Friday, July 22, 2011

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the purpose of human trafficking is always exploitation; nobody should be bound in servitude, treated as property, or denied their freedom.
with estimates of this hidden population at 10-30million, there are more enslaved now than at any other time in human history
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modern-day slavery, like modern racism, can be less obvious, more subtle than it used to be; but that doesn’t make it less real. we may not see workers whipped in fields and kitchens as we pass by plantation houses, but do we know anything about working conditions+arrangements for dishwashers in restaurants+bars we frequent, missing persons reported in the news every night; what happens to the “disappeared”?
our attorney general says there is no empirical evidence to show the existence of human trafficking in this country, while a sunday guardian investigative report claims: “…the clandestine local trade, which operates through a well-organised network and is supported by several powerful agencies, is linked to an international human trafficking ring…they are mostly used as sex slaves and sometimes for slave labour. sometimes, they are used to make payoffs in the drug trade…the lucrative human trafficking ring is operating in the cascade/st.anns area, between sangre grande and tunapuna, diego martin and in south…”
meanwhile, international reports state that the government of trinidad+tobago does not fully comply with minimum standards for the elimination of trafficking, that child labour is rampant, from agriculture to loading+stocking goods to car washing+repair, construction, fishing, shop assistants, domestic servants, street vending, and sexual exploitation, and that for european and north american men interested in sex tourism, local tourist agencies and unlisted guesthouses offer package deals that include the cost of buying a woman.
all over the world: reports of people kidnapped, stripped of identification, violently violated to ensure fearful compliance, their families threatened to further terrorise them into obedience, and forced into servitude; “employers” keep all or most of what forced labourers earn, claiming for living expenses the enslaved must pay off to buy their freedom, at a rate higher than their wages.
trinidad+tobago is a regional hub for travel+transport of goods+services and we already know how this adds to local arms+ammunitions+drug trades; are we vigilant enough about being a destination, source and transit point for human trafficking? are we combating the internal trafficking of young girls from remote areas like guayaguayere, barrackpore, cedros, penal, drawn to “houses of ill repute” in our cities by ads promising to provide work or further education?
the purpose of human trafficking is always exploitation; nobody should be bound in servitude, treated as property, or denied their freedom.

walk good.

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

conscious

never fails to amaze me, maxi/taxi drivers playing "conscious" music while perpetrating some of the nastiest bad drives on our roads...
lewwe bring a real consciousness:

slavery: the state of one bound in servitude as the property of a slaveowner or household; the practice of owning slaves; a mode of production in which slaves constitute the principal work force.
modern-day slaveholders call this debt bondage, bonded labour, attached labour, forced labour, indentured servitude, anything to avoid calling it what it is.
slavery and human trafficking is an international multibillion-dollar industry with the number of slaves worldwide estimated @10-30million. with slaves being a necessarily hidden demographic, these estimates may be lower than they are in actuality.
the current slave price of us$90 is a historic low, as compared with roughly $40,000 in today’s currency 200 years ago. 200years ago, slaves captured+traded each had a significant market value; it was good economic sense to keep them alive+functioning in spite of regularly horrific treatment. today’s market, especially in the sex trade, pushes a high rate of return in a short time, with the availability of people easy to make disappear aiding high turnover. the laws of supply+demand make modern-day slaves virtually disposable.
is slavery happening in our own backyard?
is china exporting their glut of men, the fallout from 30+ years under a 1child policy? chinese workers in trinbago live+work in substandard conditions, with no governmental concern for workers’ rights or their fundamental right to be treated like human beings.
are local businessmen tricking foreign workers into giving up their passports on arrival and working for barely-minimum wage with no means of return home due to paying off travel+living expenses?
why are so many young girls kidnapped in trinidad+tobago? what happens to the countless victims never found, dead or alive?
can the colombians, venezuelans or other south americans here leave establishments for workplaces not engaged in sexual exploitation?
can child soldiers in war-torn countries leave the servitude they are forced into when it so quickly becomes the only life they know in a world run by adults gone crazy?
the purpose of human trafficking is always exploitation: domestic+agricultural workers in our homes+fields, the sex industry, sweatshops, the black market sale of human organs…
the u.n. reports that 54% of recruiters+victims are strangers while 46% are known to each other, and a majority of suspects involved in the trafficking process are nationals of the country where the trafficking process is occurring.
u.n. trafficking protocol defines “human trafficking” as “the recruitment, transport, transfer, harbouring or receipt of a person by such means as threat or use of force or other forms of coercion, of abduction, or fraud or deception for the purpose of exploitation…exploitation shall include, at a minimum, the exploitation of the prostitution of others or other forms of sexual exploitation, forced labour or services, slavery or practices similar to slavery, servitude or the removal of organs…”
but what can we do?
each 1 of us can help, with students’ and educators’ research, making informed travel choices not supporting sex tourism, using purchasing power to influence companies’ ethical business practices in supply chains, choices regarding child labour, forced labour, and workers’ rights.
nobody should be bound in servitude, treated as property, or denied their freedom.
we can all work to end modern-day slavery now.

walk good.

