The first time ordinary English people could afford to eat meat, Parliament passed a law to stop them.
In 1256 the harvest workers on one Norfolk manor were fed a diet that was 4% meat by value. Most of the rest was bread. The deer belonged to the king, the rabbits to the lord, and the peasant to the pottage.
Then the Black Death killed half the country. Suddenly there were more fields than hands. The survivors could name their price, and they named it in beef.
1351: wages are frozen by law at their level before the plague. Asking for more is a crime, and every village is ordered to build a set of stocks for those who do.
1361: a labourer who leaves his lord for better pay is to be branded on the forehead with an F, for falsehood.
1363: a statute lays down what a servant may eat. Meat or fish once a day and no more.
It held for 30 years. In June 1381 the ploughmen marched on London, took the Tower, and beheaded the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Wat Tyler put their demands to the king in person. An end to serfdom. And every park, warren, river and wood in England thrown open, so that a poor man might take game the same as a rich one.
At St Albans the rebels walked into the abbot's private warren, caught a rabbit, and tied it to the town pillory, as notice that the game was now theirs.
Tyler was stabbed at the meeting. The king, who was 14, took back every promise. Villeins you are, he told them, and villeins you shall remain.
9 years later came the reply to the rabbit.
1390: nobody worth under 40 shillings a year may keep a hunting dog, a ferret or a net, on pain of a year in prison. Parliament wrote its reasoning into the preamble. Labourers had been seen out hunting on holy days like gentlemen, and were using the hunts as cover to meet and plot another rising.
There were plenty of deer. What could not be tolerated was a ploughman with a haunch of venison, because a man who can feed himself can afford to say no.
The laws failed. Hands were too scarce, and by 1424 that same Norfolk manor was feeding its harvesters 28% meat.
The instinct behind the laws has never failed once. Whenever the poor get their hands on meat, somebody important discovers a reason they should not have it. The king's pleasure. The social order. Their cholesterol. The climate.
The reason is replaced every century. The people giving it have never once missed a steak.
Afrobeats And Its Links To US Secret Intelligence
Have you ever found yourself wondering why Afrobeats - the joyful soundtrack to the "Africa Rising" era from the late 2000s through the early 2010s - seems to have lost much of its energy and lustre of recent? Does it seem to you like the music no longer belongs to the fans and has become a distant, expensive product that nobody can relate with anymore?
You are not imagining it - in fact the reality of what has happened to Afrobeats is a lot darker than you would possibly imagine. Far from just a fresh music genre that embodied the sounds and aspirations of a new generation across the continent, it has been coopted into the arsenal of the US government's extensive foreign influence and interference tools. In fact, your favourite Afrobeats artist, as incredible as it sounds, most likely now has a handler permanently assigned to them by the US State Department.
In this special report, The Spearhead Senior Reporter Mckay Chukwu examines a story that has been hiding in plain sight for years, detailing the State Department's well-funded cultural interference infrastructure which has been deployed all over the Global South to bend entire populations and their governments toward the foreign policy goals of the US government.
Straits Taylor Rule:
i = r* + π* + 1.5(π−π*) + 0.5(y−y*) + α(SOH−SOH*) + β(BEM−BEM*), α,β > 0
Let’s see if a hike could open SOH or produce a single barrel :)
You can’t 25bp a chokepoint and r* isn’t neutral. It’s SOH risk premium, and We set it.
Stay unanchored !
Yo, lemme break this shit down for the homies in the back:
WHO TAYLOR?
Ain’t Swift, bitch. JOHN TAYLOR. Old-school rate plug who wrote the Fed a recipe for when prices start trippin’.
i is the cost of borrowin’ bread.
r* is the rate when the economy neither lit nor dead.
π is inflation wildin’, robbin’ every till.
π* is its 2% curfew, tellin’ that hoe “CHILL.”
y−y* is the output gap, the block too hot or broke.
1.5 says inflation twitches, the Fed swings back with smoke.
0.5 says growth too turnt? Add half another hit.
That’s the Taylor Rule, homie:
PRICES FUCK AROUND → INTEREST RATES HANDLE THAT SHIT.
Then Ghalibaf scans that bitch and says:
“THIS FORMULA BROKE.
Y’ALL PRICED MONEY, JOBS AND HEAT…
BUT FORGOT WHO CONTROLS THE CHOKE.”
So he drops α(SOH−SOH*) + β(BEM−BEM*).
HORMUZ IN THE BUILDING.
BAB EL-MANDEB PULLED UP WITH HIM.
The stars mean calm.
The gaps mean drama.
α and β measure how much smoke each strait brings to your mama.
Gate tightens.
Tanker stalls.
Crude jumps.
Petrol jumps.
Freight jumps.
Food jumps.
Plane tickets jump.
Your wallet gets stomped so hard it starts coughing up coins.
Then the Fed sees inflation and reaches for its bitch-ass quarter-point hike:
“FREEZE! 25 BASIS POINTS!” 🔫
Freeze WHAT, FED?
