The Last Jedi: A real headscratcher! (Spoilers)

Comrades, brothers in arms, sisters in... legs? May I invite you to my second ever film review blog (Nobody cares).
After dipping my toe into these tenebrous waters for the Force Awakens, something I took a smidgen of satisfaction from before racing off into the cosy confines of sport and other rambling things, here goes the follow up.
So, The Last Jedi. If the Force Awakens was a carbon copy of the New Hope, this is a polar opposite.
Perhaps irked by the safeness of its predecessor, director Rian Johnson has gone out of his way to be as ambitious, ballsy and unpredictable as possible. To quote Luke: "This isn't going to go the way you think."
When the credits rolled, my first thought was, 'Huh, odd.' Followed by a 'Hmm', and finished with a 'Crikey.' I wouldn't have been able to do a review then as, to me at the time, it was ineffable. But now I have pondered, enjoyed an apple and a crisp sandwich, and I am ready to disappoint you all.
So, for me the Kylo Ren is great in this once again. He is as complex and well-thought out a character as you could hope to imagine. The fight scenes are an improvement on the last, although still not amazing, and the special effects are better still.
Seeing Yoda again was cool. Kylo and Rey's back and forth from across the galaxy was something new and creative.
But. And it is a BUT so vast and so all consuming, that it cannot lie, something that brothers cannot deny.
It really leaves you with a lot of unanswered questions and unsatisfying takeaways.
Finn and his new pal Rose end up almost being redundant apart from introducing us to a few swanky places.
To paraphrase Frankie Boyle wh
en describing Darth Vader, "Phasma, you look like a big silver dildo."
They have an endless, elongated chase with the big ship thingy with the annoying purple haired woman, who actually ends up doing something awesome and going lightspeedy on the First Order.
Now to Supreme Leader Snoke. An intriguing but woefully under explored character - we know nothing about him. Where he came from? Who is he? Does he like sit down showers and appletiser? THESE QUESTIONS NEED TO BE ANSWERED.
He is dead before you can say 'Where the feck did Leia get force powers from when she was about to become a popsicle like Yondu in Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and why does she look like she's gliding through the ducking matrix?'
I actually guffawed at that bit in the cinema and I was not the only one.
The huge hype of Luke for me was a let down. This messiah-like character admitted to falling in love with his own legend and being a coward. However, I do think he was a bit powderpuff at times in the original films but he is anything but that here.
Kylo's words of: "Let the past die, kill it if you have to. It's the only way to become who you're meant to be," stuck in my mind for an important reason.
I have never been a massive Star Wars fan, I mean it is nothing on Lord of the Rings, FACT, but I think many die hard fans will be let down as it sort of shatters the Jedi image.
For them, this film has wiped the slate clean and that is a bad thing. Anywho, I digress ever so slightly.
The fact that Kylo and Rey, who are relative novices in terms of kick-assery, are now like the two head honchos seems a bit nuts.
I reckon Anthony Joshua could have a say and try and unify the Jedi heavyweight division with a unification bout.
There was just so much going on it was hard to keep up. It had a quantity over quality feel, especially with the drawn out length of the film.
For me I would give it a 5.553 out of 10. I liked bits but overall it did not live up to the hype at all but I will definitely watch the next one, just so I can put the four people who will read this through more agony.

Lewis Moody: Tom Croft was a 'unique' talent

Leicester Tigers and former England forward Tom Croft has been hailed as a 'unique' talent by his old teammate Lewis Moody.
The 32-year-old was forced to retire on medical grounds this week, ending a glittering career which included playing 40 times for England, five tests for the British and Irish Lions and 173 appearances for his beloved club.
And from one flanker to another, Mad Dog Moody, who also had his fair share of injuries, paid tribute to Croft, describing him as a player like none other.
"He was a very special player and a unique talent," he said.
"He was like none other. His athletic ability, the core strength he had, the speed, the balance, he was phenomenal.
"Tom was my player of the 2009 British and Irish Lions tour. It was a wonderful sight seeing a giant of a man burn a backline with ease. I remember when he left the French team for dead a few years ago, that was incredible."
Croft's last competitive game was back in March and Moody was quick to praise the resilience of his former Leicester Tiger during his injury-hit career.
"There is nothing more annoying than not being able to do the things you love because of injury," he said.
"It takes huge mental resilience to keep on going and keep overcoming every setback and Tom had that. He had a tonne of injuries but he kept coming back, it is just such a shame that he has been hampered by so many setbacks in recent years.
"All I can say is that it was a pleasure to play with him. He loved the game and he played with a smile, although I remember him not smiling as much through training.
"I am not sure if he has mentioned this but I know he did dance at school so maybe he put some of his athletic ability down to that. I wish him the best."

