I am currently laughing out loud at the idiocy of some people in this world.

I have just been browsing the BBC site and came across and article called 'US chain drops terror scarf ad'.

The article ( i would add a link if I knew how!) is basically about a new US dunkin donuts advert featuring a popular american tv chef who appears on the poster wearing a black and white keffiyah 'Arab-style' scarf. You know the ones nearly everyone in the middle east wears as headscarfs and neckscarfs.
Also it was in fashion a few months ago and you can still see them being worn by emo/indie kids all around the country.

Well the advert has now been pulled because some absolute idiots think that the chef by wearing the scarf is showing support for terrorism!!!!!!!

What fucking morons!!! So are all the people that wear them in Britain as a fashion statement showing their support for terrorism? Are all the people who live in the Middle East and Asia that wear them all terrorists or something?
How can people be so small minded!

The fracas was started by American Conservative blogger Michelle Malkin the fucking idiot! Who seemed to be slightly detached from reality.
When my dad was younger he worked in Saudi Arabia and he brought back many keffiyahs that me and my sibling used to dress up in as kids and pretend we were rich oil sheikhs.
Unfortunately I now know my childhood fantasy was actually an advert for Al Qaeda, oh the mother fucking shame!!

What age would you like to live to?

Is it better to live fast and die young or grow old and jolly with a progeny of grandkids scurrying at your feet?

The age that human beings live to is ever on the increase, (although I read somewhere that my generation of early twenty-somethings are to going to be the first people to live a shorter life span than our parents) and it seems that degenerative diseases are also either becoming more common or just more in the spotlight.

I witnessed my grandmother suffer and eventually succumb to Alzheimers disease and it was very distressing for her and the whole family. I have also lost friends who were very young in a car accident.

Is death senseless or can it be a welcome relief? For my friends we were all very sad, however when my Nan died although we were obviously upset we were also happy that her suffering had finally ended.

So is euthanasia a practice we should have in Britain, or anywhere else for that matter?

Alzheimers can be passed hereditarily and I remember when my Nan was in her worst state my Mother told me that if she had the disease when she became older she would want to end her life before the final stage of the disease kicked in, which is basically a almost total vegetative state. By this she means she would want her family and friends to basically end her life for her is she wasn’t able.

Personally I don’t know if I could do that to my own Mother no matter what state she was in.

Does euthanasia show a disdain for life? Does it devalue the lives of the young who have it snatched away at any early age and have no choice whether they live or die?
Or is it a humane practice? We help our loved pets end their lives if they are extremely ill, of course they don’t have a choice though. So does it not make sense that humans should be allowed the same chance? Especially with our powers of choice?

What if they can’t choose though and if they are a vegetable, who doctors might assume to have no quality of life. Do we have the right to take it away to end suffering, or is all life sacred and no one has the right to take it in any circumstance?

My last point/question is a bit sketchy but with massive population growth, and particularly in England a population that is getting older and older is it better to live a good life and die young or get old and lose some of your capabilities.

P.S I am not bashing the old and I know all old people don’t lose control of their faculties and life rich full lives etc etc

I watched a programme last night entitled ‘Jesus camp’

The focus of the documentary was on Evangelical Christians in America and in particular their children.

The part of the show I found most disturbing was when the mother of one child fervently declaring that America was Gods Country.

I found this rather funny since if she had ever read the Bible she would have noticed there is not one mention of America in it! Plus the fact the native tribal populations had already chosen which God/Gods was Americas long before those old Christ lovers turned up.

It seems these people have a strange perception of Jesus. They seem to think that he is actually American, they seem to have no realisation that Jesus wasn’t white middle class like them and that he was in fact Middle Eastern (whatever that means!)

I have often thought this as reason why Religions are mostly Bullshit. The fact that God chose to only speak to the people in the middle east and neglected to inform the native American Indians or the tribes in Africa seems a bit strange for some all powerful omnipotent being, surely he’d just it’d let us all know about it in one go?

I personally do believe in God in some form, but I don’t believe in fundamentalist religions such as Christianity, Islam, Judaism etc, these can only lead to conflict.
One religion cannot hold a monopoly on forms of worship or the path to God.

