/r/The_Donald – Genuine support forum or super meta 4Chan joke?

A rare donald appeared!
A rare Donald appeared!

The internet is at war with itself over the current political climate in the U.S, as the left and right shout down at each other, with neither listening to the opposite opinions. We just had to look up what SJW’s meant (Social Justice Warrior) which is alarming, as the rhetoric descends into a whirlpool of insults and accusations of racism,both left wing commentators using “Bernie Bots” to discredit followers of the Kind old Grandpa of the race, Bernie Sanders.

Trump has divided a nation and split the GOP, but it doesn’t mean anything when you can still make fun of the man on the internet on special place called 4Chan. The channers have been long supporting Trump on /pol/, the politics messageboard, and were ironically supporting him by crafting memes and support messages (Coining “Can’t stump the Trump!”), so much that Trump late last year sent them a Thumbs up for helping fight the good fight. Where to go next? 4Chan’s uptight younger brother, Reddit. While there is already a couple subreddits claiming to be the ‘official’ Trump domain such as /r/donaldtrump it lacks the huge surge in popularity  /r/The_Donald has been receiving over the past month, with over 90,000 subscribers.


Reddit is generally quite a liberal community, and when a right-wing sub gains traction, it’s hard not to be suspicious. The_Donald fits right into that category, which features some content that looks as though it’s pushing the agenda, and then a bizarre range of memes, ranging from ‘Fake-out’ quotes (“Barack Obama said that about Muslims?) to ‘Rare Donalds’ which are special Pokemon cardesque versions of the trumpster. Users of the forum are called ‘Centipedes’ and enemies are ‘cuckservatives’. The whole faux supporting Trump thing started off as a joke, but the offical Trump campaign has shared videos from The_Donald, and it has become one of reddit’s most viewed pages, with 52 Million views last month. The official Trump supporters are Furious, and can barely see the thing as a joke.

With 4chan trolls and with abusive moderators, our subreddit offers a clean alternative for those who want to maturely and appropriately discuss Donald Trump’s run for president.

We will be revamping some of this subreddit and how we operate in the coming days, but this is just an example of how bad the other Trump subreddit is becoming with abusive hypocritical moderators at the helm. It’s kind of like/r/VoteTrumpYouLoser!

Let’s Make America Great Again TOGETHER, not with tons of bans!

The opposing 4Chan reddit has responded to this earnest post with typical, good old fashioned trolling.

a small loan of a million trolls

It’s at a political balance that cancels itself out. Make a fake subreddit pretending to support the big guy, piss off all his supporters in the process. By doing this you bring a bit of levity to the whole political debate, in a time where everyone is down each others throats. At least this is a joke, and a funny one at that. It’s trolling for Trump, where everyone is probably of a liberal persuasion, but is sick of all the drama surrounding this year’s election. The constant bickering and protests and clashing – it’s headache inducing. So why not sit back and relax and look at some rare Donalds?

Rare Donald, date Unknown.
Rare Donald, date Unknown.

A review of “Bandit Promotions – Blackmail lettering” at Studio 24

This was posted on a previous blog on 4/8/14, two years ago today.street finn

I actually spent TWO days exploring the local music scene, not through my own choice but through the coaxing of my friends. On Friday, an impromptu drinking session my friend dragged me out to Henry’s Cellar Bar down by Lothian road, where a promise of cheap entry was quashed after finding a new Belgian kid working the door. We went in only to find out the band had two songs left which pissed me off but the bar staff were sound enough so I kicked around and had a drink. The kid told me that what i’d paid would get me on to the club night later on, which i also went to but got so bored i left twice in the middle to get something to eat. I left first to get a greasy kebab from Samsun’s where i had not ventured for over a year. When i came back, Sandra told me I stunk of onions so i told her that’s just all i had. The night dragged it’s heels further, and i again found myself in limbo – not drunk enough to enjoy the tech house, yet i didn’t feel like another Red Stripe. I left again without telling anyone and found myself at Mcdonalds eating everything you can get there for £4.49.