Lewis Moody: Level of criticism of England is 'unwarranted'

Former England captain Lewis Moody says that the criticism levelled at Eddie Jones' side is unwarranted as any other side would 'dream' of achieving their results.
Pundits and the media alike poured scorn on England's win over Argentina on Saturday, branding them uninspiring, laboured and not befitting of the second ranked team in the world.
But Mad Dog Moody was quick to point to the fact that England achieved a world-record equalling run of 18 test wins, a first Grand Slam since 2003 and a series whitewash of Australia in their own backyard.
This, coupled with not being able to call on Owen Farrell, Maro Itoje and Billy Vunipola against the Pumas, was enough evidence to suggest the condemnation was over the top, according to the former flanker.
"I have never understood the criticism of this current English team. They are striving for greatness and their record under Eddie Jones is phenomenal - any other team would dream of having that record," he said.
"They have lost just once during his tenure. They are building a team with a world-class core that is similar to the 2003 side.
"They went from calamity in the World Cup to number two in the world. We should look on this more positively. The media's criticism is just unwarranted when you look at that record.
"We have strength in depth in every position. There is an embarrassment of riches and it is a very exciting time.
"Clive Woodward said it is about winning and ultimately that is right. Sure the performance was not pretty against Argentina but they are a good side, England had key players missing and they were a bit rusty.
"Expectations are certainly growing but there should be less negativity in my opinion."

India: A pasty white man's tale

A wise man by the name of Robert Herrick once wrote: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying."

So when my dear friend Dipak (aka The D) kindly invited me to his Indian wedding in the country's western most state in Gujarat back in February, I ran to my computer, loaded up Youtube and put on Starship's classic, 'Nothing's going to stop us now."

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was going to climb every mountain (with the help of a cable car as my knees are knackered), ford every stream (preferably with suitable footwear as I have a growing collection of holey shoes), follow Dipak's rainbow, with a little bit of Jim Beam. I kid, I hate that ass gravy.

So the whitest man to ever set foot in India *these claims cannot be verified and may not hold up in a court of law* left the shores of Blighty alongside my gal pal Suzy, a wonderful and vivacious creature but one that is a selfish git for being so tanned, into Asia for the first time.

Photo from Tahuko.com

Part 1: D's wedding!
After two flights over the course of nearly 20 hours, zombie one and zombie two were picked up at Bhuj Airport at around 8am and were taken to our accommodation.

One ever so slight difference between back home and here was the fact that cows chose to take over the roads. They sat or stood, without a care in the world, on busy roads as cars, motorbikes and trucks weaved their way in and out, so as to not hit these sacred creatures. No chance of a beef burger here then.

Also, motorists do not care for lanes, right of way, using the car horn sparingly or even driving on the right side of the road! It was brilliant but also scary to watch.  The camels, pigs, dogs, goats and locals went about their day, with the hooter orchestra playing to their heart's content. 

We were unfortunately too wiped to join in the Henna painting partay but after a hearty sleep, we were ready for the evening event known as Sanjhi, where we enjoyed very loud music, dancing, singing from attendees, who together made up Joseph's technicolour dreamcoat.

The place was awash with colour, vibrancy and celebration - not a bad way to dip our toes in the local water.

Next morning it was the Mandvo, a pre-wedding ceremony where Hindu traditions and rituals are carried out under a wooden canopy called a mandap. Despite not having the foggiest idea what was going on, witnessing something so different was fascinating to see.

Then that night came an event I do not think I will ever forget. A 30-strong party of Dipak's family took part in a procession through the village, banging drums as we went, attracting the attention of hundreds of excited onlookers. 

