrenaline mode.
Lots of us, certainly women my age, so I understand, aren’t getting enough exercise these days.
Me, I started running when I was still in primary school and was blessed with a vast nature area behind our house.
If you’re in the middle of the urban environment, such as in Amsterdam, running outdoors often isn’t much fun. These days, I prefer grass and other natural surfaces to run on anyway. That’s gentler on tendons and joints and on your feet too.
So I increasingly often went on long walks.
In 2017, I had a one-sided viral pneumonia, however, and it took me a long time to bounce back from that in terms of energy level. Next, we had the pandemic with almost two years of pretty strict lockdowns.
The stretch that I used to walk is no longer available. I’d have to walk through traffic for about an hour, a lot of that traffic pretty heavy, causing the kind of non-stop noise that can leave you with a tension headache, to reach a nature reserve where I could walk around for a while, but then I’d have to walk back through traffic again for about an hour.
There is a lovely nearby cemetery where I can walk around and around and where I’ve also run in the past. But that’s not enough and becomes dull pretty quickly.
I found a distant but lovely stretch of grass that I can walk to and where I can then can walk around and around, but (the grass is often wet these days and) it’s more suitable for warmer weather, when you can saunter home and not feel that you “have” to walk to it and “have” to walk back from it.
So here’s an alternative, if you like music. It’s a playlist I started putting together during the pandemic lockdowns. More fun than an elliptical trainer and unlike exercise equipment, it takes up no precious space in your home, just speakers and you dancing it out, shaking it off.
Shake it off!
You can do this at any time (headphones on if needed) and for as long or briefly as you like.
Liz Truss is a spineless selfish wuss. I couldn’t believe that she already threw in the towel after a few weeks. It did nothing to help the country. It is utterly self-serving and does nothing for the backward views on women here either.
Now there is talk of the horrible Trump clone returning, the Trump clone who declared that people like me – EU citizens many of who have been living here for decades and have helped the country survive when the English couldn’t manage for example their own power plants because the English didn’t have the required knowledge – shouldn’t get any crazy ideas and expect to feel safe and at home here.
We foreigners are told that we’re all from countries that have no decent healthcare, almost no education, no intelligent people, certainly no universities, no values, no integrity.
We often find ourselves dumbfounded by the low quality of education here.
Slovenia and Poland are about to overtake the UK in terms of average income and income equality too, according to a recent article in the Financial Times.
I get called “vulnerable” because I want to be allowed to make my own living and be free from lock-picking and other malicious interference and because I don’t want to be treated like a recalcitrant 3-year-old just because I am over 45. Because I don’t want to drown myself in knitting, crocheting, embroidery and the art of baking cookies just because that is what any good Englishwoman is supposed to do.
I get mocked because I want to be as healthy as possible. That’s seen as utterly delusional for anyone over 45.
Here in town, I have had two male idiots empty a bucket with liquid over me because, hey, I am not a fully fledged member of the human species and that makes it okay. I have had two women on the same Saturday stop in front of me, look me up and down and start laughing at me on a day when I behaved and looked the same way that I had done in the weeks before and would continue to do in the following weeks.
(Some of you’ve stood at the gates of some of our children’s schools and told our puzzled children to go home or to go back to where they came from.)
I’ve even had stones thrown at me a few times. How dare I object to that.
That is the extent of English values. Making fun of other people’s sensibility. To be sensible is seen as utterly objectionable over here.
To get away with the least effort possible, make as many excuses as possible and be proud of sloppiness, those things became English standards long before I moved here. In fact, some of those “standards” have improved a little since I moved here and are likely to be going down the drain again soon. Mustn’t adopt any of that international quality daftness.
I can’t even make any jokes here because a) most of the English have no sense of humour that doesn’t involve a form of sadism but worse b) it’s usually mistaken for me making a language error.
We foreigners are flabbergasted that the English believe that they’re the best thing since sliced bread and far superior to all the other people out there in other nations, including those in Scotland and Wales. Where on earth do they get that idea from?
I have had it. I am drawing the line. I will take no more shit from any English people. I’ve had it. You people are a joke and this country is a joke. This is not a recent development. It’s been like this for at least about 20 years. You’re only increasingly seeing the cascading results of your own misplaced beliefs in your superiority and your world-dominance. Now you have ended up with a bunch of utterly amateurish fools running your government.
Why do you prefer clowns, fools and bullies over capable and sensible people?
I have held my mouth shut for a long time because I felt that you’re entitled to your own culture with its own idiocies and idiosyncrasies. Every country has them, after all. Even when you voted to leave the EU, I wrote that if this would bring the improvements that this broken country so badly needs, then I was all for it. This was your country, after all, to do with as you pleased.
But now I’ve had it. I will no longer keep my mouth shut and I will no longer put up with any stupid insults and mockery from English folks. It’s you who are the stupid dimwitted ones and it’s you who are making a mockery of yourselves.
I am merely observing and describing.
Please don’t tell me that this only concerns the Tories. This also applies to the Lib Dems and to Labour. Please don’t tell me that the Tories lie all the time. One of the biggest disappointments in my life was discovering that many of the English lie almost all the time. It’s part of your culture. If you want to change that, you have to start changing the culture.