A lot of people are worried about Islamic terrorists but I am more concerned about these Christian fundamentalists.= which has seen a sharp increase in Britain as well.

Who will save us from religion?

I was recently discussing British colonial history with a few friends of mine.

It is obvious that despite bringing immense benefits to Britain the Empire was extremely exploitative and discriminatory of the native populations it conquered.

So, should we feel guilty in this day and age for what our forefathers perpetrated in the form of the Empire? I know one of my friends does.

Or is it all ancient history?

Similarly should families whose ancestors were sold in the slave trade recieve compensation?

If so who should pay it?

Do you feel guilty that the land we live in was built on the back of racist slavers and exploiters of other nations resources?

And just for the Americans what is your position on native Americans and their status in modern society, do you feel guilty about the position your forebearers have put them in?

I am
Split down the middle
Cracked like eggs
Picked them shells up
Put the yolks back in again

I am
Finding my way through the dark
Hands out
Feeling for changes
Going no where
Visiting a million places

I am
Still
Meditate
Piloting
Astral planes
Is not so great

When we wake
I am blue

I am
Still I

You are
Still you

While observing the whole media rigmarole surrounding the release of GTA4 this month I began thinking about human beings and how we perceive and react to violence.

It’s my opinion that as a species we have a propensity towards acts of violence. I would take it as far as that we all have the innate ability to commit and enjoy acts of violence against each other and it is ‘society’s’ indoctrination of us that prevents it.

It is the people most removed from ‘society’ whom commit the most violence, in England at least. It is the underclass. People who don’t attend school for their daily lesson on how ‘we’ should act, the people who have no job and don’t own their own house and therefore have no stake in the economy. It is also people who realise that they enjoy it and do it for fun. More often than not I believe these are the same people.

If you have been angry before you will know, like everyone(?), the desire to tear and rip and batter. In those moments would you not find it enjoyable to smash something up?
Does the victim of a bully not desire to smash the bullies face?

I was on the bus the other day and my mood was not particularly great. A youth of perhaps 19 was abusing the bus driver because he was Polish. I suddenly felt the red desire to wrap my hands round said youths neck and start squeezing. I imagine I was not the only one. Of course being a well educated young man I didn’t do that, I’ve been ‘taught’ not to. If he had been threatening me personally with I would no doubt have acted on my desire, in the interests of self preservation.

If someone threatens your family or your friends do you not want to hurt them? To stop them?

It is my opinion that our lives in a modern Western society have only within the last two hundred years perhaps become disengaged from day to day violence. In a harsher harder world in the past, violence and it’s connotations would have been a daily thing.
I believe this is demonstrated when we look at other less ‘developed’ countries and the way in which, particularly in Africa and South America, violence and local militias compete and kill as a daily thing.

So when I see the up roar about how video games and movies are making us a more violent society I have to laugh out loud.

Opinions?
Opinions?
Onions?!

Dust Sawdust

Beginning again,
Time slips
Feel the earth turn
Solar systems spit

Ant crawls
Ant flies
Ant stumbles
Ant dies

Arc of the Universe
Just behind the eyes
Infinitesimal infinity
I lie, he lies, she lied

Falling asleep
To higher plains
Dying of thirst
Soaked in rain

Man crawls
Man flies
Man stumbles
Man dies

He lies, she lies, we lie mans lies

This week you might…?
Begin your life anew for the last time. You will not take it a day at a time but a decade, in one leap of magnificent fore-thought and inspiration your path will be set and journey started.
You will eat properly and at the right times, making amends for previously apathetic meals.
Your house will be picturesque and perfect, book shelf stacked rightfully, occupied by those who previously slept on the floor and by those who have been lost in hiding. Cd’s will find their soul mates in the right cases and clothes will be ironed, folded, and stacked by type, colour, size and popularity.
Exercise. You will not forget to stretch or warm down. And be better for it.
Stop lying and tell the truth to everyone, make life harder for yourself.
Girls/boys will not be a distraction; sex shall be an afterthought of a loving relationship with your grow-old-life-partner. Together you will make love and stop fucking.
You will mow the lawn, and kill weeds and probably lay a patio.
Cash money will be under adult supervision in case the pennies neglect the pounds.
Inside?
Outside?
A new life?