This was Pholiku, where Dipak, flanked by me acting as some sort of bodyguard, would visit several temples and carry out prayers. When he was doing this I had to stay by his side, carrying his coconut and sword when inside each temple, one of which had several thousand people turn and stare at us in glee, it was nuts but quite the honour!

And finally on the third day, we were treated to the wedding itself. We were picked up before 6am to be kitted out in a sari for Suzy and for me a tailor-made sherwani, which I can keep!

She looked like the visible personification of absolute perfection, to quote Oscar Wilde, whereas I looked... well you can be the judge of that!

What followed was hours of a carnival like parade, a bus journey to the village of Dipak's wife-to-be, dancing, drums, rituals and music, before the bride Preety gave tearful goodbyes to her village in a very moving moment.

The whole thing was exhausting but incredible. It really is another world, one with no alcohol which was a nice change to be honest.

A land that dishes out a sensory overload, where you see, hear, touch, taste (I am a massive lightweight on spice but somehow survived) and smell (good and bad) more than you could ever imagine. 

We were welcomed as part of the family, we were treated like celebrities by locals, all eager to get a glance of these strange and white intrepid adventurers and I was even asked for an autograph. I acquiesced to his plea, how could I disappoint a fan? 

Part 2: The golden... square?
After the thrills and spills of the wedding, Suzy and I flew to Delhi and boy were we in for a shock. The city runs on chaos. I think the Joker would like it.

To be frank, I was not a big fan of Delhi with its 12+million people, brutal humidity, non-stop badgering in terms of transport and people asking for selfies. 

You see wealth and poverty intermingled in a way you cannot really comprehend. Women are still not seen in the same way as men which annoys me no end.

17th century architectural feats mixed with countless beggars who live and die on the slum-ridden streets. 

We also got Delhi belly, but I won't expand on this. I mean, who wants to read about back-end troubles, doing a fecal Jackson Pollack (to quote comedian Greg Davies), squatting into little holes in the ground with flies flitting about. As I say, I won't expand on this.

I am probably coming across as spoilt but it is a massive culture shock. The monuments were pretty spectacular but the city was not and I was glad to get away and head to Agra and the Taj Mahal.

A four hour coach ride took us to the city to see one of the most famous monuments of them all. As we got our tuk-tuk ride to the hotel, I got a glimpse of it and my jaw felt like it came apart from my face. 

Luxury 5-star hotel, that we didn't stay at...

I was transfixed. It was one of the most breathtaking and majestic sites I had ever seen. 

Everyone knows it is one of the seven wonders of the world but not many will know that the ivory-white marble mausoleum  was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan to house the tomb of his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal.

Together they had more than 10 children but to learn that this wonder was just a husband's way of placing her in special honour was just barmy. 

The following day we were supposed to head to Pushkar, a very religious, remote and picturesque lakeside town in Rajasthan, a few hundred kilometres away.

As we waited for our train, we got acquainted with 'India time'. Our 7.30am train ended up being a tad late, six hours to be precise.

Thankfully a German couple (we didn't mention the war!) called Julia and Andreas came to our rescue and we shared a cab ride, which ended up being cheaper than the train.

Some say people are still waiting for the Zirayat Express, who knows.

Here we got a much needed break from the constant selfie requests and the masses for a day or so.

It started on a sour note however as we encountered a dose of 'holy' extortion.

Just as we reached the lake, we were separated by two so-called brahman, who led us to the edge, gave us flowers, a bit of face paint, wished our family the best and ended up ambushing us out of 2,500 Rupees.

Apart from that frustrating episode, Pushkar was my favourite stop. The markets, where we enjoyed a bit of haggling (Suzy with a bit more success than myself), monkeys, camel rides, temples and no rear-end problems, were a delight!

Then we had two nights in Jaipur, which was pretty manic as well but the Amber Fort in particular was spectacular.

And to round it all off we headed back to Delhi for one last sightseeing trip to the exquisite Lotus temple and a final foray with an Indian meal - we did not do well with that one. 

Throughout the 10 days I was lucky enough to spend in India, I have been mulling over just how to describe what it is like.