You see people who appreciate honesty and sincerity and doing the best job possible as naive fools. Well, now you have ended up with the results of that.
But no, folks, crazy is the only England I know and, yes, it’s not Britain but England that’s crazy. It’s just that since Brexit, it’s become clear to the rest of the world as well. You couldn’t even make the shambles of the negotiations with the EU up if you wanted to, let alone the rest of Brexit.
It was all plain bonkers, certainly in hindsight, but the cleverly encouraged conspiracy thinking that the Tories had intoxicated half of the English with in the course of many years meant that nobody could get through to them. That’s just how people’s brains work. It’s neuroscience. Otherising the Brexiteers made things worse, made them dig in their heels even deeper. Of course! They saw the Remainers as the misled conspiracy theorists!
Fortunately, there’s hope, because more and more English folks are starting to agree with me (in the sense that the country’s crazy and disorganized). I am not smarter; I just have the advantage of having lived in a few other countries that taught me a lot about my own country, too, and not all of that was pretty either.
Now we need a miracle. Say, a Merlin clone and a Queen Arthur magically emerging from the mists surrounding one of the most distant isles, one where sanity and practicality have been preserved. Apparently, Arthur can also be a woman’s name. I bet Merlin can be too if you want it to be. That sort of covers diversity, then.
While I have said a few times that people cannot change their brain structure on command, which is why it is immensely short-sighted of clinical psychologists and other health professionals to rant and rave about people who have for example a narcissistic personality disorder, I have also mentioned that I hope that new therapies will become available to support people with such brain structures. I’ve dropped the word neurofeedback as a suggestion for an avenue to explore within this context.
This morning, I read that the brain structure and connectivity of clinically depressed people changes within six weeks under the right treatment.
MARSI stands for “medical adhesive-related skin injuries”. They usually look very ugly, can take a long time to heal and can get infected. They are overlooked and often preventable. They can affect anyone.
Ripping a band-aid off means that a much larger force is exerted on the skin than necessary. It can cause detachment of one or more skin layers and thus can also cause tears in the skin.
In addition, many people are allergic to the adhesives used in plasters and such sensitivities can suddenly become much worse. This can effectively cause a chemical burn injury.
Teach your children to be gentle and you’ll benefit a large number of people, in many more ways than you will hold possible.
For medical professionals, there is a “best practice consensus document on prevention”:
All electronic communications can be tampered with or be faked, including phone calls and videos. Below you will find some related general information that is good for anyone to know.
Aydin Coban had already been sentenced by a Dutch court to 10 years and 8 months in prison for crimes he committed against dozens of different girls and a few men. The Amanda Todd case was not included in the Dutch proceedings because Canada wanted to prosecute him on its own.
Aydan Coban. Would you have suspected him?
When he’s completed his sentence in the Netherlands, he will be sent back to Canada to be jailed there.
Amanda Todd was a young teenager who was hounded by Coban and who eventually killed herself to get away from him because he (and others around her) had made living impossible for her.
Do NOT dare to call this a mental health issue (in the sense of blaming it on the victim). Mental health issues can be the result, but they are no excuse for abuse.
This kind of abuse usually simply makes it impossible to live for PRACTICAL reasons alone. Any kind of harassment involving a victim’s suicide still tends to be partly blamed on the victim. And that’s part of the problem.
Want an example? If bullies throw a poor child’s books or notes into a pond, how is he supposed to complete his homework? A child cannot simply relocate to the other side of a country to get away from bullies and start over fresh under a new name.
It may also be helpful to keep in mind that young people’s brains are still developing to some degree, and that neural pathways become reinforced in response to what is happening around you if those experiences are repetitive (prolonged).
See my previous two posts too, about the line that you cross when “humor” becomes abuse and you don’t realize it. This is exactly what I mean. I hope that to most all of you, it is clear that there was nothing funny or hilarious about why this Canadian teen ended her life.
There are copies of two newspaper articles on the inside of my clothes closet door. Both concern two young men who were set on fire at work in England. One in Bristol and the other one in Reading. One of them was abused so badly that he decided to take his life and even after his death was still being blamed for the atrocities at his place of work. Because he took his life.
His colleagues and superiors thought that what they were engaging in was “humor”. They saw nothing wrong with it. His line manager stated openly that no line was crossed when the young man was set on fire; he had been present when it happened.
The other young man ended up in hospital with burns and developed PTSD. Because he did not kill himself, he was not blamed for what happened.
With regard to cases like Amanda Todd’s… most police officers are totally clueless. They’re so out of touch with the online world and with IT aspects, it’s beyond belief. They may proudly tell you that they record interviews on tape so that what’s on it can’t be tampered with, that all anyone can do to it is wipe everything that’s on it. That’s usually the full extent of their IT knowledge. They can actually be informed “I have access to this woman’s computer equipment” and manage to miss it completely. They expect folks like Aydin Coban to communicate under their own names, from their own e-mail addresses and have fixed, identifiable IP addresses, too. When you’re an Amanda Todd, of any age, you’re on your own.
If you wouldn’t want to do the same thing to Boris Johnson or David Cameron or Keir Starmer or Jeremy Corbyn or Vince Cable or Ed Davey, then it’s likely to be otherisation and cruelty. Abuse.