So, I have a theory that everyone barring mental illness, knows their own level of physical attractiveness compared to others.

It annoys me when obviously beautiful women moan that they are ugly or fat when they are clearly gorgeous, all it takes is one look in a mirror and they'd know, no doubt they do already.

Sometimes if I meet a friend of a friend who's a girl and I comment that she's a bit of an uggo then i get berrated with 'she's beautiful, she's really pretty!' and accused of being spiteful or mean. This when my friend blatantly knows her new acquantance is rough.

Alot of men also claim to not be able to judge physical attractiveness in other men which is rubbish in my opinion. It's not hard to tell, it's just most men in my opinion think that admitting to this is 'gay'.

I believe this is something innate that we all have, as soon as we look at a face we start judging it.
There have been studies(this is from research I looked at while studying psychology at A-level so it's hardly conclusive!) that support the idea that we are attracted to faces that are the same level of attractiveness as our own.

Also there is an idea in similar that someone who is really goodlooking might be attracted to someone who is really intelligent as it creates a balance, for instance Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe.

Thoughts?

Today while getting my daily dose of wikipedia I've been learning about Native American Indians.

In particular Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull. One aspect of the culture I find fascinating is the way they are named and the names they give each other.

It seems that at birth you were given a name and then as your life progressed you would take on a new name of you own choosing or one your peers would give you one. For instance Sitting Bull at birth was named 'Jumping Badger' but later was named 'Sitting Bull' after his Father whose name then became Jumping Bull.

Some of the other ones I liked were:
For females: 'they are afraid of her', 'looks at it', 'Good voice woman', 'kills Enemy', 'red Leggins'
For Males: 'Worm', 'Slow', 'Stands Up for Him', 'Iron between Horns', 'Conquering Bear'

Although I'm sure alot of what they are meant to mean is lost in translation i still like them.

Wouldn't it be good if we all had names that reflected our characteristics or would that be terrible?

What would your native american name be?

When someone leaves a comment on one of my posts i used to get a email notification telling me what post it was on and who left it.

That seems to have stopped as today i discovered comments on my most recent post that I hadn't been notified of by email.

Is anyone else noticing this or am I just being an idiot and not keeping up to date with the latest news etc?!

… drinking.
Tonight in honour of an old friends’ 23rd birthday. Like I need an excuse.

The flatmate who has money and I arrive at the bar early and began the nights liquid intake.
Two or three jars later birthday girl arrives with a throng of lovely ladies, some lovelier than others.

Two more beers. Cigarette. Double Sambuca. Next Bar.
A bar that pretends to be a club that is. Particularly badly at that.

The DJ is playing the Grease soundtrack and we wonder where we went wrong.
More double sambucas anyone?
Of course, but never again. Or maybe just a little one later.
Did someone mention little ones? Howsabout 3 for a tenner?
No change for £20, we’ll just take six.
A dry swallow while we wait for more liquid nourishment at an increasingly busy and sweaty bar.

By now 45 year old DJ has moved on to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack and to my horror my legs have begun jittering uncontrollably and my head nods me on to the dance floor where I caper and jive next to other similarly capering and jiving people.
This lady looks interested…
Am I?
Not really, but the amount of alcohol and supposed ecstasy in my system convinces me I am, and before Flatmate can save me from myself the move has been made and
me and said lucky lady are grinding away like we’re in a Snoop Dogg music video.

Cigarette. Cigarette. A another dry swallow. Drain the dregs from that last Kronenbourg. Pile into taxi. Back to birthday girls to continue the party.

Somehow my previous dancing partner manages to stowaway unnoticed and is there to greet me at the house and attaches herself.

Jazz cigarettes all round.
White lines. You know the song.

