Book Review: Revealing Wealth: Combatting Tax Evasion with Data, Political Will and Technology by Martyn Jones
In an age defined by algorithms, trillion-dollar tech companies, and data flowing across borders at the speed of light, one of the oldest problems in civilisation persists: how the wealthy avoid paying their share of tax. In Revealing Wealth, Martyn Jones argues that the real scandal is not simply that tax evasion exists, but that in a data-rich world we still allow it to thrive.
Surreal depiction of a multi-faced figure controlling society with media and propaganda
The Vacuum of Thought: Why AI-Powered Orbital Synergy is the Ultimate Catalyst for Your Synergy’s Synergy
By Brandish BlatherWorld-renowned Futurist, LinkedIn Legend, and Thought-Haver with a Passion for Synergising Technology for the Good of My Personal Brand.
The first time you experience the sheer, weightless emptiness of a venture capital pitch, everything changes. One moment, you’re grounded by the heavy, suffocating “hyper-G” of reality, things like “revenue,” “logic,” and “the laws of physics.” The next, all that noise disappears. You are floating in a perfect, silent void of pure, unadulterated hype.
That sense of transition isn’t just what happens when you’re strapped into a billionaire’s phallic hobby-rocket; it reflects a “Quantum Leap” in the Space-AI-Human-Potential-Sandwich™ economy. I recently sat down with Major Tad Mumbleton, a man who spent 400 days in orbit and now serves as the Chief Vibe Officer for Void-X, a company currently building inflatable habitats and AI-powered space-toasters that will absolutely, definitely reshape the way you eat sourdough on Earth.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Sir Afilonius Rex y Lila de Alba
Madrid, Viernes 1 de May de 2026
La llegada del 1 de mayo, Día Internacional de los Trabajadores, suele verse a través de la lente nostálgica del industrialismo del siglo XIX: polvo de carbón, silbatos de vapor y el traqueteo de la máquina de hilar. Sin embargo, considerar el Día del Trabajo como una reliquia de la era manufacturera es cometer un grave error antropológico y estratégico.
Para la “clase del conocimiento” moderna, esos arquitectos de algoritmos, gestores de datos y guardianes de la información, el 1 de mayo no es una curiosidad histórica. Es un espejo. Celebrarlo es reconocer que, si bien nuestras herramientas han pasado de lo físico a lo metafísico, la dinámica estructural del poder, el agotamiento y el deber cívico permanece inalterable.
Aquí hay diez razones por las que quienes trabajan con bits y bytes deberían recuperar el espíritu del Primero de Mayo.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba
Madrid, Friday 1st May 2026
The arrival of May 1st, International Workers’ Day, is often framed through the sepia-toned lens of 19th-century industrialism: coal dust, steam whistles, and the clatter of the Spinning Jenny. Yet, to view Labour Day as a relic of the manufacturing age is to commit a grave anthropological and strategic error.
For the modern “knowledge class”, those architects of algorithms, curators of data, and high priests of information, May 1st is not a historical curiosity. It is a mirror. To celebrate it is to acknowledge that while our tools have shifted from the physical to the metaphysical, the structural dynamics of power, exhaustion, and civic duty remain unchanged.
Here are ten reasons why those who trade in bits and bytes should reclaim the spirit of May Day.
THE COMING DIGITAL LOCUSTS: Why Your Pathetic ‘Enterprise Solutions’ Are Just Seasoning for the AI Swarm
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Sir Afilonius Rex and a man who once shared a corridor with a fellow who briefly tutored a junior cabinet minister at Balliol, and who is currently vibrating with the righteous, Scouse-infused fury of a man who’s just seen the price of a sourdough loaf in Islington.
Two silhouetted figures argue passionately in front of a glowing neon gear.
Welcome to the definitive, hyper-disruptive, AI-augmented, thought-leadership-as-a-service (TLaaS) guide to 2026. If you aren’t already feeling the “frictionless” vibration of a “mind-bending” paradigm shift, you’re clearly still living in the analog dark ages of 2025.
Here are the 7 “revolutionary” trends that Brendan Miggins, the man who never met a buzzword he didn’t want to marry, is definitely getting paid to tell you will “reshape the universe.”
A vintage film reel rests on a beach as a digital wave crashes before a futuristic city skyline under the aurora borealis.
Oh, look what the algorithm dragged in. It’s an article by Julian Sterling-Vane. A “Temporal Architect.”
Now, before we begin, let’s just pause and dismantle the job title “Temporal Architect,” shall we? In any sane civilisation, a “Temporal Architect” would be a man in a tinfoil hat shouting at a pigeon in a precinct. But in our current late-stage capitalist hellscape, it’s a bloke in a slim-fit navy blazer who gets paid fifty grand a head to tell HR directors that, by 2030, their staplers will have “emotional intelligence.”
