Now is not the time for liberal thought

"In childhood, black is associated in many western cultures with fear, evil, dark and wickedness. This unconscious symbolism is confused in adult life with reality, and racism is the result. The unconscious dimension of racism is shown in its irrationality and phobic nature, just like a neurotic complex or any other mental illness." - Richard Osborne

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It’s not even so much that I’m for racial equality, it’s that I’m against – violently against – racist people. Fascists. Scum.

It’s not so much racism that I hate; it’s the capability of racism. The thought that our society hasn’t yet advanced in a way to be equal to one another – it makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me ashamed to be human; it’s pathetic that we – the human race – haven’t yet evolved in a way that accepts everyone regardless of their origin.

It’s actually what I think of when I think of both ‘idiocy’ and ‘ignorance’ … it’s the idea that you can only accept what you see in yourself, it leaves you at an extreme and dramatic low on your psychological development. But children have been known to accept people regardless of race, it’s their stupid parents, their society, their fucked-up-Jeremy Kyle culture that forces racism on the young and traps them into a downward mental spiral.

As a person, I love to change and improve suffering people yet all psychological assistance feels futile as a means to help such grotesque people. It’s through fascist people that our society is at its bleakest.

I’m shocked and appalled that our culture has become something so malformed.

I used to love England. But, if what these parasites feel is actually true love for their country, then we’re clearly not talking about the same one.

England for me used to symbolise equality, academia and prosperity; that’s how I was raised. But what I see before me is a concentration camp of blinded skinheads. Although I consider them blind in the entirety of its metaphorical sense, I simply cannot bring myself to pity them.

I can’t even really bring myself to think of them as the same species as myself. I look at their faces and see nothing resembling people.

So I guess I’m just as bad as them – racist to a its final T. Because they’re a race I want rid of this country I once thought of as a wonderland. They’re pollution. Their increase will only pervert the children of tomorrow who have the capability of doing so much good. They have no right to stray human beings – a being entirely dissimilar to themselves – from a path of harmony.

It’s injecting their rage and their dissatisfaction and their belligerence into innocent angels that they in all honesty have no right to create.

Racism is a crime. The world needs to start treating it as such if it is to remedy its severest ailments.

Note: Title is from lyrics of Bloc Party's 'Hunting for Witches' which is a powerful indie-rock song which depicts the media brainwashing people into believing that muslims are 'witches'.

Scientifically speaking, of course...

So today I became a scientist! Or, rather, a psychologist, which is a form of scientist! Really, it is! No joke!

No lab coat for me, but I've began my psychological investigation, which will last a flexible six weeks, and we're looking into the very timely issue of how people make financial decisions. I've filled out the ethics form already, and handled some of the annoying little details, all of which impressed my teammates loads, as I'm actually the best writer of the group.

Yes, they're lovely people, two guys, and they fully integrated me as a member of the team (no assistant or coffee-maker crap for me!), and, the best bit, they never ever patronise me. Despite my obvious idiocy and youth, they treat what I say and my suggestions as seriously as if the other one said it.

And it seems the focus of the project, well, the second focus, is to prepare me and get me to learn how to be a scientist, so they let me do loads and whenever they're doing something they explain what they're doing and why, so if I were to do another experiment in the future (which'll be soon enough, knowing me~) I'd be instantly familiar with everything and instinctively succeed.

So... Yay! I get £80 a week for doing this as well. Not a bad salary, if I do say so meself! Ta-ra!

Yeah, I'm back, I am.

I want to write more entries, so I will, and no more of that poncy crap I used to go on about; "ooh, I have a headache, pity me and my feeble ways!" No; I will not use the internet to vent my pathetic rants. Yes, I'm back, and if you'll excuse me saying this; better than ever. Tons of highs and lows have affected me since my last entry but they have only created a stronger and more confident person.

...But I'm still the same old Jamal with a cheery outlook and general discontent! Hooray!

Today is one Valentine's Day, a very feminine day, if you ask me, in which people are meant to confess, restablish or reinforce the love they feel for one another.

Fuck that shit.

I'll decide when I'll show my love and I won't wait until the clichéd day to do so, because then it'll merely be a "love" identical to all others. And if you ask me, love is more special than that. Also, stop pestering me with those bloody gifts, sweets and other little corny Valentine related things - since when was love determined by the money one used? And why can't I show I love my significant other every day, and make gifts and the like a heart-warming surprise than a predictable gesture? See, I'll never understand those people.

Some loser in a pink bunny outfit asked me and a friend to pay some money for some stupid Valentine's cause in our college (yeah, I'm skeptical too) and I said "No, thank you" with a not-so-subtly fake smile and my friend was about to give money, but instead I dragged him by the arm and ran off. Never trust men in bunny outfits.

So, needless to say, I am single, and I haven't felt the love in the air whatsoever.

And I think I just used this blog to vent my discontent of this pathetic rant...

... Well, isn't that what blogs are for? Till next time!!

Hey, fever? I hate you.

I hate Summer even more than my heyfever for causing the damn thing. Also it's bright. And hot.

But I've said this before haven't I? I've also been sick before posting too... Well, this time it's sneezing waves of 6 "achoos" per fit, and then my eyes itch. I feel terrible.

I'm not in horrid spirits, though. Even though I've still got bloody exams. Media tomorrow. I went to the revision class today despite being really sick but then... "Certain people" kept disrupting and the teacher just got sick of it and stopped teaching us. I just stared into space in utter disbelief after that. Then I went home and sneezed so powerfully I stumbled and almost fell... Luckily there was a fence to grab.