Epigram extraordinaire Mark Twain said the country was the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and the great grand mother of tradition.

I however possess an infinitesimal amount of writing ability compared to the great man, hence my current predicament of not delivering a satisfactory final verdict. 

I cannot think of a felicitous way of summing up India. It is like nothing I have ever seen or may ever see. Nothing really happens linearly, everything goes on at 110mph and you get swept up in it all.

Although it has its fair share of criticisms, I am so grateful that I was able to do this, for Dipak's hospitality, that Suzy rescued me from bunging around the place on ma todd and experiencing a whole new world. 

I have the travel bug even more now. Despite just finishing one epic journey (which unfortunately made me look only slightly less vanilla ice cream looking), I think I am quite ready for another adventure!

Gramps

Maaa maaaann!

Not to sound too much like Sinead O'Connor's hit 'Nothing compares to you', but it has been 22 days and around 10 hours since my grandpa, Bernard Louis Gosschalk, died.

Making it to 91 years is a heck of an innings - bearing in mind the myriad of health problems Gramps had - but to me, and many others, the world is a darker and less beautiful place.

The passing of Gramps causes a heartache that I am not sure will ever heal but equally what Gramps meant to me and those that loved him is something nobody can ever steal.
I find it hard to sleep these days, as my thoughts invariably drift to him. At least in my dreams there is a vestige of my hero that I can spend time with. He burned the candle at both ends and it gave off a lovely light (Edna St Vincent Millay), but that light has been extinguished.
The planet has been depopulated with an 'oy vey' here and a 'shucks' there.
Undoubtedly cheese sales will most certainly take a hit at Jarlsberg - one of his faves.
The day Gramps left this world was the worst day of my life, his funeral overwhelmingly melancholic.

Quite simply, I worshipped the man in so many ways. I suppose I had this puerile image that Gramps was invincible, that the big man would be with me forever - I was wrong.

To paraphrase novelist and poet Lawrence Durrell: "The best way to get over someone is to turn them into literature."
That, and reading his autobiography Gramps made for the family, is what I will try to do.

So who was BLG?
Gramps was born in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, in 1925.
BLG studied, practiced and then taught architecture.
Together Gramps and his wife Ruth did all they could to oppose the Apartheid regime, the former went to prison twice for, in short, supposedly betraying his 'race' and fighting for black rights and the latter, with her young children, being put under house arrest for the same sort of thing.
Gramps was tortured by the police and beaten to make up lies that certain blacks did certain things, but he was unmoved, or as it goes in one of his favourite poems 'Invictus' - his head was bloody, but unbowed. He was the master of his fate, he was the captain of his soul.

One legend with another!

The pair also campaigned for women's rights, before getting thrown out of the country in 1966 for helping the black cause. No actual crimes were committed by the two but that didn't matter then.

In 1994, Gramps was personally thanked by Nelson Mandela himself (that photo has sat by my bedside for many years) for his efforts in the anti-apartheid struggle. As he said, "Gosschalks never surrender."
That is just a glimpse into why we treasured him.

Gramps also possessed a brilliant mind, rapier-like wit and a kindness that made you feel very special. Oh, and a healthy dollop of kookiness. Now that I have in spades, the kookiness bit.
Of the many wonderful stories that I have of my grandpa, one sticks out.

In the late 1940's, The Queen Mother paid a visit to the University of Cape Town, where Gramps was reading architecture. To toast her arrival, a bottle of Bristol Cream sherry was laid out for her and as a representative of the university, Gramps was there to greet her.
Whilst old Elizabeth was touring the facility, an interesting idea began to fester in BLG's mind.
Gramps and a friend of his rushed down to the university bar and bought a shoddy bottle of sherry - I think you know where I am going with this...
When nobody was around, they ever so sneakily emptied the vile liquid into the container and then made off with the precious drink themselves.
They returned not long after to watch the Royal Family guzzle down that bitter drink without a flicker of disgust or any emotion on their face. I can only begin to imagine what it must have been like to witness that.

Kooky!

So that was the time my beloved Gramps robbed the Royal Family. He said he would write a letter of apology one day, but I do not think he ever did.

