Twenty years ago I was sat down watching the box and saw what a bunch of mad people did. Whether it was a bunch militant Arabs, or psychopathic elites and their lackies it does not matter. What we ought remember is, those who died, how the state of the world has changed since then. Finally what human beings are capable of, when their ego’s get out of hand and they are given too much power and money.
Other news now. The weather has been quite pleasant these last days and I have compelled myself to a whole lot of things. Mostly gardening, a large amount of gardening. Having got a whole load of stuff done outside, it is now time to do a whole lot of stuff inside. This inside stuff includes writing blogs, preparing fruit for turning into wine and making my excuses to the job centre. I long for the day, when I no longer have to claim govt. support and relish telling them to f*ck off. Not that that is ever going to happen, its easier to be polite when ending a relationship. You never know if you might need that some ones help again. Talking about Job centres, I am thinking of applying for a different realm of work, I like gardening, but would I want to be a gardener. I use it to deal with my life stresses, ideal perhaps, but would I want to garden my own garden? Imagine how chefs feel after a long days work in a kitchen. Going home and cooking yet more food in their own kitchen. Or do they get a kebab on the way home instead. I used to cook for a living and did so on a regular basis, eating the stuff I cooked at work, got a little tiresome after the first week. So kebabs ruled.
Funerals are probably best left alone, as are shops and supermarkets. If I find myself involved with retail again I may well kill myself. (After doing a lot of other people first) I abhor violence and would not want anyone to have to clean up after losing it. I love nature and animals, though the pig farm is not the sort of place I would want to involve myself with. Nor the egg company, they are too much like Auschwitz for animals, in fact the only difference between these places is the commodity involved. I cannot think of a more foul species on this beautiful planet we share. I dislike slugs with a passion, especially when I step on them in bare feet. Spiders, once my most feared and hated ‘opponent’ is now a favoured friend. Rats, Mice Cockroaches and other beastly things… Only ants are so violent and destructive towards members of their own species.