KILL THEM ALL, CRUSH THE SCUM,DESTROY THEM ALL!

Autobiographical, politics and religion

The mosquito creature clearly knew its stuff, I say knew cause I hope after drinking my blood it is now a dead mosquito. No creature can go throw the experience of drinking my red stuff without some ill effects, alcohol poisoning or raging amounts of THC in its veins to say the least. The females it seems can go on for 46 days or more, whilst the males barely manage a week and die soon after mating. I bet the sod that bit me was a nasty evil bitch, I hope someone slaps the f*cker for me and gives it an itch it cannot scratch. In fact reserving all my displeasure for these creatures seems far more satisfying than muttering dark words about governments, Johnson and Sleepy Joe. At least Mozzies seem to know what they are doing. I bet they have tons of the wretched things in Afghanistan, maybe the Taliban will radicalise them to bite non believers. The trouble is of course it is only the females that bite and going by their rules that would be way out of order, can’t have the females going out and working, that breaks Sharia law.

This excerpt is taken from “A Thousand Splendid Suns” A novel by Khaled Hosseini. One wonders if extremists of the Taliban stripe would allow women to become martyrs to their foul cause or do they only accept impressionable young men who are full of zeal and stupidity and perhaps Testosterone to know any better. Maybe the lure of 72 virgins is too much for them and they want to get stuck right away. The poor ignorant gullible fools, if they fail in their task they will more than likely end up with 72 suitors in prison instead. Surely being condemned to the fiery pit in allowing themselves to not only be screwed, but in failing to blow up the infidels as well. Allah in his made up glory will cast them away from him, like dirt off the proverbial shoe. Why is it that all these people we see piling onto aircraft at Kabul aircraft all men? Piling over the women and children and leaving them to fucked, raped and murdered by the Islamist Taliban scum? twenty years of western interventionist imperialism and now a total gang fuck. How many lives lost or shattered for nothing, I hope George W and his mate Tony can see what their folly achieved. They and few other people ought to be dragged outside, help up to public ridicule and shot. Their successors can get stuffed as well. As for the Taliban and any one else who preaches hate and subjugation… Well to say anything more, would probably be considered a hate crime. Anyone who wishes to follow such a vile creed, ought have their heads examined to say the minimum and packed off to Syria or Saudi Arabia on a one way ticket to be certain.

Other news, I forgot I was due in Abingdon today, a departure from the usual date as one of us was doing stuff. Had an interview, soon as I got home. I must feed the fishes. Lulu the cat is sitting on my new book.

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Clint Eastwood as ‘dirty’ Harry Callahan, one of San Francisco’s finest

The black cat is sleeping

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When I left home this morning, Lulu my cat was asleep on the desk. Getting home about an hour later she still is, having barely moved an inch. She is lazy, black and totally adorable. The people who live to the right of me are also black, have a dreadful taste in music listening to a genre that equates to processed noise repeated, ad nauseam. I got more than a little miffed last night and gave them serious verbal for the rubbish that was blaring out, way after hours. Next time it happens I think I may go and bang on their door, making my objections known that way instead. Either that or a dead rat nailed to the door. The pigs head is too much hassle to get hold of.

My trip to the local job fair was thwarted today by discovering I did not have my keys. The security guard at the venue could not store my bike, so I came home again. I have done enough in the way of job hunting this week in any case. I can write and perhaps do the garden instead. I want to plant a vine in the greenhouse, but first I have to buy the vine and create a happy environment for it to thrive in. This I am doing now, the internet is a place to learn all sorts of new things. Though personally I prefer looking in books, they are less confusing and generally have more accurate and concise information. Plus books benefit from being read, rather like cats benefit from being stroked. Humans strangely enough can benefit from reading books and stroking a cat has been proven to reduce peoples stress levels. Cats will, if given a chance sit on a pile of books and stare at you, challenging you to move them. Books will sit there challenging you to turn off the google machine and pick them up. Mosquito bites will on the other hand, drive you to distraction. Itch their way halfway around the world and drive you up the wall. Mosquitoes are awful creatures and ought be exterminated. Mosquito genocide sounds quite a good idea, but where would it stop? Frogs and other creatures would naturally protest in their way, Malaria and Yellow Fever would no longer keep populations in check. The bug repellent industry would take a hammering, perhaps its easier to keep the little bastards, they are here for a purpose after all. Just like the Human creatures that are in fact a whole lot worse.

Thou shalt not kill, sayeth the commandment. Does that mean we must not squash annoying insects that spread illness and disease, or ought we learn to live as better humans first? If we stopped having wars, ditched religion and a couple of other things, we might finally after a lengthy delay, create a better world to live in. The slaughterhouse is simply an extension of the battlefield, both are necessary evils until such a time as that we learn to live in peace, not only with other people, but with ourselves especially. The Mozzie that got me a couple of days ago was lucky, it lived to tell the tale. The next thing that aggrieves me, may not be so lucky. Two legs or many, I may just flatten the f*cker.