Two hours later, me and my new consort of sorts decide to sojourn to my house for a more intimate party of our own.
An unspecified time later.
I’m drifting into a drug induced dreamless coma/sleep wishing this random would stop taking all the space in my bed, get out and go home.

Awakened at 12pm the next day by Flatmate just returning from Birthday girls house still walking white lines and climbing up the walls.
Last nights catch and I take the time to get to know each other a little better by having some slightly more awkward than last night but slightly more gratifying sex.
I make some tea and endure her for another couple of hours while we get stoned and she watches ‘Shipwrecked 08’.

My mind was made up then that I would never speak to this girl again.

A taxi is called and I collapse on the sofa and spend the rest of the day watching Flatmate send forth exclamations of drivel and dribble about god knows what ‘til we both finally succumbs to sleep deprivation and cannabis intake.

The Road

I am broken like a wave

One word you’ve spoken
And I’m awake

Here is a token
Of that day

From that land
From whence we came

Familiar streets that now are foreign
And the road is grey with dirt and ash again

Why wait

To ponder on
The simple thing
That I have become

It is forgotten
For a duration

For a while
It shall remain

Though a loss
It is emancipation
It is a freedom all the same

I hate this cunting Government.

Mr Brown needs a fucking slap in the face.

I was under the impression that New Labour wanted to close the gap between rich and poor.

So that must be why he's scrapped the lowest 10% tax band and changed it to 20%!

Now alot of 'middle earners' are not affected by this. As previously they were paying a rate of 22%, so they are better off paying the flat 20% rate.

If like me however, you earn a mother fucking pittance, then you'll find that you are basically paying double the amount of tax you paid before!

So the poorest workers are now taxed even more money! Cleaners, part-time workers, convenience store staff, street sweepers are all paying for the middle classes to have a fucking tax cut.

I wonder why that is?

It's because The Arch Deciever Brown is now so power hungry he has abandoned any principles he may have had about creating a more equal society and is giving the rich guys a break so they'll vote him back in next election.

We all know Labour is no longer a leftist party, they are only interested in remaining in Office.

If they don't go they shall have to be forcibly removed.

God I hate this face book myspace shit!

All my friends are constantly telling me to get on myspace and facebook but it just seems like a load of waffle to me.

People just telling each other how much they 'luv' their friends and how 'ace' everything is giving each other 'hugs and kisses'. It's all a bit flakey if you ask me. Do people speak to each other like that in real life?

I bet if they actually met half these supposed 'friends' they would think they are idiots, which they undoubtedly are or they just wouldn't get on.

Most of my male friends seem to use myspace as a way to look at pretty girls and try to flirt with them. They basically spend their time going through random peoples pages just adding girls they think are attractive. I've got nothing against attractive girls, in fact I quite like them but I preferably like to see them face to face, not on some posed-cheesy-myspace pic.

I don't know maybe I'm just jealous cause no one would be my friend...cept for you losers on Blog.co.uk!(only joking luv u guys hug's an xxxx's)

At the moment I keep having really vivid dreams about an ex-girlfriend I went out with about three years ago. I haven't seen or spoke to her since we broke up.

Although it was quite a bad break up, from my persepective at least, I haven't given her a moments thought for years.

Now everytime I fall asleep she's there, these aren't dreams of a sexual nature either, lets get that straight.
It's just me and her chatting and a man who is her boyfriend hanging around in a shop we're standing outside.

I can't remember what we talk about, but I know in the dream I can feel an amazing sense of joy and rightness and love for her.

Then when i wake up i just feel gutted and depressed that it's just a dream, I literally feel sick to my stomach that she's with some other guy even though I know it's a dream and I don't even see the boyfriend really I just know he's standing near in a shop(whats that all about!?)

It is so annoying because I felt like that three years ago. Since then I've had numerous liasons, some serious and some not with other women and all that shit was long forgotten.

My mind is fucking with me. what triggers a dream lilke that?
I don't believe that dreams tell the future or any of that crap but I do think that it is your mind shuffling stuff around perhaps?
I don't know it's just fucked up the emotions and memories nightmares can drag up that can go on to affect my whole mood and outlook for the following day.

