Ok, ok whats going on here? nothing? exactly!
Right, well there has been a bit of a lack of activity here over the last...well quite a long time, so i'm going to get the ball rolling again, I will have the internet properly soon, so I can start blogging fully again, but until then, I shall leave you with a classic train of thought, don't know whats coming next blog. Hold on.
Ok, where have I been? that would take longer to explain than I have time for now, but I will explain all on my own blog in due course:soon.
But to cut a long story short, I have moved house, workplace and job title. I now work somewhere with no access to the net, and thus blogging or anything of a webby nature is difficult. So the answer is thus, I must get the internet at home. To do this I was going to go through sky. To get the internet from sky you need to first get sky tv, which is the hard part. This is done. Now I just need to call sky up and arrange the internet to be installed, however they do that, which takes anything up to 2 weeks. So within the next month(i promise, service will(belatedly) be resumed.
So.
Ranting is an art form, one which will never go out of style, because the source material will never dry up.
We will never get tired of being angry, because it is a part of us, and a vital part. Without anger there is no will to challenge, to change, to improve. You may not do it yourself, or maybe you will, but whatever, if we were all happy with everything there would be no need to change.
Imagine that. A world where everything stayed the same. There was no progress. That would be pretty boring wouldn't it?
But it won't happed. Why? Because there will always be politicians and we will always be mad at them. They make decisions we would not, they raise taxes, and then with the taxes they do things such as putting new schemes into place that won't work. They buy things that never seem to work, and then they forget to build enough jails to house all the criminals. Most of which were arrested for drug use, or for things which don't really affect you and me. Maybe they are better off in there. But maybe that space would be better taken up with paedophiles, who roam free, ofter offending again. If they are in jail, they are in special units so they don't get beaten up by other inmates. There is a reason the other inmates want to kill them. It doesn't matter how many drugs you have ingested, making the lives of innocent children a misery, leaving them living a life always overshadowed by the incident. That is much, much worse, and I say let them get roughed up a bit. Maybe it will be more of a detterrent than a nice holiday, because that is what jail is for those who have commited the biggest sins. Killers, rapists and the like, are treated like royalty. They get tv, games consoles, better food than most of us. They live a better life inside than some of them did outside. Maybe homeless people should take note. Kill someone, it'll solve all your problems. But if you are going to, do us all a favour, kill a paedophile.
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Ok, that was a rant off the top of my head. This is some nonsense
I was walking into a tree today, when I was distracted by a cock. It came along, and started to talk to me. It was the oddest bird I had ever seen. It also had the best mullet ever, and was pleased when I told it so. It also told me about how it was against the church. Why would a cock be against the church you say? Well the church stands for god, and god gave him a name that provokes ridicule. His friends laugh at him, his enemies laugh at him, and humans think his name is so stupid they shoot him in the face and eat him for lunch. Not him of course, he is still alive, but all the other cocks. It is something that some people don't understand. No matter how far the human race evolves, man has always loved a bit of cock
That was odd, to say the least but it came with an important moral...which I shall leave you to work out for yourself, but whatever, I am not gay.
But enough of this. My time is up for now, I shall bid you farewell
Until the next time
DTM
Ok, where have I been? that would take longer to explain than I have time for now, but I will explain all on my own blog in due course:soon.
But to cut a long story short, I have moved house, workplace and job title. I now work somewhere with no access to the net, and thus blogging or anything of a webby nature is difficult. So the answer is thus, I must get the internet at home. To do this I was going to go through sky. To get the internet from sky you need to first get sky tv, which is the hard part. This is done. Now I just need to call sky up and arrange the internet to be installed, however they do that, which takes anything up to 2 weeks. So within the next month(i promise, service will(belatedly) be resumed.
So.
Ranting is an art form, one which will never go out of style, because the source material will never dry up.
We will never get tired of being angry, because it is a part of us, and a vital part. Without anger there is no will to challenge, to change, to improve. You may not do it yourself, or maybe you will, but whatever, if we were all happy with everything there would be no need to change.
Imagine that. A world where everything stayed the same. There was no progress. That would be pretty boring wouldn't it?
But it won't happed. Why? Because there will always be politicians and we will always be mad at them. They make decisions we would not, they raise taxes, and then with the taxes they do things such as putting new schemes into place that won't work. They buy things that never seem to work, and then they forget to build enough jails to house all the criminals. Most of which were arrested for drug use, or for things which don't really affect you and me. Maybe they are better off in there. But maybe that space would be better taken up with paedophiles, who roam free, ofter offending again. If they are in jail, they are in special units so they don't get beaten up by other inmates. There is a reason the other inmates want to kill them. It doesn't matter how many drugs you have ingested, making the lives of innocent children a misery, leaving them living a life always overshadowed by the incident. That is much, much worse, and I say let them get roughed up a bit. Maybe it will be more of a detterrent than a nice holiday, because that is what jail is for those who have commited the biggest sins. Killers, rapists and the like, are treated like royalty. They get tv, games consoles, better food than most of us. They live a better life inside than some of them did outside. Maybe homeless people should take note. Kill someone, it'll solve all your problems. But if you are going to, do us all a favour, kill a paedophile.
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Ok, that was a rant off the top of my head. This is some nonsense
I was walking into a tree today, when I was distracted by a cock. It came along, and started to talk to me. It was the oddest bird I had ever seen. It also had the best mullet ever, and was pleased when I told it so. It also told me about how it was against the church. Why would a cock be against the church you say? Well the church stands for god, and god gave him a name that provokes ridicule. His friends laugh at him, his enemies laugh at him, and humans think his name is so stupid they shoot him in the face and eat him for lunch. Not him of course, he is still alive, but all the other cocks. It is something that some people don't understand. No matter how far the human race evolves, man has always loved a bit of cock
That was odd, to say the least but it came with an important moral...which I shall leave you to work out for yourself, but whatever, I am not gay.
But enough of this. My time is up for now, I shall bid you farewell
Until the next time
DTM
posted by Motormouth at 4:50 AM
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