Because it likely indicates that you fear what would happen if you did. If you do something “funny” only to people who you perceive as having less power than yourself, then it’s almost always abuse. Asking yourself if you’d be willing to do the exact same thing to any of the above-mentioned top politicians can help clarify that.
See my previous post about what happened to former nurse Mrs Ann King at Reigate Grange. It wasn’t funny at all, but the people who did it to her seemed to think that it was.
Older adults are demonized in the UK, multiple studies have shown. That’s the over-45s, roughly, certainly when it concerns women.
It also can lead to horrific abuse. These Guardian pages below contain video content that will leave you shaken. The family of this 88-year-old former nurse was shelling out £100,000 a year for her “care” in this “luxury” home. (The money came from the woman’s savings. She was paying for her own abuse.)
Among other things, the rag with which the toilet was cleaned was often – eh, how shall I put this – draped across her face, almost. Someone else can be seen shaking her bed just to pester her while another person says “it’s a wave”. Mrs King has dementia; they’re making fun of her. It’s vile.
I’ve reported this facility to Google as permanently closed. No matter what its management says, cruelty from multiple people can only occur when it’s condoned, whether passively or actively, by the people around them.
I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.
Read this post. As long as this is going on, all I can do is wait… because I can’t do a goddamn thing while this stupid abusive nightmare continues to go on. Because one day, it will stop. Because this isn’t about me. It’s got little or nothing to do with me. It’s only my circumstances (migrant in a country where I didn’t know anyone and not a wealthy person) that provided the attraction. It simply made it easy to target me for practical reasons.
I just logged into one of my online accounts and saw to my astonishment that it now had my nationality listed as British. (My tax ID had disappeared too.) This could be an innocent hiccup but this could also get me flagged as a potential money launderer or whatever. I have corrected this and have uploaded documentation. (The reason I logged in was because some of my activities were being interfered with and I wanted to start tightening my security. Better safe than sorry.)
Last year (October), I logged into my HMRC VAT account and saw to my astonishment that it now had bogus contact details listed for me. I contacted HMRC about this, to find out what had happened but never heard back. I also instantly corrected my contact details.
A little later last year, I also discovered to my astonishment – when HMRC couldn’t pay me my VAT reimbursement – that I had received bogus details for my new business bank account.
There has also been a period of several years in which I could not log into my Companies House account, forcing me to spend money to do what I needed to do. Companies House couldn’t see a problem with my account. One day, the login was working again.
In April, I had a Zoom interview for a project for a US institution, was asked to upload copies of diplomas and other documents (some of which I had to apply and pay for). That turned out to be completely bogus, one way or another. (I had checked into the company, had consulted with someone else and I also looked into the person I had the Zoom appointment with.) I later got an e-mail from them asking me if I had heard from them yet.
I recently received an e-mail that an online event I had planned to attend and to which I had been invited by e-mail (but was also listed on EventBrite) was going to be postponed to October. I e-mailed the person back and advised him to change that information also on the party’s webpage about the event. He wrote back that he would do that. On the original day of the event, I received an e-mail approximately 1.5 hours after the end of the event, reminding me that the event had been postponed. When I went to the party’s website on non-compromised equipment, that party’s webpage was still listing the original meeting date. When I went to the website on my own equipment after I returned home, it turned out to list the October date.
I don’t have a fixed IP number. This has nothing to do with the organizations behind this online meeting. This is about the abusive sadistic monster in my equipment not wanting me to attend or wanting to make me believe that the organizations in question didn’t want me in the meeting (which is bullshit). He’s done the latter kind of thing many times before.
(It doesn’t matter, but that is not the point.)
Most recently, I discovered that the book manuscript Amazon has for my latest book is not what I uploaded. (I don’t even seem to have the file that Amazon has.)
About a week ago, I discovered that my own payment details in one of my own outgoing invoices were now incorrect. (I sent a new invoice.) Also, that invoice had first disappeared into cyberspace. (had not arrived)
Some of my recent incoming payments have been split into 2 or 4 or 5 separate payments. Why? To suggest that I am obfuscating something?
This concerns one payment of £516.99 and one payment of £127.94, for example.
In late 2008 or (more likely) early 2009, a relatively large sum of money I had sent to a commercial party in Southsea was received, but suddenly disappeared from their bank account again. (It was important.) A few days later it popped up in their account again. My Barclays business bank account once listed its monthly fee and interest statement as a bond maturity letter; the date of that letter was 10 years after the date on which I had first met with a certain individual because I needed his professional expertise. (Note that this does not automatically mean that this has anything to do with that particular person. It is easy to assume that without giving it a second thought, but others have that info too.)
Also, my electricity price has not increased at all as far as I can tell. (Not that I am complaining, but it’s odd, even though it is true that I have cut back on my electricity use.) A few years ago, my electricity account suddenly was constantly being transferred. It always took me a while to track down who had my account. On one occasion I was told that I had been signed up to “Look after my bills” but that I should have gotten a letter about this. But after I transferred my account back, it got transferred again. (Various parties also kept telling me that I had just moved into the flat, while I moved into this flat in 2011.)