Louis Theroux makes me smile.

If anyone saw his program last night, I think you're going to have to agree with me that he is a documentarian(is that a word?)genius.

His child like and often gormless expressions just suck these idiots into a false sense of security. They seem to think they are talking to an idiot and thus carry on like idiots themselves.

Although his subject matter is usually fairly serious, I often end up laughing at the morons he speaks to.

However, what I thought was pretty disgusting about the program last night was when the hunters had killed an animal and they posed for pictures.(this isn't what I find disgusting, although it is weird!)

All the while going on about how beautiful the animal was and how amazing it looked.

NON of the hunters mentioned how beautiful the animals were when they were alive and running around all graceful and animal like.

Only when they were dead and lifeless, just another possession for these people, did they become a thing of beauty.

Wild and alive they were just another target.

One hunter mentioned the only reason he wasn't killing Rhinoes and Lions on this trip was because he couldn't afford it.

Anyway, Louis Theroux makes a really good documentary that wasn't 'Out to get' big game hunting from the start, and kept an open mind.

I have a problem with super-size fat people.

I'm not talking podgy here Im talking faaaat!

Obese is a better word.

What's with that?

Is it that hard to not eat a multi-pack of crisps every day?

I get that there are genuine medical problems that can lead to obesity(?are there?)

Eating yourself disabled is just weird, driving round on a mobility scooter because you are too fat to walk, er, if you're that fat try doing some walking and you might lose some weight!?

As piggy eyes peak out with excitement from the folds of a greasy face, and straining jossling jaws prepare to gobble up the next mouthful of slop, I have to leave, I just can't eat when there's obese people monching away next to me.

It puts me off my food.

So far no-one has noticed how many gormless morons are roaming unchecked around you local town.
They shuffle along, heads lolling freely on neckless shoulders.
Drool hangs from lower lips, slowly seeping into the hours old fag end that has become melded to their nicotine stained maws.
Crumbs from the last double cheeseburger adorn their piss soaked clothes and they talk in neanderthal grunts that cannot be recognised as any known language.

See how many you can spot today??!

I was very upset to hear of the death of Arthur C Clarke yesterday. A true original thinker and someone who has helped open my mind to many things about life, time, space, and the future to name just a few. His books are excellent 'real' science fiction and he prided himself on using only real scientific concepts and theories in his works about space and space travel.
Notable works include 'Childhoods End' which is my own favourite novel of his(and aswell as his book 'The Sentinel' became alot of the basis for his screenplay for 2001: A Space Odyssey) as well as 'The Songs Of Distant Earth', he wrote myriad other novels and short stories that can be found in many anthologies and as stand alone editions.
In my opinion in the field of Sci-fi writing he is only surpassed by Isaac Asimov with whom he was a life long friend and competitor.
So if you haven't read any Arthur C Clarke yet go out and get some...and get some Asimov while you're at it!

Like everyone else this morning I was reading the Metro and the protests in China and Tibet caught my eye.

Although i don't know alot about the situation and the History I found the idea of Buddhist Monks burning shops and cars rather amusing.

This is gonna get complicated...

About 3 months ago a new arrival moved into my house with me and my two flatmates. She went by the name of Circe and was a big Mexican bitch who to my astonishment and surprise had two years previously married my Flat mate Tom when they met at uni.

Now, this horrible disgusting humungulous lady already has a child by a previous relationship who was living in America with her equally humungulous but increasingly ugly mother. Just to put this in perspective Tom is 23 years old, he married this crazy woman when he was 21 and has been with her ever since. Last week me and the monster had a massive argument, mainly about the fact that although she didn't work she refused to do any housework while everyone else was out earning a crust. And instead she preferred to sit on her fat arse shoving pizzas down her cake hole and leaving the rubbish for her pussy-whipped husband to pick up.

