about bloody time too

yup just a note so yous all can note a lickle piece In Praise of Drummers and like it says above, about bloody time too!

Newsflash!

You heard it here first, well saw it actually, and how do I know you haven't seen the above picture of a several-thousand person strong march in thew heart of Washington DC before?

Because the media comlpetely ignored it, that's why. Yup in the heart of the world largest 'democracy' thousands of people get worked up anough about something(s) that they take to the streets and no one (not one, & please let me know if I'm wrong) media source even touched on it, much less actually reported it. How about that?

Land of the Brave, Land of the Free...

About bloody time too...

You'd think, wouldn't you, that if you were one of the worlds fastest growing economies and (in the same breath)a socialist regime, your people would be having it, and large. However, in China, this is (and has) not always (been) the case.

However recent labour laws brought in by the Chinese Government in an attempt to improve the average Chinese's lot have been savaged, brutally. Who, we wonder, could possibly oppose stronger labour laws and the harmonious environment that follows? Gon on guess. Yup, you got the fucking US Chamber of Commerce of fucking course that's fucking who...cunts.

I mean, come on! wankers! and this ain't just about dem neither. We're all in it now sweetheart. In today's globalized economy everyone's work situ affect anyone else's. So how Chin gets on with A brand sportswear in Beijing now affects Brian's job with Ti's partyfrocks (and more!) in London like never before.

Never has the time for global working class solidarity been greater (oooahhh! my fingers have started burning! what's going on?). It's either stick together or, collectively, get a right shafting.

Same as it ever was.

what to do

here is a quote from the comments section of a Catholics blog, it was about PZ Myers and his Catholic-baiting eucharist-bashing bit of fun. If you want to know what it's about follow the links that's what they're for. This Catholic blog has quite a few comments about this (as you would imagine) anyway the pick of the bunch goes a little something like:

"O Sacred Heart of Jesus, animated with a desire to repair the outrages unceasingly offered to Thee, we prostrate before thy throne of mercy,and in the name of all mankind, pledge our love and fidelity to Thee.

The more Thy mysteries are blasphemed, the more firmly we shall believe them, O sacred Heart of Jesus!

The more impiety endeavors to extinguish our hope of immortality the more we shall trust in Thy heart, sole Hope of mankind!"

it goes on like this for some time, however two points have already made themselves clear. 1. who the fuck does this dippy piece of shit think she is talking on behalf of me? "and in the name of all mankind" and 2. they is basically saying no matter how much a pile of shite christianity (and all religion) is. they will believe all the more. eh? WTF? 

so, my solution, if we have a group of people absolutely convinced of their immortality (so convinced , in fact, that no amount of proof will dissuade them) let them meet their God! why not? they love him so much and as long as they don't do it themselves they is fine! no harm, no foul.  so, it's quite simple really. just take all religious people and strangle them (no need to waste bullets or owt) then feed them to my (or your) dogs. 

problem solved! (sorts out the ol' population crises as well I hope you notice!)

9-5

Work eh? i It really is for fools and horses, never a truer word said. I've always preferred the term 'wage-slave' so much more accurate because most of us are slaves. If you add up how much you get paid and then subtract you room, board + clothing costs and what have you got? not much I'll wager (not that I can afford to). Are you, then, much better off than a slave? You get to choose you own food, whoopee-do, but you have to buy it and cook it yourself, at least slaves had that done for them!

It's a mugs game basically, but what's the use of moaning, I feel that at least I spent some of the public purse before I started contributing toward it. I once had to sit through having some imbecillic Tory twat tell me "that's money that should be going toward disabled people" no doubt followed by something like "my brothers disabled, you're effectively stealing from HIM!"

I mean, please, does none of you have any idea how much we're spending wiping out the human populations of Iraq/Afghanistan? Or how many "scarce resources" we've used up upgrading our entirely pointless Trident bath-toys? (don't worry Tory-boy got this an' all). And yet, for some reason, we simply can't afford the odd £30 a week to keep those, such as myself, who intensly dislike having to work?