The taxi home was expensive and depressing, as i wiped the special sauce off my mouth an intense shame spread from my stomach through my body. I couldn’t face my friends or the rain, It’d been a long but forgettable day. I think in the morning me and Sandra went for lunch, and the both of us being cheapskate bastards forwent any nice cafe meals or sandwiches and found ourselves at KFC. It was cheap, and it was chicken. I felt shame once again. Not for having the chain of my meals go from Kebab – Big Mac – Pulled Chicken, (Amelia Bayler would be proud!) but because i laughed and a bubble of snot came out my left nostril. Sandra was noticeably enraged and disgusted by my actions, i hope the old ladies sitting across from us weren’t too horrified at seeing pure bred bubble action.

We went to the museum out of boredom and when leaving received a call from my cousin telling me “I’m on my way, we’re doing something tonight right? We’re going to a gig now!” I hastily got my shit together, purchased a road beer and met him at my flat. My roommate came along when he said it was a Psycho-billy gig and off we went to Studio 24. On the way we looked at the “Legal graffiti wall” which looked beautiful. There was some lads there at the time signing off on a few pieces which we all were impressed with, and a motorbike popped a wheelie up the road as we walked into the tunnel. I kept telling my cousin “ooh this is the bad part of town” which he got angry at seeing as i’d never been to this side of the burgh.

The drummer of the band we were there to see came and gave us cheaper entry which was nice and gave us tickets with the band names on it, which is the only way i was able to remember any details of the gig whatsoever. I’m usually intimidated by most bouncers but these ones seemed real cheery and were just arguing about what Chinese food they wanted to order. As you walk in you see exactly what Studio 24 is attempting to go for as their ‘look’ inside the club. A dirty grimy punk club from the eighties, except it works. For whatever reason the fact you can’t see 4 feet in front of you in the hallway is quite appealing to me. I walked inside got what i pretty much expected from the crowd, a mixture of crusty punk mums and dads, barely legal scene kids and metalheads and definitely not legal emos and kids wearing badges and ties. I looked past the bar and it said “This is an over 14’s gig – only one drink is able to be purchased at a time.” Quite a good strategy for not selling underagers? But i doubt it works completely. I went to buy a Red Stripe but the bartender offered to give me it for a “low low price” if i gave him my hat to take a photo of, which i sucked up my pride and did. This hat in particular was the ‘SLUTS’ cap, which was perfect for blending in to this crowd of pink haired nosering flickin’ teens. He made a bearded guy wear it who didn’t look too happy about it.

The first band, ‘The Phlgem’ had a particularly good repertoire of old punk and new wave songs, but it was hard to tell if they had mixed in their original material. It’s probably better to announce when it is your own song when starting with 3 or 4 covers. They were Ok, the drummer was great, but the guitarist and bassist couldn’t really sing. They could certainly scream, which reminded me of the old days where i would proclaim “I’m not this band’s singer, i’m it’s shouter” in bands back home. The singing didn’t sound good. They even brought ‘Steve’s Cousin, Wee Hannah’ on to sing the chorus in one of their songs who looked so racked with nerves that her performance was all warbly. The notable thing about the band was their use of feedback. The guitarist fucked about with his cable and his guitar so much you didn’t really know if the feedback was intentional in creating a raw sound for the performance, or his guitar and amp were just plain broke. Either way, it’s probably OK to have shitty amounts of feedback swirl behind you if you’re trying to emulate punk.

We went out for a cigarette. Me and my roommate talked about the band and the atmosphere and decided we’d stay to see most of the gig. These teens not a lot younger than me came out and started whinging “Ugh it’s full of fuckin’ kids in there” and i would look at them and think, “you are kids.” This chubby guy with curly hair came out and started talking mosh pit tactics with his mates and then was left on his own. He said to us “Aw thank god am not the oldest person here anymore!” to which we cringed. He was near our age but probably not mentally.
He started to ask us if we were going to opium later for the after party, which we weren’t. He also asked us if we were going to go see a bunch of random thrash bands in the coming weeks, to which we declined. He had tapped out, and asked “What are you doing here then?” I shrugged and told him we knew the drummer, which we really didn’t. At this point the balder of the bouncers piped up and said to us “Steven there’s a drummer, aren’t you Steve?” to which we all said nothing, but smiled anyway to appease his awkward chat. Steve asked the other bouncer if he was gonna eat his rice.

