In Milo’s Defence.

It is now 4:58 AM, I am tired, frustrated and angry. So please forgive me if what is written here is gibberish, I've been writing for several hours. I felt it necessary to defend Milo's latest scandal, not because I agree with what he is saying but rather because the media is deliberately misinterpreting it.…

Sunday’s Self Review: Poetry

It's that time of the week again, the day you all dread, you're meant to be relaxing and mentally preparing yourself for another week but, to your horror, a Sunday Self Review! No one can guess what ghastly abomination of literature will be dredged out from the writer's past, you simply know that some things…

The Intelligence Coup.

Since Donald J. Trump announced his candidacy officials within the intelligence community have been working non-stop to undermine him. We witnessed this throughout the election, whenever Trump was on the upper hand a leak would occur in order to do maximum damage to his campaign. These leaks only continued after Trump one. The biggest of…

The EU’s Gambit.

  It is my belief that the EU is attempting to wound the UK financial system both as punishment for Brexit and to deter other nations from leaving the EU. You may be thinking well duh, fair enough, but I'm not talking about when the UK is trying to negotiate a new deal with the…

A Few Words on Globalism.

For the last several days I've struggled to write a good political post, one that you could read and understand. I've failed several times over. So today I decided to write a piece on globalism, it's short, incredibly biased, and not that well written. Enjoy. There are two types of globalists, the idealists and the…

A Tale of Two Posts.

There are some days where no matter how hard you try whatever you write never picks up enough steam, it goes a ways then stagnates. This has happened twice today already. It is frustrating to say the least. J.P.R. Campbell

Sunday’s Self-Review: Poetry

It is Sunday once again, which means it is time for Sunday Self-Review, that day of the week where I dig up an old poem of mine, maybe reminisce about the surrounding time, then attempt to review it. It's times like these that I wish I had my favourite english teacher about, but alas he vanished…