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

dub plate #1; champions necessarily relinquish anonymity...

listening to the gilles peterson danny rodigan special (rodigan inside the tardis??? whaaa!!! big tings a gwan...) with mar and the tenor saw plate ring the alarm (rodigan dub) made me must do it; anybody who know me for real know that queen's we are the champions is my theme song when i rule the world. every time i enter the space, it will play. [keep reading below while you listen...]

my dub plate lyrics, as-sung-in-my-head, still by queen:
she paid her dues
time after time
she earned the right
to say "this chune is mine"
made bad mistakes
maybe more than a few
she take her share of licks in this life
but bartels getting through
and she need to go on and on and on and on
she is a champion my friends
and she'll keep on fighting till the end
she is a champion
she is the champion
no time for losers
'cause bartels is champion
of the world
she took some bows
a few curtain calls
wasn't seeking fame and fortune and everyting that goes with it
but she thanks you all
it's been no bed of roses
no pleasure cruise
faced her challenges before the whole human race
and she not gonna lose
and she need to go on and on and on and on
she is a champion my friends
and she'll keep on fighting till the end
she is a champion
she is the champion
no time for losers
'cause bartels is champion
of the world
we are the champions my friends
and we'll keep on fighting till the end
oh we are the champions
we are the champions
no time for losers
bartels is champion...

walk good.
ps: how i's never remember how much i love dirtsman's hot dis year until i hear it start again, too few+far-between, and realise i actually miss it and then hadda go in mytunes to replay until i feel i get my fix? big chunes!
sweet trini wants to be a champion dub plate writer when she grows up...

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Blogger crazyfool said...

thanks for the peterson/rodigan radio one special. it was a great listen and lifted my day.

11:45 am  
Anonymous Tony Puck said...

Thanks my friend, that was cool

1:36 pm  

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Thursday, July 07, 2011

more catch-up

again, been sitting on this for too long, plus this repost is more for my own writerly purposes, but i figure we could all use some unexpected hilarity.

"the onion" january 12, 2010; karen robertson: kids, your mother is ready to start fucking again.
Jordan, Tyler, come here. Sit down. I wanted to speak to you today about something that's been on Mommy's mind a lot lately. As you know, it's been almost two whole years since your father passed away, and we all miss him very, very much. But after a long period of mourning, I think we've finally healed enough as a family to begin moving forward with our lives. So, after giving it a lot of thought, your mother has come to the decision that she is finally ready to start fucking again.

It's time, kids. Your mother can't go on grieving forever.

Now, I know you guys only want to think of me as just "Mom," and that's okay! Believe me, nothing brings me greater joy than being your Mom. But the truth is, I'm more than just the lady who tucks you in at night and used to kiss your boo-boos. I'm also a grown-up, and grown-ups have certain—how should I put this—needs that can only be met by other grown-ups. Very special needs. Like companionship. And affection. And the steady thrust of a man's engorged penis sliding ever so gently, deeper, deeper, inside of her.

What I'm trying to say is sometimes your mother gets lonely and feels like spending some time with a person her own age. A special friend, you might say. A special friend who will tenderly lick your mother's breasts, and her clitoris, and maybe pull her hair when she asks him to. But I want you to know that I am not trying to replace your father, okay? Your father will always be your father, and no one could ever replace him. This isn't about that.

This is about finding a well-hung fuck-stud to shove his manhood inside of Mommy and, with any luck, bring her to a shattering climax. A man—any man—who will fuck her hard and fuck her soft and fuck her however she wants it, whenever she desires.

Believe me, kids, if your father were still around to slam me silly, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. But he's not, and I know this is exactly what he would have wanted. You'll understand when you're older.

And please don't think that once I get a little deep dicking things won't be the same around here. You might worry that these new friends I'm inviting back to my bedroom at all hours of the night to turn me inside out will become more important to me than you. Well, let me tell you right now: Even an 18-year-old quarterback with a face like Johnny Depp's and the dong of a Clydesdale could never, ever make me forget that you are the most important things in my life. His perfect, smooth cock would still pale in comparison to you two. Even if it had a big thick throbbing head.

And no, you won't have to call this person daddy. I will, but you don't have to.

Oh, my perfect little angels. This must seem so unfair to you. Here we are, finally getting settled into our new lives, and now I go and throw another curveball at you. I'm sure this is all very confusing, and I know you guys must think it's too soon for your mother to get screwed so hard her fillings come loose. To get porked rotten. To have her sugar wall churned into cotton candy. To taste the sweaty tang of a man's thickening shaft. To have her ass ridden raw all the way to San Antonio. To break it off so nasty that the very angels in heaven have to avert their eyes. To be thrown around like a rag doll, back and forth, upside down, fucked, stuffed, and eaten out till she honks like a goose. To have her anus drilled like a well of West Texas crude. To get split in half by Dominicans twins with balls like grape melons. But trust me, Mommy is ready for all of these things, and I promise you that everything will turn out fine. Just remember: I'm your mother, and I love you more than anything in the whole wide world. Even multiple orgasms. Never forget that.

Now, who wants a grilled cheese?

and another bonus i been meaning to share: lcd soundsystem (who, of course, i only discover when they done).

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Monday, July 04, 2011

there is hope

lovely visit today made me feel better about life, the universe and everything, so i hadda big-up the purveyors of these hope-coloured glasses i sporting. 2youths i know through their brilliant parents came to lime with me and the whole time i couldn't stop thinking: my friends are bes' parents raising youths ready to take on whaever this crazy life brings- yay! (confession: i totally did a happy dance afterwards...)
this brother+sister come from, even by today's standards, an unusually complicated family structure, yet are 2 of the most well-adjusted folks i know, adults included. lise+keif+vic doing an excellent job with legreat + the boychick (najaa wasn't with us today) and it made me so happy to feel for a change like the future might be in good hands. legreat and the boychick real tight, which is wonderful to see, especially as they didn't grow up together, from different countries and had no connection and didn't even know each other for the 1st half of their lives. but these 2 have clearly claimed each other as siblings and watching their interaction, catching kicks on them telling stories about each other, hearing them talk everything from art to politics to relationships, made my cynical soul glad; intelligence, independent thinking, commonsense, openness to the universe and its endless forms most beautiful...today was a love day; big-up my extended family...walk good.

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