The second band confirmed my feelings about the crowd, a lot of scene kids and punks who have being doing this since they WERE actively going to over 14’s gigs and having nothing else to do on a Saturday night. The band, Two Step Theatrics looked as though they had a bit of a following, and the “followers” started a mosh pit which resulted in an awkward circle in the middle of the room. If you didn’t want to participate in getting shirtless and smashing your peers to the ground, you had to stand aside.

The band were actually very talented, and had a decent amount of original material which we liked, and they had a fat guy singer which kinda relates to me when i see them, i always considered myself a fat guy singer. He had great stage presence and joked easily about their performance, and was able to switch into a smoother piano led track straight after asking to audience to form a “wall of death”. After the second song, he instigated a ‘wall of death’ which is separating both sides of the mosh pit and smashing them together to cause mayhem. The moshing which was led by the curly headed bro we met outside and a long haired greek guy wearing an extensive sleeve of anarchy badges. There was also a lone black kid who seemed to be really into it, it started to make me think that he was the only black kid in Edinburgh’s moshing scene. How lonely, maybe someday he’ll find another scene that’s way cooler, rather than hang out with metalheads who shove the girls they like into the circle. The sexual tension in some of these male to female encounters i saw was brutal. The desperate look on most guys faces and the longing glances from the blue haired snakebite girls, It reminded me of being a hopelessly in love teenager and only being in my early twenties, it also made me feel old.

The third act, was a girl singing one Jason Mraz song. I initially thought it would be a girl band after glimpsing her backstage but no, just one Mrazzy tune on the acoustic. Her name was Kayleigh Turnbull i think, depending on which girl is featured on the ticket. The girl had stage fright and looked away halfway thru the first verse so me and my roommate called her on(as well as a rowdy older crowd who sounded like pedophiles, shouting “come on Kayleigh, yeah. Kayleigh get it done girl”). She had the whole crowd cheering for her at the halfway point, even me, being sincere as i could be. It was quite funny seeing a nervous teenager coming on after a band that convinced the crowd to beat the shit out of each other, so out of place. But you don’t get to see those nerves often and that’s why she was my favourite, because of the connection she made with people. If it was a 16 year old nerve racked Peter Carson singing “I’m yours” i doubt they would have cared that much.

The last band played mostly covers and had an adept couple tunes, the main thing that stuck out about AMi was that their singer sounded very similar to the one from Wolfmother. They didn’t shy away from this, blasting out “Woman” for their opening song and closing with “Joker”. They had a great repore with each other, and nobody was trying to lord anything over anyone – they seemed to be old friends that were making good music together. We danced the most to their tunes, and cheered when they told the stagehands to fuck off cause they weren’t done yet. It was better than the previous two put together, and as the house lights turned on to kick us out at barely 10:30 i felt i’d got my money’s worth. The last band did have a lasting effect i suppose, as for the past few days after i listened to a Wolfmother album. You always forget these bands until you go out and get drunk and somebody convinces you to remember them.

All and all I kinda enjoyed the whole shebang. Sure i might have some differences or issues when it comes people active in the rock scene, where i have devolved into a guy who’ll listen to anything if it’s good. These people have their genres, they stick to em, and they enjoy it. What’s not to like? As we left i heard one of the pink haired girls on the phone asking to buy a pill off her mate, so at least these kids aren’t straight edge or nothin’, as long as they are taking casual drugs i feel that they might be an interesting crowd to revisit. I give the experience a on the spot rating – Three dyed heads out of 5.

But it doesn’t stop there, these adventures keep on going and going! My roommate was getting a lift with one of the bands so we made a swift exit with them. The night had just begun for me and we went off to find some other places to haunt, my roommate went to a deaf comedy jam – and i went to harass the Italians on Robertson’s Close who were going out somewhere close. I walked round the cowgate for a while until i met somebody to ask what the crack was, both girls were p.ring and only one had time to speak to me. Venturing south i met David and Gregor playing Jenga in the Monkey Cellar with two attractive weegies that lived in Dundee. We fucked about having a couple drinks before going to a party which took us a while to find, and full of quite drunk girls talking about somebody’s birthday and MDMA. I told a few people about the gig when my chat to the strangers ran out, which gave everyone (including myself) a chance to “laugh at somebody different!”There was a fair share of idiots there, including an Essex boy who appeared to be the stupidest person everyone had ever met. He wasn’t mean or a dick, he just wasn’t all there if you know what i mean. Without any booze i managed to tolerate everything till 6 in the morning, where i left to go to some other guys house…why didn’t i just go home there and then?