I always knew Gramps was cut from a different cloth but it was only when I finally got my act together, became autodidactic and developed a feverish thirst for knowledge just before I turned 21, did I fully appreciate what a wonder he was.

When he moved from his house in Manchester to a care home in East Finchley around three years ago, we became very close. I would go along to the home, alone, and we would have history lessons together for many hours - maybe with a cheeky glass of Appletiser, god's nectar, or two.
Without fail he would tell me, in such detail, the ins and outs about the Munroe Doctrine, about Otto Von Bismarck, the Ancient Greeks and, most important of all, the significance of why Ricky Ponting chose to bowl first at Edgbaston in that legendary second test in the 2005.

But time waits for no man and with each visit, Gramps' health declined and our chats became shorter and more one-sided. BLG would curse his memory, his increasing frailness and what life was becoming for him - a nightmare.

He had already been hit with strokes, skin cancer and the loss of two wives, firstly Ruth to cancer in 1994 and then his second wife Zelda to Alzheimer's in the mid noughties.
To see my hero reduced to skin and bones was soul destroying.
I was torn between not wanting my living deity to pass on but being very aware that Gramps was in agony and wanting nothing more than to die.

Gramps got his wish on March 4, the hurt is over. Gramps is now free.

For now, at least, I have not really comes to terms with that. Since his death I have composed two emails asking him questions before stopping myself short and realising he won't answer them. It is so very hard to accept.
Because I loved him with a longing, I loved him without knowing how, or when, or from where. I loved him straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. I loved him because I know no other way than this (Pablo Neruda).

A verse that changed my life for the better was reading the words of Walt Whitman in his poem 'Oh me, oh life.'

Happier, sleepier times

"That the powerful plays goes on and you may contribute a verse."
That is a mantra I think we should all live by. But what will your verse be?
Gramps carved out an extraordinary verse or two in his life and it made my life and the lives of countless others immeasurably better.

I will never forget when Gramps said he had tears of joy when I got my first job in journalism and I know that Gramps was incredibly proud of his four fantastic children, his many wonderful grandchildren and now his little great grandchild, Lara.

It was a privilege to follow you my brother, my teacher, my legend.
Thank you Gramps, I loved you more than you ever knew.
Thank you for teaching us all how to be heroes.

P.S. We did this for his 90th birthday :D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GbskIlK__I

Barack Obama: "He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy!"

There is no doubt Barack Obama is a polarizing figure and certainly divides opinion. Those on the left treat him with reverence and lament his imminent departure as the Commander in Chief and those on the right see him as a malevolent being that is the Devil incarnate.

A Nobel Peace Prize winner who dropped more than 26,000 bombs in 2016. Hmm.
Usually my blogs are lighthearted and sanguine affairs (apart from my recent, out of character tirades that have nothing remotely to do with the 'World of Sport').
But at this juncture comrades, I regret to say, there will be an unpleasant switch. The atmosphere will change, the storm clouds will gather and before we know where we are, the jarring note of tedious verbosity will come bounding onto the scene.
In this piece I will blaspheme and criticise Obama. Say it ain't so shoeless Joe! Sorry Joe, can't do that. This is focusing on Obama's ups and downs and not comparing him to anyone else. Therefore, I will try to keep this brief.

First off I will rattle off the good he has done.Releasing around 1,000 non-violent drug offenders. The prison system in the US is nuts. America are number one in the world for military spending, incarceration rate and for the number of people who believe in Angels. Fact. Obama doing this is a massive tick in his column and is just common sense. Some of these guys had decade long sentences for smoking some pot. Asinine.

The Iran deal. Again, Obama should be applauded for this imo. Cutting off Iran's path to a nuke by reducing its uranium stockpile, limit research activities, more inspections and ending the crippling sanctions bogging the country down.

Opening up trade with Cuba. This was fairly historic. Ending a nonsensical hostility with Cuba which should do wonders for both parties. Bailed out the auto industry which most say worked, improved overtime rules for lower paid workers and cut the deficit in half to about $600b.
He gutted the Keystone and Dakota access pipelines, which were Republican wet dreams and bad for the environment, ended off-shore drilling in the Arctic and was part of the Paris Agreement to limit fossil fuel use.
They also killed Osama Bin Laden, did a watered down wall street reform in Dodd Frank, came out in favour of gay marriage and ushered in Obamacare that made more than 10m people get affordable health insurance - a definite step in the right direction.