That lil rate hike ain’t opening no sea lane.
Ain’t escorting no tanker.
Ain’t drilling no well.
Ain’t squeezing one barrel outta your bald-ass Excel.
Now your bag gets caught lackin’ from BOTH SIDES:
THE BARREL RUNS YOUR FRONT POCKETS.
THE BANK RUNS YOUR BACK POCKETS.
THE MARKET SNATCHES YOUR PORTFOLIO.
YOUR BOSS LOOKS AT PAYROLL LIKE, “WHO GOTTA GO?”
Oil shock hits first.
Rate hike spins back.
Mortgage gets wicked.
Credit cards go demonic.
Business loans start extorting.
Stocks catch a fade.
Jobs catch a body.
Then Ghalibaf drops the coldest shit in the whole track:
“r* ISN’T NEUTRAL. IT’S SOH RISK PREMIUM, AND WE SET IT.”
Neutral?
NEUTRAL MY ASS.
That rate got jacked at Hormuz and sent back wearing an Iranian price tag.
The Fed might set the number…
BUT TEHRAN PUT THE FEAR IN THE NUMBER.
Then “STAY UNANCHORED!”
That’s inflation expectations hoppin’ the fence with no plates:
Workers demand more.
Companies charge more.
Banks want more.
Bond traders demand more.
Everybody thinks prices finna rise, everybody moves like prices finna rise, and the panic cooks the very inflation they scared of.
The Fed brought basis points to a blockade.
Ghalibaf brought the whole motherfuckin’ gate.
FED GOT THE DIAL.
IRAN GOT THE VALVE.
FED GOT THE FORMULA.
IRAN GOT THE VARIABLE.
YOU SET THE RATE.
WE SET THE HEAT.
NOW TAKE THAT TAYLOR RULE, ROLL THAT BITCH UP, AND SMOKE IT WITH YOUR 25BPS. 🥵 💨 📈💯
@mb_ghalibaf 🫳🎤
You can say what you want about Iran but they're definitely pretty unique in their communication: never seen a country threaten another with a math equation before 😅
For those who didn't get it: there is a famous monetary policy formula used by the Fed called the "Taylor rule" that says a central bank's policy rate (i) should equal the neutral real rate (r*) plus target inflation (π*), plus 1.5 times the inflation gap and 0.5 times the output gap (the "i = r* + π* + 1.5(π−π*) + 0.5(y−y*)" part of Ghalibaf's formula).
Ghalibaf adds α(SOH−SOH*) and β(BEM−BEM*): SOH referring to the Strait Of Hormuz and BEM to Bab El-Mandeb. Both have positive coefficient, meaning the more those chokepoints are choked, the higher the rate the Fed would have to set to fight the resulting inflation.
In a nutshell this is Ghalibaf trolling the Fed, telling them that Iran is - in a very real way - setting American monetary policy.
How the CIA interfered in Nigeria’s intellectual development to prevent socialist class consciousness.
In the 1960s, when Capitalist America was locked in a high-stakes Cold War with the Soviet Union, the CIA was completely terrified that newly independent African intellectuals, fresh off the heels of throwing off European colonial chains, would naturally embrace Soviet communism, Marxist-Leninist class analysis, and radical anti-capitalist revolutions against their former Western colonizers. Instead of deploying fighter jets, heavy artillery, and ballistic missiles to fight this specific ideological battle, the CIA masterfully weaponized money, art, academic funding, and literature. Their calculated goal was to gently, subliminally steer the brightest African minds toward Western liberal democracy, competitive individualism, and free-market capitalism, and decisively away from revolutionary, socialist class consciousness.
The CIA obviously could not openly hand over dollar bills to proud Nigerian writers, because this was the fiery era of sovereign, anti-colonial struggles against Western imperialism, and absolutely no self-respecting, anti-colonial intellectual would ever accept direct funding from Washington. So, the CIA brilliantly funneled millions of dollars through a highly sophisticated, covert front organization called the Congress for Cultural Freedom (CCF), and a philanthropic shell foundation called the Farfield Foundation. Operating out of its luxurious headquarters in Paris, the CCF presented itself as a wealthy, independent, and progressive organization dedicated strictly to promoting "freedom of expression", sponsoring literary magazines, and supporting avant-garde artists worldwide. In reality, every single cent of its operational budget was directed, controlled, and funded by the CIA.
To prevent militant, socialist networks from ever forming on the continent, the CIA recognized that it needed to build, control, and monopolize the physical platforms where African intellectuals gathered, ensuring these spaces were firmly, safely aligned with Western interests. In 1961, the historic Mbari Club was founded in the university town of Ibadan, Nigeria. It rapidly became the most vibrant, electrifying, and celebrated center for literature, theater, poetry, and visual arts in West Africa. It served as the ultimate gathering place for Nigeria's rising literary titans, including Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Christopher Okigbo, and J.P. Clark. What these brilliant, fiercely patriotic young Nigerians did not know was that the Mbari Club was heavily, consistently subsidized by the CIA through the Farfield Foundation and the CCF. By secretly funding the lease of the building, the publishing costs of their journals, the travel allowances of the writers, and the logistics of their events, the CIA successfully ensured that the very epicenter of Nigerian intellectual life was tied to Western patronage and not Soviet sponsorship.