8am i walked into a Tesco i’d never seen before and bought a meal deal. Eating the whole thing on the walk i observed the colour of the sky and the attitude of the church goers. “Maybe i should go to church someday?” I thought. I always tell people i’m gonna. Just to tell the morally sound people they are doing a great job.
With my last breath i whispered “Christ..” as i slunk into my unmade bed, where i would sleep for a hundred years….


Game of thrones is approaching. This month! There’s plenty ways to keep you from going crazy like reading the books or rewatching the old episodes. The perfect way to kill your anticipation with laughter is with this horrible “cosplay cover” that this guy made of the GOT theme. It’s just horrible. It sounds like a long, wet fart, in the best possible way. Sometimes people make music that’s so bad it’s good, and this is one of these times. It’s possible that he’s the only person to ever master the Theremin as well, because when I used one it was an incomprehensible mess.

Batman vs Superman : Dawn of Justice isn’t as bad as you think.

The true star of the film, Jeremy Irons
The true star of the film, Jeremy Irons

From the view of critics and diehard fans, Batman Vs Superman is a grave insult to both franchises. Sure the title is jumbled, you don’t know whether to shorten it to Batman or Superman. There’s a strange product placement deal with Turkish Airlines, it sets up future films which is getting increasingly tacky and it’s got Lois lane in it way too much. It might not be the superhero beat-em-up everyone was waiting for, but by no means is it a bad film.

When a film is too big to fail, it’s a sigh of relief because they at least might get to make more of them. Ben Affleck is going to be helming the next standalone Batman as director, but a couple years ago, when he was cast as Bruce Wayne the general cry from fans was “NO!” even after his picture Argo won an Oscar earlier that year. It’s fair to say that the casting of Affleck and Jesse Eisenberg left a sour taste in many mouths when casting was done, so people wanted this film to be bad, they needed it. Affleck is a good actor, convincing all the doubters in ‘Gone Girl’ but after the impact that Christian Bale had in the Batman role for so many years, people just weren’t ready to move on. Eisenberg was also an unpopular choice for Lex Luthor, being known for his witty, sarcastic humour in films like ‘Zombieland’, but has proven himself worthy, bringing a great, menacing quality to the role. I always like the origins of Luthor, before he’s found to be a criminal, and comedians play the best villains (Although Eisenberg has experience with dramatic acting, The Double being one of 2014’s best films). The judge and jury were out to get this movie before it was even made.

It’s not a bad film though. It has a few problems with pacing at the start, and has a boring subplot with Holly Hunter who says the worst lines in the movie, “You can piss in a jar and call it Granny’s peach tea, but its still piss.” It’s unsettling to say those words, it brings up images of incontinent grandmothers serving up jars of urine to their grandkids. They implement this up until the end of her plotline, for whatever reason they thought to keep that in. The film gets going eventually, and by the time the big showdown is about to occur, the film has enough momentum to keep you gripped. From what the trailer showed us the film wasn’t all about the ‘versus’ aspect, because Aliens or something start attacking. Wonder Woman is there. So you can expect the fight between the two to be short, limited, or absent. But the fight is there. What you wanted to see is in the film. It might be not the half hour spectacular you wanted, but it’s there and it’s impressive and full of fanboy glee.

The ending is satisfying enough for those that don’t want too much changed in their cinematic universes, where comic book characters are rarely fighting their fate and the status quo, but it’s enough. The 3D is at a surprisingly tame level for this one, where the temptation of filmmakers to shove objects in your face has died down a bit and they’ve just tried to give a little more dimension to the action sequences. It’s impressive in that it doesn’t try too hard. This film tries very hard for you to like it, stretching out in all directions so much that some characters are completely forgotten, such as Jeremy Irons’ Alfred. It in every way is a better, cooler, and more accurate version of Alfred than Michael Caine (even though he was great) as it shows a posher, but more down to earth with engineering all the cars and gadgets side of the butler that wasn’t present in Nolan’s films. Jeremy Irons was probably the best actor in the whole film, but gets about 10 minutes of screen time.