Now to the not so good stuff. Under Obama, the US has committed some heinous acts, namely drone strikes.
If the principles for the Nuremberg Trials were still in place today, indictment and death would be the punishment for this President as it was for high ranking officials of the Third Reich.
I am not saying in anyway this is on the same level as that but I think that nearly 800 civilians from drone strikes being murdered is despicable.
Families, women and children slaughtered at weddings, funerals, hospitals, schools, in their homes and on their streets.

The drone program has been put on steroids from the George W. Bush days. The US has used these silent killers in Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Mali, Pakistan, Yemen and Somalia. For what gain?

Nobel Prize winner Malala Yousafzai pointed out to Obama that droning "fuels terrorism" and "kills innocent victims". Terrorists by the handful may perish but hundreds more shall be birthed into society following it.

Don't just laud him because you think he is "cool". Also how about giving billions and billions in weapons to Saudi Arabia who have killed nearly 4,000 civilians in Yemen? Or how about $38b to Israel who have used that to continue with illegal settlements? 'Yes we can'... kill thousands of innocent people. Great.

There's more. The city of Flint in Michigan has been without clean water since 2014. The record for mass deportation has been smashed under Obama.He was a cheerleader for the Trans Pacific Partnership which would outsource hundreds of thousands of American jobs, drive down wages, allow countries that tolerate slavery (like Malaysia) and Brunei (who implemented Sharia Law recently) to benefit from the deal.
He expanded NSA spying and heavily punished Edward Snowden and Chelsea Manning who highlighted the awful things the US government were doing, bailed out Wall Street and did NOTHING to try and get money out of politics, the issue that means that everyone in the US political system is bought and paid for and works for corporate interests and not the people.

The first black President, who garnered over 90% of the black vote, was treated as a messiah like figure when he was running for President.Eight years later, are things better for black people?According to the Pew Research Center at the end of 2014, the black poverty rate was 27.2%, up from 25.8% when he took office.
Black on black crime in cities like Chicago, Atlanta and Baltimore has been at an all time high under Obama.Median income in "minority households" fell 9% between 2010 and 2013, compared to a drop of 1% for whites and net-worth for blacks has fallen.
In 2009, white households were seven times richer than their black counterparts and as of 2014 that gap grew to eight times richer. Maybe this is why more blacks voted for a Republican than they have in a long time.

He did have an obstructionist Congress but he also had a majority where he did not push through progressive reforms on education, healthcare, closing Guantanamo Bay, drug reform etc.
Obama was a step in the right direction for many things BUT in other areas he was far from a saint.

Things that got my goat in 2016

The indefatigable raconteur, luminary and philosopher Kim 'why is she still a thing' Kardashian once said: "Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us."
I'm kidding that was actually 'You get a car' handy-pal Oprah Winfrey.
For many however, people will hope that there is a definite end to 2016, which for some has been about as repugnant as soiling yourself every time you put on some nice trousers.
Donald Trump becoming President, Brexit, terror attacks, the worsening crisis in Syria, a never ending conveyor belt celebrity deaths and of course the death of Harambe (praise be), have left the masses feeling rather disconsolate.
Here are a few random musings of mine that nobody will probably care about - no change there!

1) First up, unexpectedly, the Oscars racism controversy.
For the last two Academy Awards, not one black person has been nominated for best lead or supporting actor and white people have pretty much taken all the awards. Is that a systemic discrimination?
More digging is needed.