That would've hurt a lot in retrospect.

Oh, hey I have good news though. Remember my debate tutor who I told you about who was AWESOME? No? Well, here's a picture of my debating team from two months ago anyways~:

He's the one on the far right. Cool guy, huh? Yeah, I know. I wish I got to stand with him. Oh and this is one of the few pictures where I actually smile, because I had a reason to for once. In ten years time, you can sell this for a fortune on eBay. Ah, now I'm happy about debating. Such nice memories. I put that yellow certificate you see up on my wall in my room too.

Also, I was planning on writing today but ended up staring blankly at the document. I don't think writing works on school days.

I'll try to post more in future! See you, guys! Peace!

EXAMS!

This suuuucks. We've got all our important exams constantly now; I had a Maths one today. It wasn't too hard but I suck quite badly at the subject myself, despite being above average intelligence. What really annoys me is having to "show your working" on the questions. I like to figure everything out in my head which I'm very, very good at. My brain's like clockwork and having to write down my thought patterns completely disrupts the flow. In fact, I only usually show my working AFTER the question because I find it much easier that way.

I'm strange.

You know what REALLY sucked today though? Having our school picture done. It was a picture featuring the entire year group of ours. And because I'm... Well, Sort of "under-sized", I was the last male left for ages and I just hid with my fellow short (but cute) friend Sam at the back. I was also the last person picked to go stand in the photo so I got the pleasure of shifting and standing disturbingly close to my fellow short people; lucky me. I made sure NOT to smile in the picture and hid my eyes with my hair, which is what I do if I'm ever having a picture taken, for some reason.

I have an English exam tomorroooow. I've revised slightly but eh, it's easier late at night, weirdly. The exam consists of both comparing poems (most of them about psychopatic killers) and writing about To Kill a Mockingbird (featuring girls dressed as ham), don't you just want to be me tomorrow? And when I'm done with the exam I'll get to stare at the back of the person in front of me's head for quite some minutes. Because I always rush in exams really badly.

I'm also in a really strange mood I can't quite put my finger on today. Like... Enviousness and thoughtfulness, but not in a really depressing way. I wouldn't be blogging if I was. Ah well, I blame school for everything nowadays.

Going now, talk to you later!

WHY is it so damn sunny?!

It's sooo sunny outside and it's making me sick right now. It's too bright for my poor fragile eyes to take. ...Also, it's hot. Me and heat don't go together. I've shut all the blinds and everything but there's a window on this door near me and above it. It's awfully annoying.

But anyways! Hi! Guess what I did yesterday? I performed my Drama piece in front of an audience! It was pretty fun. I was in such a foul mood the whole day before but... Just being on stage, no, being a different person made all my foulness disappear. It's pretty amazing. Actors must be happy, happy people. Anyways! I did quite well, lots of applause and "awwwww"-ing. Some of the other actors sucked. A lot. Coincidently, the ones that sucked were the people who created the Drama piece themselves. Go figure.

And today I had my R.E. end of high school exam. It was SO easy. And I finished about 40 minutes before the end... Which isn't good, everyone tells me. It's because I rush immensely in exams, I can't help it. Ah well, I still get a high enough grade... Usually... When it's not Maths... Or Science.

Let's move on! Oh, I've been horribly bored recently a lot. Hence why I'm on here; no offence creator of Blogger.Com. I could start playing video games again but I've got all my exams coming up soon and I'm trying quite hard not to get distracted. ...'Cept Nintendogs but you can't play that for hours on end because your dogs are all "LEAVE ME ALONE. I'M TIRED. WE HAD A WALK FIVE MINUTES AGO." And so on. Lovely pets, those.

Speaking of exams, I have a Drama one tomorrow. Which my partners HAVEN'T practised for enough. But I don't blame them... I blame the shoddy drama teachers who said they'd help us but didn't. Yeah, I go to a great school. They're very orginized and efficient, really. Anyway, farewell. I'm gonna go listen to some Stray Cats.

Ein. Ein. Ein! Ein. Ein! EIN. EIN! Ein! EIIIN!!! Ein. Ein... ...EIN!

Heya. I just got up. Not much of a avid blogger am I? I'm not gonna be one of those people who constantly make up an excuse so I'll just tell you straight: I'm lazy, like all bloody teenagers in this day and age. I would say however that part of the reason I don't blog is because when I'm on the computer I'm usually doing one of these things, or both: Musicing or Instant Messaging. I like to give things like this my complete undivided attention so doing it when IM-ing isn't gonna happen. I can't type things that require much thought when listening to music either.

Anyway, about the title. I got Nintendogs from my brother yesterday (had it before, but it seems much better now) and decided to call my dog Ein. As you can probably guess, most of my day has been spent shouting Ein at my DS. I've figured out how to say it properly now so he usually comes in the first shout! I rock at life. Ein's a Labrador; because I think they look pretty lovable. I'd much rather an Old English Sheepdog Ein but you can't get them in this STUPID game. ...I love OES's...

Also, I found the end of my USB thingy the other day which made me really, really happy. It's the best feeling in the world. But it goes after a minute or so.

I just noticed as I wrote that that... IT'S RAINING!! AWESOME. I'm going outside right now just to walk in the rain a bit. See you!