It is worth watching this movie in the cinema if you’re a fan of the franchises it adapts, or of superhero movies at a whole. It’s unfair to say that it’s at “maximum superhero saturation” or whatever they’re saying about the state of comic book movies, which has happened already with bad adaptations where they’re just trying to keep the rights like in last year’s Fantastic Four. Snyder and crew at least are trying to make the dreams of fans a reality.



Have you ever wanted to introduce a six-legged robot crab that shoots foam pucks into a litter of cats and warp the ecosystem? Well now you don’t have to, now that Youtuber StudioSinga has brought a robot overlord to his kitty cats. They seem so unaware of the drastic change to their lives this new king will bring, living in their cardboard houses and sliding around the floors with their barely able kitten bodies. Once, in an apartment where the big cat ruled, came a new boss, shooting foam and judging kitty cats with it’s Panasonic camera. Rejoice my kitties, accept your new robot overlords.


I first heard about Beach House when ‘Bloom’ was released a few years ago. The album is a perfect combonation of dreamy synths and pop, but still keeps it’s integrity by being dirgey as well. Their guitars sound like magnets, flipping over each other for no other reason to make a beautiful sound. My true fanboy exploded out after this video was released, directed by Eric Wareheim. It’s all i can think about now when I hear the song ‘Wishes’.

Years pass and you sort of fall out of listening to a band’s new music. It’s not out of the question for you to think upon a new release “Ah, well the last album was so good, I don’t need to rush into this one.” This is what i did for the first couple weeks after ‘Depression Cherry’ was released (what an awesome album title) but I heard ‘Beyond Love’ on the off chance and was blown away by how emotionally stirring it was. I had to snatch it up NOW, which i did.

I was surprised when I found out about their other album of 2015 – ‘Thank you our lucky stars’. I almost didn’t believe it. How can a band find time to release two albums a year, so close to each other and still make them good? Beach house has managed to successfully do this. I listened to it all last week, over and over – just getting me more and more pumped about the band. The opening track ‘Majorette’ has all the defining quirks of why I love this dream-pop band. They inspire me to no limit with every one of there releases. This is why you should listen to Beach House.


PaRappa the Rapper was one of the first games i fell in love with one the original playstation. Rodney Greenblat’s amazing animations, with the taint of Japanese rhythm games. Hell, it probably defined the rhythm games we ignore today, like Rock Band and DDR. Those games don’t have the charm that Nana-On-Sha were able to infuse into PaRappa. The catchiest teacher rap was definitely, the Driving Moose – with that awesome old school piano track. “I forgot to close the door…”

Some genius (user Freuderthreep) has mashed-up PaRappa with Tim & Eric’s catchy rap “I sit down when I pee” from the first season of “Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job.” It’s the number one pissing rap infused with the number one driving test rap. Take it away boys.


KNIGHT OF CUPS – A Beautiful and Bewildering film from Terrence Malick

There’s films you see every so often that halfway through you go “This could be the greatest film I’ve ever seen.” Knight of Cups had me at this moment about an hour in, as Christian Bale just stares at the ocean view with the people going by. So much of the film is defined by slow moving cameras that draw you into it’s atmosphere, as strange and hedonistic drama unfolds around it. Much like Malick’s The Tree Of Life, the camera follows people, events of nature and drops you in places you’d never thought it would go.

The plot draws heavily from old poetry and prose, quoting The Pilgrim’s Progress heavily at times through the fractured narrative, but the title is a reference to the tarot card ‘Knight of cups’. The premise of the film is Christian Bale, an unsatisfied and hedonistic screenwriter struggles with his fractured family, his crazy brother and can only find release in becoming absorbed into L.A hedonism, Bret Easton Ellis style. He explores relationships with six women, named for a tarot card each and tried to learn a little from each one that fractures and attempt to become something more. This is conveyed in a very experimental style, echoing his other work but also completely engrossing in it’s own way.

KNIGHT OF CUPS - christian bale
Terrence Malick

The dialogue is never really clear to any characters intentions, and monologues roll between flutters of images, while some jerks giggle in the background. Atmosphere is key here, you appreciate every shot, every location that is seen, but with the passage of time it becomes very emotional. It starts feel like super-emotional humans living in an amoral paradise. The sound design of the film is a stroke of genius, bringing intensity to every scene. It feels like every dream I’ve ever had where I’ve basked in fake sunlight and cooled off next to neon every night.