I’m also often getting a lot of online ads about highly specialized electronics and electrical components these days. How come?
On my 60th birthday, a project that I was working on got wiped off my HDD and my USB stick. I had verified that the file was on the USB stick before I shut down the computer. When I switched the computer on again, both copies of the file were gone.
Between roughly October 2019 and March 2020, incoming payments kept going astray, for a university client that I had worked with for over two decades. (I got taunted with this in messages. The screenshot I made of that disappeared from my site uploads at some point and I had to upload it again.)
At the end of 2019, a large project that I was supposed to start working on for a Chinese-American technology company (associated with Amazon) got interfered with. (Work I did simply disappeared, in a way that has happened before, but on a local public library computer and for a course.)
Last year, when I was at the local public library – different branch – and wanted to log into my LinkedIn account, I got logged in automatically. I did not have to enter my password.
When I was still using WhatsApp, which I also used to call a geologist in Amsterdam, I could never make WhatsApp calls without okaying first that the conversation would be recorded. If I didn’t okay it, I could not make the call. The recordings were not being saved on my computer. They weren’t being saved on the Dutch geologist’s computer either; in fact he was very uncomfortable with the idea that someone was recording our calls (and he is not very tech-savvy). The phone would get so hot during our calls that the phone would sometimes shut down.
As of roughly April 2022, something has been going on that really worries me (and that, by the way, may get others scapegoated if I talk about what is going on). I can say that it concerns payments that I do not think I am entitled to. They’ve enabled me to restore my energy level; my nutrition had been rather limited for quite some time and when you are getting older, that seems to affect you much more quickly (tendons, for example).
There’s also been a heck of a lot of nonsense lately about deliveries. For example, getting about 10 delivery notices or being told that there is a problem with the delivery or that people can’t find my address or can’t find the post office from which I had planned to collect the package. In one case, I suggested and asked if if was possible to deliver the package to a local post office instead, because that would be much more convenient for everyone involved if they had so much trouble finding my address. This was okayed, but I found the item leaning against my door on the top floor one or two days later. It made me feel very uncomfortable.
I can go on and on. This abusive nonsense began at around the time I moved from Southampton to Portsmouth.
It’s also included people getting into the building to flip the power off the entire building, a few times back in 2011, and then disappearing again. That’s relatively innocent, but still rather bizarre. On one occasion, this was preceded by two or three older men hanging out in the play meadow, snickering. It’s also included people emptying a large tub of ice cream in the building, on someone’s doormat (not mine). That was in 2016; it caused tension because people initially thought that I had done that. My water got shut off too, once.
There has been a weird bird-related theme and a water-related theme. The bird theme began when I was still living in Southsea. It initially was about decapitated birds only, but it later included all sorts of references to birds. Last year, a business initiative that tried to get off the ground again, only got me responses from a company or product in North America called bird barrier. I had sent letters and e-mails to a wide range of parties in the UK – and one in Belgium, I think – but nobody responded. It included a large chemical company that I have dealt with before, a hospital in Nottingham (about a project it had carried out), an individual in Gosport who had been involved in the Nottingham project and a few other parties.
The only UK response I got was rather dismissive or aggressive (and felt spoofed). I got that response in a later stage, as a response to messages I had sent about the use of garden netting.
(This was also more or less what happened back in 2013 and 2014, after I concluded that I had to adapt and start tending to needs that were specific to England instead of trying to provide services that most people in England didn’t even seem to understand or have the money for.)
Throughout 2020, the hacking presence kept hinting that “everyone thought that I was going senile”.
Responses I get are sometimes no more than “love it” or come from someone called “loveit”.
I have also gotten an e-mail from a university provost in the US, saying no more than that she was going to distribute my “pamphlet” in response to an email from me about scientific editing. That made no sense. Provosts have better things to do with their time and the person had just moved into this provost position. Years ago, my hacker suggested that this person had all forgotten about me and was no longer a good connection. (That was certainly true at the time, but there is no law forbidding you to try to rekindle old professional connections or send them a book that connects with an interest they have.)
I’ve even received strange warnings that suggested that someone (a narcissist, apparently) was out to destroy me, and one message saying “I am coming for you to cut off your nipples”.
It is even possible that this post has not been stored online right now. On this webpage, I posted a number of successes recently, to do with petitions and so on to achieve good in the world. That information had disappeared, I later saw.
Also, is it normal that you can only top up your prepaid call credit goodie bag after it has run out (which means that you need to go out and buy a call credit top up voucher because you can’t okay it in your app if you have no credit) or at least an hour before it runs out? This didn’t used to be the case. (I tether these days, no longer have fixed broadband).
I talked about some of this stuff in my most recent book. By the way, somehow the most recent version of that book got lost. It currently makes two people clearly identifiable; I didn’t want that because that was not the purpose of my book at all. I specifically amended the most recent version for that reason and then uploaded it. I don’t know where it’s gone.
Here are the references. They tell their own story.