Sterling-Vane has written a piece titled: “Why the Cognitive Engine Isn’t a Bubble (But It Could Still Topple the Counting House).” It’s a masterpiece of the genre I like to call “The Professional Network Shrug.” It’s the prose equivalent of a man trying to sell you a monorail while simultaneously backing away toward an escape pod.
Let’s let the combined psychic energy of Aloysius Snarl, Montgomery Metal, and St. John Spleen take a look at this steaming pile of visionary “content.”
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Monday 6th April 2026
A vintage film reel rests on a beach as a digital wave crashes before a futuristic city skyline under the aurora borealis.
Oh, look what the algorithm dragged in. Gather ’round, you beautiful, deluded LinkedIn-scrolling corpses, for another sermon from the Church of the Silicon Rapture.
Here we have Blithering Binge Drinking Marge, or as I prefer to call her, Barbara von Blathertron, the internationally best-selling author, professional nodding enthusiast, and ladylikelady whose “futurist” predictions have the shelf life of an open tuna sandwich. He’s back to explain how AI is “rewriting filmmaking” while insisting that “craft” still wins. Bless his little heart. It’s like watching a Victorian gentleman politely announce that the guillotine is merely a “disruptive time-saving device for high-speed haircuts.”
Sir Afilonius Rex, Bilbau, segunda-feira, 5 de abril de 2026
El Jueves y la Puta Mili
Martyn Rhisiart Jones… Martyn Richard Jones nas salas de reuniões do capital global, Martyn de Tours quando tece romances celtas de dominação e intriga, Martyn Bey em momentos de pseudónimo malicioso e simplesmente Martyn Jones quando os guiões SQL exigem uma clareza descomplicada, é o cortesão mais gloriosamente inclasificável do mundo dos dados. Portador de passaporte britânico com as consoantes líricas do sul do País de Gales (Rhisiart Jones, com os jardins comunitários de Caerphilly ainda a sussurrar nas suas vogais), espetou a sua bandeira no noroeste de Espanha, banhado pela chuva: A Coruña. Telefone: +34 692 376 698, disponibilidade imediata, Europa ou remoto; os detalhes estão no seu currículo, como um convite aberto a qualquer pessoa que compreenda que a arquitetura da informação nunca é verdadeiramente neutra. Aqui, este filósofo-feminista, colunista do Guardian, cordobaísta, guitarrista clássico, obcecado pelo Real Madrid, devoto da poesia e autoproclamado “Gritador-em-Chefe de Dados” dirige o goodstrat.com como um reduto fortificado de crítica combativa, provocação estratégica, masterclasses e projetos. Protesta, com Sir Afilonius Rex e Lila de Alba ao seu lado, contra a “exploração global”, a “industrialização da fraude técnica” e os últimos disparates da moda em dados. O seu banner no LinkedIn diz tudo: “Arquiteto de Informação, Dados e Conhecimento | Gritador-em-Chefe de Dados | Mostrar, não apenas dizer | Para quê?”, uma pergunta que faz desde a década de 1980, quando já entregava projetos iterativos enquanto o resto da indústria ainda estava a descobrir o modelo Cascata.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones… Martyn Richard Jones dans les conseils d’administration des grandes métropoles, Martyn de Tours lorsqu’il tisse des romans celtiques de domination et d’intrigue, Martyn Bey sous un pseudonyme espiègle, et tout simplement Martyn Jones lorsque les scripts SQL exigent une clarté sans fioritures, est le plus glorieusement inclassable des courtisans du monde des données. Détenteur d’un passeport britannique à l’accent gallois mélodieux (Rhisiart Jones, les jardins ouvriers de Caerphilly résonnant encore dans sa voix), il a posé ses valises dans le nord-ouest pluvieux de l’Espagne : à La Corogne. Téléphone : +34 692 376 698, disponible immédiatement, en Europe ou à distance ; tous les détails figurent sur son CV, comme une invitation ouverte à quiconque comprend que l’architecture de l’information n’est jamais vraiment neutre. Ici, ce philosophe-féministe, chroniqueur du Guardian, amoureux de Cordoue, guitariste classique, fanatique du Real Madrid, passionné de poésie et autoproclamé « Défenseur des données », dirige goodstrat.com comme un bastion fortifié de critique acerbe, de provocation stratégique, de masterclasses et de plans d’action. Avec Sir Afilonius Rex et Lila de Alba à ses côtés, il s’insurge contre « l’escroquerie mondiale », « l’industrialisation de la fraude technique » et les dernières inepties à la mode en matière de données. Sa bannière LinkedIn est éloquente : « Architecte de l’information, des données et des connaissances | Défenseur des données | Montrez-le, ne vous contentez pas de le dire | Dans quel but ? », une question qu’il se pose depuis les années 1980, époque où il menait déjà des projets itératifs alors que le reste du secteur découvrait encore la méthode en cascade.