Noo-Labour have been on at this one as well. Having to 'clamp-down' on 'benefit-scroungers'. Eh? There's no such thing! You either get benefit or you don't. There is no such thing as a benefit scrounger because we are all (most of us at any rate) entitled to a fuck of a lot more than we get anyway. That's waged and unwaged thank you very much. So I'll also thank you to shove you 'benfit-scroungers' up your fucking arsehole!

I mean it sure ain't my fault if you decided to buy a house so you now have to go to work until you die, is it? I just can't abide people who are so petty that just because they've spent their pissy little lives working shit jobs to keep their shit wives and shit kids in the shitty shit they've become accustomed to. They somehow feel I've got to suffer the same!

FUCK OFF!

last lines

from Eyes Wide Shut:


Alice Harford: I do love you and you know there is something very important we have to do as soon as possible.

Dr. Bill Harford: What's that?

Alice Harford: Fuck.


do-do-do do-le-do-le-do do-le-do-le-do.

Oh Dear

oh dear, oh dear, the planets would appear to be in alignment (that's all I fucking need).


The gods (my own at any rate) are whispering.


It is time...It Is Time.


So that's that. S'all over, no more, c'est finis.


What now? I hear you call, the desperation palpable, ney physical in its yearning for knowledge of the next faltering steps to be taken. But what of them? What indeed!


As to the meaning of any of the above twaddle, it basically like a dis: me no UKplc string bitch no more. Ya hear me? NO MORE!!


Not to fear do, I ain't quit ma job or nuffink, I ain't stoopid cuz. Quit dis eeezyness? you crazy? I thought not. cause what I mean is I ain't no Govt.UKplcJunkie no more!

Well I say that. Still needs a bit o' the ol' plannen. Bit of thinking, timing and rhyming still to be done. But suffuce to say by this time in fortnight I be the cleanest mutha fukka you eva did see!

Jamie Oliver new ingredients shock

This one's on a promise, see Jess, I told you I'd put it up here. The above charming piece of photographic product (product, I might add, of the highest quality) was sent to me in what are becoming another sign of just how silly the decadent west is becoming, yes, you know the e-mail petition/protest/outrage. And what a very fucking silly thing it is too.

You can just imagine it can't you, picture the scene: we're in a stifilingly hot, humid police office somewhere in downtown Jo'burg (or wherever, I just wanted to type Jo'burg) Officer Sammy Nkwano is just sitting down to his tea-break with his friend Officer Jim Ngogo (like 'em? it's surprisingly fun making up african sounding names I can see where that Mr Smith is coming from now).

Jim leans back in his chair and with a slight sigh of exasperation says

"Still no luck on that baby killer case then?"

"Which baby killer case is that then?"

"You know, the one where he's been cutting them up and leaving them in buckets"

"Oh that baby-killer case, no, no leads, no nothing. To be honest I'm not sure I can be bothered. What's one more dead African baby anyways? Look at the stats, as producers of dead babies go, we ain't skimping. They'll probably just grow up to be AIDS orphans anyway, if they're not...

Just then Chief Zumbogum-Lola head of police comes bursting in, visibly peturbed.

"I cannot, I repeat cannot, believe this! You guys had better have a very, very good excuse for the trouble you've been causing me this morning let me tell you!!!"

"Trouble?" said Sammy"but Chief "you know we would never cause you trouble! Remember Aringye's wedding? When you had a little to much to drink and when one of the valets scratched your car, you shot him, through the head, in front of all the guests. In fact it caused us quite a lot of trouble to not cause you any trouble on that particular occasion."

"Hmm, well perhaps" Chief Zumbogum-Lola hated being reminded of his various indescretions at the best of times "nevertheless, I'm in trouble now, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

At this Sammy and Jim got nervous, very nervous, they sure didn't want to end up like that valet...