Alston, Philip (2019) “Visit to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Report of the Special Rapporteur on extreme poverty and human rights.” United Nations, General Assembly. A/HRC/41/39/Add.1 https://undocs.org/pdf?symbol=en/A/HRC/41/39/Add.1
CIPD (2022) Bullying and harassment at work. Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development. https://www.cipd.co.uk/
Coleman, Gabriella (2014) “Hacker, Hoaxer, Whistleblower, Spy: The Many Faces of Anonymous” Verso. ISBN: 13: 9781781685839
Daynes, Kerry (2019) “The dark side of the mind: True stories from my life as a forensic psychologist” Octopus Publishing Group. ISBN: 9781788402170
Daynes, Kerry (2021) “What lies buried: A forensic psychologist’s true stories of madness, the bad and the misunderstood” Octopus Publishing Group. ISBN: 9781913068578
Lewis, Richard D. (2000) “When cultures collide. Managing successfully across cultures.” Revised first edition. Nicholas Brealy Publishing. ISBN: 1857880870
Saxe, Rebecca (2019) “The neuroscience of hate” Talk given at Harvard Law School’s Petrie Flom Center for Health Law Policy, Biotechnology, and Bioethics. https://vimeo.com/333105887
Taylor, Kathleen (2009) “Cruelty. Human evil and the human brain” Oxford University Press. ISBN: 9780199552627
Thorleifsson, Cathrine (2021) “From cyberfascism to terrorism: On 4chan/pol/ culture and the transnational production of memetic violence” Nations and Nationalism. 2021;1–16. https://doi.org/10.1111/nana.12780
Wilkinson, Richard and Pickett, Kate (2010) “The spirit level: Why Equality is Better for Everyone”. ISBN: 9780241954294
Wilkinson, Richard and Pickett, Kate (2018) “The inner level: How More Equal Societies Reduce Stress, Restore Sanity and Improve Everyone’s Well-being”. ISBN: 978-1846147418
The question I am asked most as Mayor is: “What are you doing to tackle violent crime in London?”
It’s something I’ve thought about and grappled with every day since I was first elected. I know you know this, but violent crime doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It’s often a by-product of deprivation, social alienation, increasing inequality and government cuts to public services including youth activities.
Where the Government is failing to step up, City Hall is taking action.
Today I’m pleased to announce that my Violence Reduction Unit has invested £5 million to help support London Boroughs in delivering prevention and early intervention programmes to drive down violence during the summer holidays.
Young people need opportunities to build community and succeed. That’s why we’re also investing £1 million into a sports programme to deliver activities for young Londoners in neighbourhoods affected by violence.
We’re also supporting the Local Village Network app: it’s free to download and provides young people aged 14-24 with more than 2,500 opportunities and activities to get involved in across London.
Tackling violence is my top priority, and I’m determined to do everything I can to ensure we do not see a rise in incidents over the summer months.
I will continue to be tough on crime by supporting the police in removing dangerous weapons, tackling drugs and gangs, supporting communities through neighbourhood policing, and bearing down on the complex causes of violence.
We cannot neglect our young people and then expect them to thrive. This investment will help make London fairer and safer for everyone.
However, this requires a lot more than the six steps Peter Bergen offers in his article. Bergen is not only CNN’s national security analyst, a vice president at New America (a think tank) and a professor of practice at Arizona State University.
What is a professor of practice?
Bergen begins by making a terrible mistake by calling this “a very American tale of domestic terrorism”, ignoring victims of similar attacks all over the world. A dreadful shooting in New Zealand, a horrible attack in Norway and a recent tragic incident in Plymouth in England come to mind as first examples. Also in Asia and Africa there have been many of these incidents, but they likely come about differently, though I can’t be sure of that.
First, “let’s stop naming the terrorists,” Peter Bergen continues. He writes that “these misguided individuals are typically zeros trying to be heroes”. Not only is this a useless suggestion because even if journalists were to refrain from naming these people, many more others still do and they would do so even more to counter that silence. Crucially, however, Bergen completely misses that this – feeling like zeros – is often exactly what is at the root of these incidents. I find it hard to believe that he completely overlooks the significance of what he is saying.
A great deal of this violence stems from the fact that so many youngsters – and not just youngsters – feel that their lives have no significance and are overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness and powerlessness, not to mention sheer boredom.
Second, Bergen mentions social media, and argues for the removal of content that encourages violence. This overlooks that this kind of content does not only pop up on regular social media, but still more often in the dark nooks and crannies of the internet. This also overlooks that if you ban content, you may merely be pushing it underground where it can’t be monitored. He does not even mention 4chan. That said, I agree that it is important to police fake news and fake science as any otherizing language lowers the threshold toward violence, neuroscience teaches us.
After the 2011 riots in England, some of the participants indicated that boredom had been an important driver and that merely providing access to sports facilities can help prevent such escalations.
Leaders who want to learn about how big a role boredom plays should watch the video about the “Philmarillion”, a person who for months documented every move and twitch of a particular online user based in England. This person created an entire world made up of the posts of said user, and even engaged in performance art to simulate that said user was living with him.
We should be grateful that the Philmarillion was artistically inclined.
Can you see what boredom can do to others, who have nowhere else to be and to go and no outlet for whatever ails them?