So anyway, I finally cracked and told her where she could really stuff that triple cheese extra mayonnaise pizza and now she's retreated back across the atlantic to the monster creator. Amid much jubilation on the part of myself and the umarried flatmate, Tom was rather upset.
Now this lady caused him nothing but stress the entire three months she was here. He would walk through the door from work and immediately be berrated for being a crap husband who din't care about her etc etc.
Once she went mad at him because she was expecting a special delivery and the post man didn't arrive on time. This was taken out on Tom for about two days. She really did believe it was his fault the post man hadn't left her package!
Every day we were told by this bitch that we were losers and that we weren't good enough to be friends with Tom, despite the fact that she had previously left him for about 9 months and moved back to america because of their relationship troubles.

Anyway the bitch is gone now(in no small part to vicious arguments myself and her had been having) but Tom still seems infatuated with her. Despite the fact she was nothing but an extremely nasty and vicious person to all of us. I can't describe how pleasurable it was to watch her shouting at me, getting angrier and angrier, and just to laugh in her face and see her get even more angry! That might sound a bit cruel but I don't care she was a poisonous bitter old maid who had nothing good to say about anyone.

What i'm getting round to after that rather long winded build up, is what does he see in this bitter and spiteful woman?

Do some people get pleasure out of being in an abusive relationship? because that is surely what it was.

Also she is the epitome of ugliness. I have nothing against large women I think the female body is beautiful in all forms...except for hers. She is built like a Rugby player, her back is wider than the fucking front door and she has a face literally like a bulldogs, no I'm not exaggerating. Tom is not exactly wildy attractive himself, but it is a bit of a case of 'Jack Spratt would eat no fat and his wife would ear no lean...'

I don't know I just find myself constantly puzzled about their relationship and what on earth they could each be getting out of it?

My job is so boring I spend about two hours a day playing minesweeper on Windows. I dunno why but I find this game highly addictive. I hate solitaire though. A better version of that in a similar vein would be mahjong which i play if I can but the work internet blocks streaming games most of the day. The fucking bastards making me work like they pay me for it or something!

Is it worth it???
After seeing the news of yet more deaths in Israel and Palestine I find myself asking the question are human beings inherently evil. Palestinians are murderers. Israelis are murderers. What disgusting people they are. I've always thought one of the defining characteristics of being human is the capability to do extreme good or extreme bad. It would seem to me that this is true but that the bad far out ways the good. I know there is no such thing as a black and white definition of an evil person or a good person but i feel sick to the stomach that people can condone this sort of thing. People sit at home in Britain and other parts of the world supporting these Palestinian suicide bombers or these Israeli death squads saying that its justified in the name of their God. How DARE they! These mongrel bastards are ignorant idiotic backwards cunts, I don't care who started it or who is in the right or wrong, as soon as they start killing innocent people they are the scum of the Earth. If there is a God in heaven it is crying right now because mankind truly has fallen.
If I had my way I would wipe mankind of the face of the planet and be happy to do it. Human beings bring nothing but death and destruction. Humans evolved because we were innovators and began to use tools. But I bet the first tool a human ever used was a rock as weapon to bash some ones brain out.
I just can't believe the hypocrisy of these so called religious bastards, did jesus not say turn the other cheek, so when the muslim killers knocked down the twin towers christian america did not forgive them like jesus would have but set out on a campaign of death like Pontius Pilate = christian killers. Imagine the president had gone on TV and said as a christian who loves and believes in jesus we forgive the terrorists who committed these acts...now that would have given the world pause for thought don't you think, well i do, i at least think it would have helped prevent home grown terrorism in america at least.
Can these idiots not see the blatant contradiction between their own scriptures and their own actions!! Fucking Idiots.
Rant over!

I'll be heading down to London on friday the 14th and have a day and a half to kill before i meet my friend who I'll be staying with for a while.
I was hoping some of you Landaners mught have a few suggestions as to what i can do to kill the time. And yes i've been to all the bloody museums etcetera and i'm hoping someone can put me onto something that is worth seeing/doing that might not necessarily be on the tourists' schedules?
Any Ideas???

Soon be home,
You'll soon be home,
Under soil,
And hearth,
A friend to the worms of earth,
All dressed up,
And coloured in,
Until we say hello again,
Goodbye,
Our friend you will be missed,
And your name added to oblivions list.