This initial reality does seem highly counterintuitive and paradoxical because it was inside this exact Mbari Club that some of the most powerful, enduring Pan-African thoughts were conceived. Chinua Achebe published "Things Fall Apart", which contained a powerful anti-colonial consciousness that permanently shattered the racist Western propaganda claiming Africans had no history, culture, or civilization prior to the arrival of white men with their gunboats. Additionally, Wole Soyinka wrote "A Dance of the Forests" to sharply interrogate the political hubris of the newly independent political class, Christopher Okigbo composed his prophetic, avant-garde modernist poetry, and J.P. Clark captured the visceral human textures of local life. These monumental, anti-colonial Pan-African works were successfully produced largely because the CIA did not openly tell Nigerian writers what to write, or try to dictate their creative processes.
If the CIA had literally walked into the Mbari Club in Ibadan and tried to explicitly dictate, censor, or micromanage the conversations, brilliant, uncompromising minds like Wole Soyinka and Chinua Achebe would have rejected them and thrown them out immediately. Instead, the CIA brilliantly used its funding to act as a silent, invisible gatekeeper. They did not have to physically silence, ban, or arrest radical Marxist writers. They simply, strategically made sure that the non-Marxist, liberal writers had the biggest megaphones, the widest distribution networks, and the highest international platforms. By quietly funding the Mbari Club's rent, covering their publishing costs, and bankrolling their international travel to prestigious global conferences, the CIA successfully ensured that writers who focused on individualism, local culture, and bourgeois aesthetics became celebrated global superstars. Meanwhile, radical writers who focused on working-class solidarity, anti-capitalist struggles, and socialist revolutions remained underfunded, unpublished, and completely obscure.
The CIA in the 1960s was perfectly fine with, and even actively promoted, anti-colonialism, cultural negritude, and African artistic pride. What they were absolutely terrified of was class warfare. They desperately wanted to steer African intellectuals toward Cultural Nationalism (the safe, performative celebration of African identity) and decisively away from Marxist Socialism (which involved organizing, educating, and arming the peasantry to overthrow capitalist structures).
The CIA could care less how the newly independent African celebrated their tribal heritage, and whatever beautiful poetry they wrote about the glory of their ancestors was none of their business. They would happily, enthusiastically promote you even if you fiercely criticized European racism, British colonialism, or white supremacy. They could easily tolerate all of these cultural protests so long as Nigeria's massive oil wealth, raw resources, and cash crops continued to flow to Western capitals completely uninterrupted. What they were absolutely terrified of, and heavily, invisibly censored, was class consciousness. Writers who explored socialist ideas, class struggle, and anti-capitalist revolutions were simply not eligible for Western funding, international distribution, or global marketing, which successfully ensured that their works were buried completely away from public view. This was because they knew that if the African working class were enlightened about Marxist thought, they would immediately rebel against the local comprador class, organize general strikes, and dismantle the entire capitalist system that has reduced them to peasants in their own homeland. It is also critically important to emphasize that the CIA was perfectly happy to see the Mbari Club uplift the colonized African. This is because the primary motive for spending millions of dollars funding the Mbari Club was absolutely not about stopping the intellectual "uplifting" of Africans, but rather about completely controlling how they were uplifted.
It is crucial to note that the young Nigerian writers were completely unwitting, innocent participants. Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Christopher Okigbo, and others had absolutely no idea that their creative sanctuary was secretly being funded by American intelligence agents.
In 1967, courageous investigative journalists exposed the fact that the CCF and the Farfield Foundation were actually covert CIA fronts. African intellectuals across the continent felt deeply betrayed, humiliated, and outraged. However, by that time, the CIA's covert mission had already largely succeeded: the foundational, defining era of post-colonial Nigerian literature and intellectual thought had been established, funded, and firmly anchored in Western liberal traditions, successfully steering an entire generation of our greatest thinkers completely away from Soviet socialism.
@piersmorgan@FIFAcom has to step-up on this violent behaviour purported as style of play. It went on far too long in the tournament with a pat on the back. So disgraceful. No wonder it just popped out eventually.
!! White Belgians roasting a Somalian Kid in 1993 !
Did you ever asked your self why the world is being forced to remember the Jewish holocaust but forget what the same white criminals did to the black man?!
Le 14 juillet 1903, les colons français Georges Toqué et Fernand-Leopold Gaud capturent un jeune noir à Fort Crampel (RCA) et lui introduisent un bâton de dynamite allumé dans l’anus. Les morceaux de son corps déchiqueté sont projetés partout, au grand amusement des colons.