As a third step towards preventing shootings like the one in Buffalo, Peter Bergen mentions the discipline of threat management. He explains that suspects often follow a predictable path to violence, but that still does not identify them to us and does not enable us to interfere. The article does mention that the FBI has recently doubled the number of people who work on domestic terrorism and extremism, but that reflects the developments rather than predates them.
As a fourth step, Bergen mentions that “officials” need a better understanding of the concept of “leakage,” that peers usually have “the most useful information about attack planning, but were the least likely to come forward with relevant information to law enforcement”.
He then makes the following nonsensical statement:
How do you investigate a “potential act of terrorism”? Because that’s like potentially winning the lottery. You can’t investigate something that does not exist or has not happened. I think what he means is that if school officials etc are concerned about a student, law enforcement should talk with the student’s friends and take them seriously.
As the fifth step, he mentions an American policy that sounds like the UK counterpart called “Prevent”. Logos of pro-cycling and pro-wildlife activists are examples of what UK school teachers need to be on the lookout for and report. If the US policy is anything like Prevent, all we end up with is more distrust in society instead of less.
As sixth and final step, Bergen kicks against an open door by stating that kids like this shooter should never have been able to purchase his weaponry. That is certainly true, but the Plymouth shooter – in England, where guns are not a birthright, unlike in the US – not only had a shotgun, it had been confiscated yet returned to him shortly before the incident.
There currently seems to be a large number of mostly young white males out there who feel indeed, as Peter Bergen puts it, like zeros. They often feel disenfranchised, whether it is about their perceived right to have sex with any woman or another issue, but something happens right before this starts to fester and they go online, looking for echo chambers in which they finally feel heard and understood.
Guys like Payton Gendron are not that different from guys like Jake Davison.
They need people to blame, to direct their powerlessness at, whether it is non-whites in general or a particular group of people in particular, or Jews or women or immigrants.
(Women too are sometimes part of these movements, though.)
The question to ask is:
How do these youngsters end up in these online and offline echo chambers filled with hate? What happens before they go there?
The problem is that they’re still too young to monitor themselves, recognize what is happening to them, stop themselves in time and turn away, surround themselves with positivity instead. Echo chambers come in all kinds.
Apparently, it was particularly types like Bannon and Trump who have very deliberately been targeting these dark places on the internet, who whip up this hate, to make people feel that something has been taken from them that should be theirs and that it’s the Trumps of the world who will get it back for them. Divide people, promise to defend them against the “enemy” and get their votes.
Maybe it’s politicians and their close associates, then, who should all begin to be monitored to prevent potential acts of domestic terrorism?
They may be the ones who sow the seeds for this hate.
They certainly should be monitored for otherizing language and be called out on it, be made aware of how dangerous that is, if they don’t know that yet.
Where are things going wrong for these youngsters, people like Payton Gendron? At what age does this start? Around 10 or 12 or perhaps even earlier? They are often still as young as 14 when they end up on these forums where they become radicalized. What exactly is it that goes wrong in their lives?
(It certainly does not match Tony Blair’s old theories about “hooligans” and graffiti artists. Payton Gendron’s parents are two happy-looking civil engineers.)
WHY do these kids feel like fat zeros?
WHY?
Payton Gendron had just started college. The pandemic probably cut it short. He went to 4chan because he was bored. Could it really be only boredom that drives young people to these places of hate?? Boredom does make angry. Boredom does lead to a buildup of energy.
What was Payton Gendron like before he started hanging out on 4chan?
I wrote a bundle of poems and flash fiction about my own stalking experience. One is titled “Tentacles of cling film”. The last few words are a word play on “You’re stone-deaf, tone-deaf”. I called the bundle “Crunchy Peanuts”. You can find it on Amazon.
Tentacles of cling film
(September 2011)
I am so angry. So very very angry. So so angry
I carry out boxing exercises, imagine beating your face, breaking your nose.
Teaching someone – me – how to be afraid afraid – afraid – afraid is not a nice thing to do.
You wrapped your cling film tentacles around my throat, around the throat of my life.
You robbed me of all my air, of all my oxygen.
And I hate you hate you – hate you – hate you – hate that.
My anger has nowhere to go.
It punches air. It flows into fairy tales. I am powerless.
Because I am nothing but a woman and that, they say, means I don’t count.
My head pounds and my fists fly against the air
You sucked from my lungs, you sucked from my days, you sucked from my future.
Now I feel better because voicing my anger any way
is better than the silence wrapped within your cling film.
Your butt crack is not my punch line.
It’s yours, and yours alone.
You. Took Joy and killed her.
You killed her, killed her killed her killed her dead.
I have previously reported – looks like hacker is currently in my system while I am typing – that I found that my contact details appeared to have been changed back to what they were 10-15 years ago. E-mail, yes. Phone number, not sure as I was focused on correcting the details asap, but it was an 078 number and I think it ended in 3641 and I think that this could be a number that I used to have.
I needed to change my bank account, which I managed to do. Then HMRC informed me that my bank did not accept direct debits! I checked – they do – but to avoid problems, I then changed it to one of my personal bank accounts.
Shortly after that, someone typed “I was” and “I was” after two things in a list with highlights about me that I was amending on my website, as if to say “you are nothing now.”
