Giving blood is a good deed, give life so they say. Unfortunately the travelling vampire troupes don't like the taste of the cannaboids in my blood and exempt me from this morally cleansing process.
I've seen it in office canteens and college sports halls, lines and lines of white gurneys each with a pale looking civilian prone upon it. The red stuff being pumped out of 100 arms simultaneously, nutrious plasma coated in millions of little red cells, hurtling from warm vein to cold syringe into clear turning-scarlet bag, thick and slippy.
Then it lays there in blood banks, hundreds of them lay awaiting, like props for Night of The Red Bloody Terror 17, soon to swill around dissected bodies, upon operating tables, splashing on surgeons sleeves and sterile masks. Flooding bodily cavities that you will never suspect of having, rushing around inside you blood of one hundred different people mixing and flowing with yours. Maybe you'll end up runing on someone elses blood entirely, say 4pints of johns 2 of sues and 1 of bobbies.
Some Tribal people used to eat the hearts of their enemies after battles believing that the dead warriors attributes will be granted to them. What if you get a lazy guys blod. Or a paedo, god forbid a muslim radical. Or a radical Muslim Paedo! Save us mommy.
I don't know if muslims give blood but the BNP better look out for that one, do you think they know that there hardest racist warriors of the white mans cause are getting their open wounds washed out with an Asian mans blood. They would cry to think of all those lives saved by African blood. Do you think they ask what colour the arm it came form was before they have that life saving operation?