Statistically black people make up approximately 13% of the US population. So far so good.
Since 2005, there have been 192 different Oscar nominations for actors and actresses. In that time, 23 black actors and actresses have been in with a chance of winning an award at this ridiculously smug and self-aggrandizing event.
That equates to 12%. So there may be credence to the theory that black people are underrepresented at the Oscars by 1% but there is more.
Since the Millennium, nine black actors and actresses have beat off the competition to sit pretty at the top of the rostrum. That is nine out of 68, equating to 13.2%. And since 2011 again, there is a 14.6% Oscar winning rate in the main two categories.
Worthy of a boycott then? Going by this logic the Latinos have a bigger list of grievances as they are at just 3% for nominations despite being 16% of the population.
When Denzel Washington won his Academy award, was there no racism one year only for it to rear its ugly head the next?
Therefore, the supposition that the Oscars are racist against blacks is factually false, but that does not mean Hollywood does not have any problems of prejudice.
But sticking to this way of thinking, does that mean that there will be calls to decrease the number of black people who dominate the NBA (70%) and NFL (65%) or even a boycott? There shouldn't be.

2) Brexit, but not in the way you would expect.
Despite what some say, lies and fear mongering was propagated by BOTH sides in what proved to be a tortuous and vituperative campaign.
For 'Remain', there was talk of getting net migration under 100,000, which proved not to be true under EU free movement rules, and George Osborne saying there would be tax increases, monumental job losses and spending cuts - none of which have come true.
For the 'Leave' side, the despicable lie that £350m a week would be saved was thoroughly debunked but was still emblazoned on buses right to the very end. Unforgivable that. All of it was an utter mess.

What I want to discuss though is what happened afterwards. Some of the best minds in the country  voted for us to leave the European Union and there are strong points for both sides of the debate.
Yet the holier than thou attitude from remain voters (I voted remain btw) was so smug, so hubristic and just so arrogant.
All of a sudden, so called 'experts' were popping up left, right and centre saying how stupid/racist/xenophobic the winning side was just weeks before the landmark vote. Millions of hard working, decent and intelligent people voted to leave and just because they did that does not mean you are automatically smart and they are neanderthals.
Yes there was discrimination and prejudice mixed into the Leave side but to say the majority of the people who voted are stupid is precisely the reason why people cannot understand why Trump won the election.
Then people had the gall to say older people should not have the vote as they predominately voted Leave. Some of these people may have fought in WW2 to protect their loved ones at home and then went onto contribute to society for decades. Nah, ignore that. Let's listen to generation snowflake...

Finally, to the leave lot who say, 'pipe down remoaners' who are questioning why there is no plan in place, kindly stop that now.
The Leave vote has left Britain with a bunch of leaders who got the ball rolling on Brexit, only to then to act like rats abandoning a sinking ship. This mess is down to David Cameron and now he has resigned and nobody seems to know what the heck is going on. My dickie thighs that have been beset with injuries for five years are showing better strength than these spineless imbeciles. No wonder so many went 'screw you' to the establishment that has left so many behind. 

3) Post-2016 Presidential Election.
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton were such disgraces but I won't go into detail on that as I have talked about them before but I already knew they were so instead I will touch upon how the Democratic Party is collapsing before our very eyes and it is entirely their fault.
For instance, 50% of this steaming turd of party, which has been proven to be corrupt, believe that Russia hacked the US Election, aka that is partly why they lost.
The truth is that Wikileaks released information of the scandalous dealings of the Democratic party in terms of screwing over Bernie, helping Hillary by informing her of audience questions, along with video evidence that showed how Democrats were actively trying to rig the election in their favour. This should have been released anyway btw.
However the mainstream media are peddling the very weak claims made by the CIA that Russia hacked the whole thing. That is yet to be proven and even if they did this is a pathetic attempt to divert the attention away from their egregious ways. The elitist and establishment democrats cannot fathom why they lost this election. They look to blame others instead of being introspective and actually understanding how awful they are. These guys need a massive overhaul.

4) America's role in Syria.
Not one that many would expect this topic to be discussed but this just shows why the US should not be involved in Syria.
Throughout last year, articles popped up detailing how militias armed by the Pentagon were fighting those armed by... the CIA. You really cannot make this up.
This perfectly illustrates how little control the US' intelligence officers and military planners have over the groups they have financed, given arms to and trained in and around Aleppo.
Even though everyone seems to love the outgoing President Obama, he has a shed-load of flaws and I will get to that in another article soon.

So that is my jumbled take on a few things that annoyed me but trust me, there was a lot more. Don't get me started on the MTV 'Dear white guys' video...