HMRC approved my VAT return, but continues to give contradicting amounts.
I just logged in again to see what it says and find to my astonishment “You were previously signed up for Making Tax Digital for VAT.“
I did not do that. I have no outstanding return either.
(I’ve meanwhile rebooted to boot the hacker off my system, hopefully, and be able to type normally.)
That’s because I was going to call HMRC (today, as it happens) with questions I had about this after I looked into it. I found that I couldn’t sign up to it yet. I posted about this on a UK business forum, but received no replies. Is that because that post did not go beyond my hacker’s computer? It’s happened so many times before, this kind of thing, after all. (There was even a time when I discovered that my comments were only visible on my computer, not on my phone, but I currently have no access to uncompromised equipment, thanks to the pandemic.)
I still need to wait a while before I can enquire about the VAT repayment.
I did receive a letter from them reminding me to sign up to MTD as well as two letters that said that my change had been approved, without HMRC stating which change it referred to.
Yesterday, my hacker also interfered on my screen again. I want this destructive monster gone. Out of my life.
The stuff that is going on at the HMRC site is very similar to what went on at the Barclays business banking site a while back.
I logged in to file my VAT return – why hadn’t I gotten the usual e-mail from HMRC? – and found a message that TWO VAT returns were due! Did something go wrong with my previous return? No, turns out that the second return “due” is the one that I can submit as of 1 January 2022. That’s on HMRC.
When I clicked on the link to file my return, I initially went to a http (no s) site that had nothing to do with HMRC. So I clicked back in my browser.
Next, I started looking for where I can change my bank account for VAT refunds. I didn’t find it, but I did find a link for setting up direct debit so I did that.
I noticed that my mobile phone number had been changed to something odd – not my number, but a number starting with 078 – and I also noticed that the email address for VAT-related messages from HMRC had been changed to an address that is no longer mine. WTF? I changed the phone number and I corrected the e-mail address and then when I had to wait for the confirmation code, it took so long that I logged out. I wish I had taken a screenshot but I was highly focused on correcting the information asap.
When I then logged in again, I did find the opportunity to change the bank account for VAT refunds, but now I could no longer find where to enter the code for where to receive my VAT-related e-mails from HMRC and confirm my correct e-mail address and I can’t find where to change my password either. That’s on HMRC.
The HMRC site also informed me that they only send out one e-mail confirmation code per 24 hours yet I received two different codes at 14:37.
Next, when I wanted to sign up for usability research, and clicked on the link in the e-mail, I got this:
That’s the kind of thing that I also got with the Barclays business banking website a while ago, only worse (making clear that it had nothing to do with Barclays whatsoever). I’ve closed my account there.
Walking back from Lidl, I run into two young people who are screaming their heads off at a family in a car. This is at this notorious spot next to Ma’s in Kingston Road, where you need X-ray vision to be able to turn into the road.
They have a child in a buggy. They walk on, leaving an utterly flabbergasted family behind. “Fucking hell.” the guy says calmly, clearly stunned. Ethnic minorities, by the looks of it, but clearly English. “Just laugh about it.” I tell them.
To my frustration, the young female goes after the car again a few minutes later, and then the male runs after the car. Probably as high as a kite on meth?
I’m not having it.
Worried that he will pull the driver out of the car in busy traffic, I decide to interfere and yell very loudly “Don’t be ridiculous!” and “Hey! Stop it!”
The female turns and runs towards me and I had just spotted that that had distracted the dude before she starts shouting into my face from a distance of about five centimetres.
Good. Because I thought she was going to hit me and I am not feeling well so I can’t run away.
“Nobody tells me in my own country what to do!” Some stuff follows about her child, which she has just abandoned in its pram on the pavement at least twice, with no adult looking after it. “Go back to where you came from!”
“I’m from Amsterdam!” I yell as she walks away again.
“Go back then!”
I retort “I would love to but you won’t let me. You won’t let me!”
I say sorry to a woman who’s walking by, clearly not happy with this kind of thing that you run into all the time when you live here instead of in Gerald Vernon-Jackson’s pretty little street. She smiles at me. A genuine smile.
I pass the young woman and her child at a bus stop later. I sensed that she was aware of me approaching and I sense that she is not keen on another confrontation. I walk by without paying any attention.
The guy had disappeared somewhere between Ma’s and the bus stop.
I’m exhausted. But I think I achieved my goal.
I was actually feeling really unwell and wouldn’t have been able to run away if either of the duo had decided to attack me.
IBCCES, that’s the International Board of Credentialing and Continuing Education Standards. There are people who mediate in courts, who serve as advocates for autistic people. IBCCES can provide training (and a certificate) to that end.
People with Asperger’s do not necessarily want to be rigid and controlling, but they can have trouble with what we call “boundaries” in the west. They can infringe upon other people’s “territories” and do various other things without realizing how intensely that may affect that other person.
Similarly, they may not see other people as individuals in their own right. I suspect that their egos can be so fluid that they sometimes perceive other people as not really separate from themselves. They “feel” other people’s presence rather than see them as beings with physical boundaries and they often don’t attach much significance to what a person looks like. (This may also be why autistic people, if they engage in stalking behaviors, take photos. They may not recognize a person if that person changes her hairstyle or hair color, so I understand.)