"But why? Chief, what have we done?"

"It's not what you've done. It's what you haven't done" said the Chief throwing the pictures of Murder Case: 079956438CHDX on the table.

"We were just talking about that! What's the problem Chief? The killer hasn't struck again has he?"

"No, no he hasn't" replied the Chief "it's much worse than that."

"Worse?" Sammy and Jim said in unison.

"What could possibly be worse?" continued Sammy.

"Pressure!" cried the Chief and with this he collapsed at into the nearest chair, bursting into tears. "That's it. you guys better find out who's responsible for this! NOW!!! And no more tea breaks until you do!"

Anyhoo, funny's aside, the actual content of the e-mail was a petition to keep CPU(Child Protection Unit)'s in South Africa open. Great. Except with all the will in the world, I think if you have an AIDS epidemic, add in a little false info/rumour/superstition (like having sex with virgins cures AIDS) all the CPU's in the world ain't gonna help. Most of the blame for all of this lies squarely at the feet of the Catholic Church but I ain't seen no e-mails calling to ban that bunch o' bastards.

The really insidious thing about the whole affair (if we obviously discount the chopped up baby) is the idea that sending around offensive images in e-mails getting people to sign them and then forwarding them is somehow 'making a difference'. Is it bollocks, the main reason they're closing CPU's in S. Africa (if they even, actually are) is because they've run flat out of cash cause their northern neighbour's tottering about on it's last legs like the last tart at the party, screwing the economics of the entire region.

However, actually doing something positive, effective and real to actually help the world's poorest (like say, give them loads of our money) never gets so much as a mention.

Wankers.

Climate Strange

Always lots on t'internet about this eh? well here's my two-bob'orth. It's all bollocks. Now hold your horses, sweet anarchist, calm down, breath in some of that carbon dioxide heavy air and listen to how I have come up with said aforementioned assesment.

1. Climate change due to carbon dioxide realease may well be happening (or "real" as you youngers say). Indeed releasing loads of unnatural gas into an atmodsphere about as thinck as a layer of varnish probably ain't too sensible. But here's the doozy, it don't really matter. Why? I'll tell you why, it's because of:

2. The Earth is too fucking cold anyway. Yes you heard me, the Earth is too fucking cold. Far too fucking cold, freezing if truth be told. This is because we have one southern facing continent covering an entire 'cap' (a cap being one of the ends of the Earth that recieves less sunlight than the rest, making it naturally colder). This covering (we call it "antarctica" cute, non?) means successive layers of frost, or "permafrost" can build up on it. The same can be said for the "Arctic" which as it happens happens to be a sea surrounded by land, this has a similar effect of our ol' buddy Antarctica (or Ant as we can from now on forever call him) in stopping the correct flowing of waters around said cap (the north one, keep up you at the back) which would, under normal circumstances keep things nice and not frozen. However this all leads to:

3. What, the fuck, has any of this to do with me? Aha! well you see, the above circumstance isn't "usual", "Not usual?" I hear you ask "but it's been like this for, for, well for as long as anyone can remember!" and here you'll be guilty of forgetting what we always forget, that this ol' Earth's been around a lot longer than us, just ask your local ant colony, they'll tell ya, and they don't appreciate this Ice-Epoch shit any more than we do (they were around when this planet was a hell of a lot hotter than it is today and it didn't do them any harm). And when I say "we're in the middle of an Ice-Epoch" I don't wanna hear "but it's 48 degerees in Manilla what are you on about?" I mean we're in the middle of a warm spellin the middle of an ice-epoch as in ice epoch lasts say 1 million years, ice-age lasts 100,000 years with the odd inter-glacial lasting, say 10,000 years (just long enough to build a civilisation you may have noticed) then, guess what it's back to the ice-age, another 100,000 years of freezing our tits off.