Teresa Palmer, the always lovely australian

That is how the film felt to me. However it’s understandable that it’s not going to be for everyone. It’s one of the most innovative, amazing films I’ve seen in the past year, but it’s still an art-house film that doesn’t hold your hand at all. It’s experimental to the point of broken in terms of how Hollywood movies are made, but it also is one of the most perfect satires ever made about the film industry. Scenes fly by where Antonio Banderas walks you through a diamond encrusted party, like some sly dog through a Shakespearean whore house, for Cate Blanchett to turn up and slap you across the face for straying. All while Tom Lennon yaps on in the background.

Knight of Cups is certainly weird as hell, randomly dancing across space and time whenever it feels like it, but it’s also an emotionally rewarding experience that you should give a chance. It might not be the greatest film i’ve ever seen, but if it at least made me consider it, that makes it one of the greats.



I didn’t always spend hours and hours trawling through Youtube for footage. I used to kind of dismiss it. I wonder when it became so integral to my enjoyment of the internet, because now I’m constantly streaming Youtube through my TV to the chagrin of my partner, who hates watching weird pointless stuff. It’s not pointless though, is it! Some of the best stuff is on there. Take this for example.

The Cardiacs were a very theatrical punk band, who was known for their over the top stage shows, and zappaesque off-beat music. A bit more together than some of the punk coming out at that time, (and the acid house scene which had it’s fair share of freaks) but it’s still a fascinating band to go back to. Look at them all, dressed up like some sort of new-wave Casey Tatums, smashing into each other like they hate themselves and the world around them. Do you know of a band still going today that acts this freaky, and are actually good?




The filmhouse cinema has the 70mm edition for a couple weeks and I thought it’d be too good a chance to miss the experience that Tarantino has bragged about for months now.

Is it worth it? I hadn’t seen his latest offering until this edition came to Edinburgh, but I’m sure glad I waited. As soon as the lights dim, and the first overture by Morricone starts to play you know you’re in for a treat. Tarantino has always tried to bring back the old school into modern cinema, to varying degrees of success. Grindhouse, his collaboration with Robert Rodriguez failed to make an impact on American audiences, leading to it being canned internationally, with the double feature being split up to make up the losses. With the extra touches he has put on the 70mm reIease, it’s clear that he’s succeeded to bring the cinematic experience he’s envisioned for a long time. Never probably seeing 70mm before I can see why it’s so talked up now – The quality is not only astonishing, but the width of the screen is almost double what we’re used to. There’s just so much to see on screen at any time, it’s unlike any film my poor 4:3 eyes have ever seen before.

The film as well, is amazing. The cast is well rounded by veterans of the Tarantino Universe, from his first film (Tim Roth, Michael Madsen) and from his last (Bruce Dern, Walton Goggins) as well a stunning few newcomers (Jennifer Jason Leigh, Channing Tatum). The story takes place in the midst of a blizzard in post-civil war Wyoming, as a group of gunslingers are forced to come face to face with one another in a cabin. All the characters have charm oozing from the eyeballs, Jennifer Jason Leigh gives a rousing performance as the Bounty of Kurt Russell’s ‘Hangman’ – and Tim Roth being charming in his cutesy English way.

The one thing about the hateful eight I felt was that it felt quite like Pulp fiction, a film celebrating it’s 22nd birthday this year. Tarantino is truly a master of structure, placing scenes in certain places to get something different from the film when you watch it again. Much like in Pulp fiction, the hateful eight sees characters perish and come back to life through the non-chronological way the story is told. It’s these attentions to plot that made this mystery-western of 3 hours long worth sitting through.

There is an intermission, and the projectionist comes out to tell us when the films back on, and then more of Morricone’s fantastic score comes to lead us back into the fray. The little things really made this movie for me – I didn’t realise how privileged we were to see extra footage not included in the digital cut, but no scene felt like it went on too long – I relished every minute of it. For most films I see these days, I feel a bit of apathy for the cinema going experience, – people talking and on their phones, bad writing and too much CG. The hateful eight made going to the cinema make me feel like a kid again, even though it was to see an incredibly gory movie and for that I am greatful. Truly, the magic of cinema is not lost – not as long as we have Mr. Tarantino pushing the forgotten lives of cinema houses back into the present.