They certainly see other people differently than neurotypicals do and while they may not really “like” other people, they do like having a certain presence around, like having the presence of another soul in their vicinity. They like a certain feeling rather than a certain person, maybe.
All of these things can create tension and clashes very early on and may eventually build up into a lot of resentment (feel slighted when they get rebuffed because they don’t understand what on earth they are supposed to have done wrong). That’s the impression or feeling I have come away with while thinking about this.
For decades, I turned out to have known a woman who is somewhat autistic without me having a clue about this. She’s confirmed that she is autistic. I’ve since done a lot of thinking.
It’s often said that autistic people avoid looking you in the eye. It’s my impression that that’s often not true. What autistic people don’t do is “rules” as to what an appropriate period is to look at someone’s face. They don’t do societal “rules and customs” to a large degree because they do not necessarily attach judgments to all sorts of things, unlike the rest of us. They can teach themselves a heck of a lot, though, just like the rest of us can learn, and we call can learn for example a foreign language, and hence you may have no clue that someone is autistic. There is no stereotypical property, not even a sign on the forehead.
Two posts ago, I included an ITV program in which “Eamonn and Ruth” talked about the topic with two experts.
Now I see that there also was a BBC documentary a few years ago.
This is not just about violence against women. This is about violence against men who live with women, too. The “Chads”, not just the “Stacys” and not just feminists either.
In the above video, you can hear this 16-year-old English boy saying that in the west “we cultivate the evil side of women”.
Holy crap, that is seriously creepy.
That said, yes, England is deeply misogynistic and many boys get fed a hatred for women at a very young age, before they’re able to form independent opinions. When boys under the age of 10 or 12 yell “Suck my dick!” at women the age of their grandmothers and grab their penis at the same time, you know that they learned this from someone else.
Below is the link to the BBC documentary (requires a TV licence, so it will cost you £159 to watch this legally, unless, lol, you want to watch it in black and white).
The problem with these guys is not that women are horrible or that these men are not physically attractive or that that they are “genetically inferior” as many of them seem to believe.
It’s the negative views they hold of themselves. It’s also often their negativity in general.
It could well be that quite a few of these guys have Asperger’s, I thought, but I found it very tricky to say something like that, off the cuff, because of the risk of perpetuating existing stigmas or creating new ones.
However, one of the people interviewed in the BBC documentary mentions “Asperger’s” himself.
Why do these people feel that random women who they’ve never met or interacted with have caused their lives to be so miserable that they feel that they need to take revenge out on these women? It makes no sense.
This evening, I was suddenly reminded of what my life was like a long time ago, in the early 1980s, when I was working in tourism and hospitality in Amsterdam. I wasn’t making tons of money but I sure was making a lot more than what one third of England’s population needs to get by on, for whom life is mostly a cruel punishment for having been born. But that’s beside the point. Or is it? We’ll see.
I wore Cool Cat jogging pants from Fiorucci in the Kalverstraat and got to enjoy tons of music and dance performances as well as modern art exhibitions.
If you work in tourism and hospitality, you work shifts.
One of the best things in my life, one of my nicest memories, but I have plenty more, was to stop by at a particular “avondwinkel” on my way back home, often exhausted. It was really wonderful to stop by there on your last evening shift – get out of the tram or bus and then hop back on again or, hey, walk home if it was after midnight after I had moved from the “Gooi” to “De Pijp” – and take some goodies with you to enjoy when you got home. Utter bliss! That stuff was so good. It made you feel that it was really really GOOD to be ALIVE.
It was called Heuft, I think, just around the corner from the Vrijheidslaan. In the Rijnstraat.
They had the most delicious foods!
That kind of experience, that’s something that, I reckon, 90% of Brits have never had and will never have.
I can’t put this into words well enough so that you’d understand.
Heuft still exists, but I know it isn’t what it used to be. I know because I stopped by again, also quite a long time ago by now, and even then, it no longer was what it used to be. These days… it makes me weep… it seems to sell burgers and French fries. Okay, they’re home-made. But… oh man, you guys who go there now have no idea what the place used to be like, in spite of the fact that it still sells champagne.
If you’re from Portsmouth and want at least some idea of what I may be talking about, consider that little precious treasure we lost when Le Café Parisien (Lord Montgomery Way) closed. It served very different foods but what they served was delicious and the ambience superb. Le Café Parisien was one of the reasons why I moved to Portsmouth. There is nothing else like it, not in Portsmouth, not in Southampton. If you’re from Portsmouth, and you’ve never sat down there and ate some of its goodies, you’re poor.
The News called it “popular among students” when it closed, indicating that the journalist who wrote it was sadly clueless about the place or clueless about food or was living in poverty.
It was that place that gave Portsmouth its cosmopolitan allure.
Portsmouth University held its Café Jurist meetings there and it was also where people flocked to Café Scientifique meetings (both held after regular opening hours).
Here’s MIGRANT and human rights lawyer Conor Gearty (LSE), and yes, I attended that event and yes, he’s been one of my heroes ever since. That guy rocks. Boris Johnson? David Cameron? Theresa May? Priti Patel? Not so much…