So the next time someone tells (or yells at) you: "We're melting the permafrost! what about the polar bears?" I welcome you to reply "What about the fucking polar bears? It's us or them, sweetheart!" That is, of course, if you like discussing world issues with the bar-maids at your local, like I do. I have been thinking of changing pubs actually, I mean what kind of bar-staff actually says "permafrost" anyway?

And, chi-i-i-ll Winston, leave the pc you're reading this on switched on forever, get back behind the wheel of that gas-guzzler, take off to places (not-so) far away, wash your clothes in water so hot it would make beelzebub himself worry about blistering 'is little fingers and while you're doing it, think of your grandkids. They need a future too.

FSTDT

Fundies Say the Darndest Things is the place on t'internet I go when I'm bored at work or just bored or at...er, work. It really is hilarious, some of the most fun you can have with a computer (if you don't count buying pharms & porn which you kinda have to, at work). it really is fucking hilarious.


from the funny: "God healed me!!!!! I was left with moderate hearing loss."


to the disturbing: "[in answer to a little girl asking why babies die] Babies and children die because they are sinners and God is a just God"


to the real deal: "There was once a dig in siberia where they drilled to a new record depth and broke into a hollow chamber only to hear the screams of those from hell. If you haven't heard of this I know why. Atheists control the media and they suppress this sore of thing. They do the same to ghost sightings"


that sample is, like seriously, just what was on the at this moment, it updates at a rate of knots. there are a lot of very, very scary people out there and lots of them are posting. This is one of the few sites at least attempting to make us aware of the danger we are all in. I mean seriously, you guys, these dudes are fruity! and not in a good way. we are talking about very bad fruit indeed.


Meanwhile I am listening to "In Rainbows" by Radiohead (who I happen to like because I always used to smoke cooked cocaine to "Just" one of my favourite songs of all time and not just because of the rock). "Robyn" by, er, Robyn (don't you just love it when they do that?) and The New York Dolls: "From Here To Eternity".


As usual I have absolutely no idea of comparison, apart from to say I have enjoyed them all, quite a bit, quite a bit indeed...

About bloody time too.

Some sense, that is. And from a well known newspaper to boot, will wonders never cease?

A Reading Week

and an intruiging one at that. Not only have I found one of the best books ever written (I say found, it's been hanging around in my room for ages, I only just started reading it) and, almost simultaneously, the worst! How about that ladies & gentlemen? Howdya like them apples?

The best book ever written is one Empire of the Ants by a Bernard Werber, (who upon further investigation turns out to be one Albin Michel, curious non?) which deserves an extract thus;
"I am not asking you to pass this law prohibiting toy anthills out of pity for ants or in the name of animal rights; animals have no rights : we hatch them in batteries and sacrifice them for our consumption. I am asking you to pass it because you would not want the Earth to be given to an irresponsible young god one day as a Christmas present." if only not to spoil any of the brilliant behind the lines reportage of ant war.

Great stuff, quite unlike another book I am honestly finding difficult to write about, mainly because writing about will probably entail pciking up whioch, at the very least remind me that it is in my space, and I haven't set fire to it yet.

Yes I am of course talking of the heart warmer From Baghdad, with Love a heart warming story of indescrimate murder, illegal (ha) chemical warfare and the classic 'pop a kiddie, causing their parents to rush out so you can have a pop at them too', oh, and, silly me, I forgot one of the mercenary scum, a shit that stamping to death is far, far too good for, rescued a puppy and wrote a book about it.

Yes, you read right, a puppy.

So they surround a town forcing all men (+ families) of fighting age to either (and I'm probably quoting here) "flee or fight/die", lest they be resistance fighters. Many do. Many, however, don't. It is these poor unfortunates that were then subject to one of our species more recent debacle du concience (yeah, I made that up). White phosporus, Napalm, shooting little girls in the legs.
You know, that sort of thing. But it's ok, they rescued a puppy.

A. Fucking. Puppy.