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Have you ever wondered?

Satellites and rockets travel thousand of miles through space.

What is the fuel used to propel space craft  throughout the universe? How can satellites stay fully powered and mobile for years when a car can only go so long without petrol? Do they have rechargeable batteries and if so when will they be released for everyone to buy? If the fuel used is radioactive then is space being polluted by radioactive material. Does anyone remember the government

promising the introduction of electrically powered cars? It would make the air alot cleaner and is an alternative to oil and the percieved need to fight oil wars. The introduction of vehicles and energy systems based on non oil and polluting alternatives would improve the quality of life of millions and provide jobs in the production and maintenance of alternative energy.

Water power is another energy source to consider. In Britain we recieve alot of rain.

Why isn't the water harnessed to power the National grid. It can be done, the

Canadian city of Niagara powers itself from Niagara Falls.

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George Formby was an early victim of censorship by the BBC in the 1940s. The h'offending lyrics were:

The blushing bride she looks divine
The bridegroom he is doing fine
I'd rather have his job than mine
When I'm cleaning windows

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While we are being savaged by the cutbacks

Why aren’t the royals and the cost of their privileges being cut in the governments attacks on public spending? Why are the bankers not being taxed to pay for the crisis they created and where is the money for wars coming from?

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Words and phrases that are unofficially banned from the capitalist media...Take a pen and paper and actually note and date the times you hear these words on tv, radio or song.

Socialism in any revolutionary context

Communism in a positive framework

Public ownership

Solidarity Action

Industrial dispute

Strike

Democracy

Collective action

Free Education

Trade Unions

Health and Safety

Wage rise

Equality

Anti Fascism

Liberation struggle

Sexism

Patriarchy

Anti racism

Palestine

Introduction

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Have you ever wondered about Cats?

Here is a story called

 'Chunky the Cat'

 

Chunky the Cat lived in a land of writers, his father and mother were long gone and he was enjoying his life on a warm March evening.

It had been Sunny all day and he had been asleep in the house trying to block out the sound of the vacuum, the tele, the sound system and various people ringing the door bell. Now it was getting dark he thought he would go outside avail himself of the grass and go and look for other cats to meet.

He could walk in a way that wouldn’t cause dogs or cars to attack him and end his life. This involved jumping on walls, under cars, through undergrowth and generally creeping about. Most nights he would stay out all night and come home to his family in the morning for break dib. Some days he wouid check the bins in the outside bin cupboard and see if there was any food about. Sometimes he could find fish, meat, all sorts in fact, where there are humans there is food. Which is what the birds, the rats, the dogs and all the other creatures Chunky had met agreed upon. The frogs had recently been talking about crickets arriving in the neighbourhood which made Chunky wonder to himself whether he could catch himself a frog. If the frogs wanted to eat the crickets they would be in the same area as the sound the crickets made at night. The main problem Chunky was dealing with at the moment was hunger. He felt a burning in his stomach and had his next meal on his mind.

He knew other cats like Brother Kitty with his stories about how good he was becoming at understanding humans. Ginger Tom and Sandy would often talk about their life as pugilists. And Shabba would often insist that as long as you know them dogs aren’t really that bad. Fluff lived in a house near a wood and a busy road with his sister Snoopy and his brother Marmaduke they had stories about moles, badgers and foxes. And then there was the Pole Cat who lived on the mountain whose grandparents had told him that where the houses and flats were had been a wood many years ago. The Pole Cat whose name was Nemallah felt that life among the humans was no good and that the owls, stoats and ferrets in the woods were easier to cope with. Chunky was terrified of the woods after staying up late to watch horror films on the television with the teddy bears one night or did he dream that, he was very tired. No he did, the teddy bears came to life when the humans would sleep. They wouid watch tv, work on the computer, phone their friends and acquaintances and hold living room festivals.  They would post guards to make sure none of the humans would wake up and find them using their electricity. The story goes that one Teddy was caught accused of being possessed and actually taken to court and imprisoned in a Teddy bear gaol. Nobody had heard heard or seen him for years although the dolls had launched a campaign to stop unfair prosecutions of teddies and all other toys. Chunky couldn’t get too involved he was much too busy although he sympathised and knew stories about fellow creatures that would make your hair stand on end.

The dog down the road had been howling earlier his Mother had put him outside and he felt he had to let the world know how unhappy he was, so he did. The men were either driving back and forward or returning from a day at work. Chunky thought what was I dreaming earlier and then thought I’m going home to have something to eat, drink and a sleep.

Now he was home he was given a bowl of meat, some biscuits and a bowl of water. He was one of a growing number of cats that weren’t allowed milk.  The human who fed him was his favourite person in the house and she told him milk gave him a bad belly and that he could drink water. Sometimes he would curl up in her lap and go to sleep for hours in front of the fire and the picture box. Sometimes the exact days eluded him food would be roasted in the oven and the aroma would travel for miles and he return to have the same food the humans were eating. They were massive giants with no tails, they would talk to him and then talk to each other. Apart from the birds they were one of the most talkative animals he had ever met. The birds would invent songs, the dogs wanted to runabout and play most of the time and the rats were always talking of eating the foods in the houses. He had caught a rat once alive and let it go in the house. Nobody knew what to do about it and it was the best laugh he had had for many a moon. Which reminded him the moon was halfway tonight and there would be a moon meeting. It was at the allotments last time, tonight it was at the Early Field. Meeting always began with a song to call more animals and then they are opened by remarks from the chair, a report from the secretary and then a general discussion. Or he could miss the meeting altogether and go a roaming. Or he could sit on a wall for a bit and look at people go by. He did know that there was business to discuss including the extension and retention of privileges, the road safety campaign and a debate on what to do if you are ever taken to the vets. The factory cats might attend and call for no collaboration with humans and the cat who once caught a bus to Pontypool would give advice on how to get back from far away places. Last meeting the cats had adopted a motion that called for adopting the technologies humans were currently using. Computers and telephones seemed to take up most of humans time and the cats had wondered would they be able to communicate with Lions, Tigers, Panthers and Cougars in other lands. An amendment had been added to enable technology to be used to communicate with those animals that had been put into zoos and those not allowed to go out. Brother Kitty had gone as far to call for a scientific study into technology which might one day lead to cats being able to drive cars, buses and trucks instead of living in fear of them. Sandy had got into an actual fight over something another Cat had said about his whiskers whilst Stimpy had complained about the quality of Cat food and called for bowls of the rancid stuff to be left untouched. Even if that meant going hungry. All the Cats had agreed and the humans had on the whole understood the complaint and were feeding them more human food.

Now it was night time and he was on his way to the meeting. He checked the smells in the air and on the bushes for the latest, news and gossip.