A Resurrection?

To my family and the people that I interact with on a daily basis I must seem rather private, I tend not to share what I have done on my weekends and evenings, they usually assume I sit in my bedroom wanking or spend most of my time playing WoW. I don’t mind keeping up this pretence, it makes life easier and I don’t have to explain myself. I don’t have a girlfriend, I have a cat, I’m the epitome of a saddo! Something I find very easy to live with.

I’m not going to share with you how I entertain myself nowadays, but those who do know, know. Social media has become an exceptionally important part of my life, I think it always has been. Since AOL introduced their chat function I have embraced the technology and I have fallen in love more than once, but history records that people like me never find happiness because I’m a square looking for a circle and those circles are looking for stars.

However, I once used to write a blog that was reasonably popular back in the day. It mainly consisted of me baiting trolls, but it also contained some anecdotes from my mostly varied and amazing life. Sadly, over the years the majority of these writings have died with the various demises of the blog-hosting sites that they were written on, so even though some of you may have read a few of these tales, the majority have not. I think we are ripe for a retelling because the old readership has moved onto greater things and of course I’m self-hosting which gives me all of the control I always wished I had. Which also means you cunts are mostly unaware of the joy ahead of you.

If you think this might be of interest, please let me know in the comments on this blog, not on Fb or Twitter, it doesn’t work that way.

Not So Great Britain

I’m angry! I’m really fucking angry!

Why? I hear you ask. Well let me enlighten you.

Back in the times of the great but overlooked Clement Atlee, Great Britain, we were still great back then, managed to rebuild the country after WWII, created the NHS, achieved full employment, built homes and schools, employed teachers, ended the exploitation of workers by introducing a fair wage and employment conditions, introduced child benefit, invalidity benefit, social security, sick pay and maternity pay. Truly building a nation ready to be great and a society that is caring and fair.

Earlier I was watching Children in Need on the televisual box asking us to donate our hard earned cash to help child carers, to help children who can’t get the drugs they need for an ailment, to feed children in Britain because their parents can’t afford food! All the things that the state should be providing for by our hard earned taxes rather than funding India’s space missions and wars in countries none of us give a fuck about!

Today we see that cunt Cameron and his cronies vilifying the needy, turning the minds of usually level headed voters against what they know is right because someone who has never needed a handout in their life knows full well how hard it is to live on £60 a week! From bedroom taxes and dole penalties to making pensioners pay for their own care if they own their own houses, running down the NHS because their friends own private healthcare companies, making cancer sufferers guilty of malingering, turning the populace against simple human decency just so they can get their cunting selves and their friends richer.

This has to stop.

Pentatonix – Daft Punk

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