At Least Thirty-Four Percent of People Have No Sense of Right and Wrong

Thirty-Four percent of people in this country ('Great' Britain) believe that women who "act flirtatiously" are partly or completely to blame if they are raped. Thirty-Four percent. Apparently this is why a lot of rape trials don't end in a conviction-because the judge or jury or both are affected by this bigoted mindset. Imagine a murderer being let of because the jury thought the victim was asking for it. That would be unthinkable, yes? So why not rape? Obviously there is a large section of the population that don't realise that there can be no excuse for this kind of crime. Idiots.
I'm steadily losing my faith in democracy. Given the evidence that is continually presented, it really does appear that most of the people in this country are idiots of one kind or another. I know that this may sound arrogant, but it isn't because I'm not an arrogant person. In fact, I have no flaws whatsoever. Which is why I SHOULD BE IN CHARGE. Dammit. I'm working on my manifesto, which will, God willing, be published in full on this website where at least it can be guaranteed an educated and informed readership: me. And possibly James. Who is James? None of your damn business.

Flu News

Interesting news about bird flu which hasn't really been reported in the press, which is having far too much fun trying to scare the living piss out of everyone: those guys who recreated the 1918 spanish flu discovered that it had no similarities to the HN51 virus, or any other bird disease. Genetically, its completely different. So, thinking that perhaps this virus could have become HN51 through extensive mutations, they tested lung tissue samples of preserved birds from 1918 and found a lot of viruses that were almost genetically identical to HN51. This means that, because birds don't have much of an immune system, bird flu viruses haven't really had to mutate for almost a century and the idea that they might mutate now into a form that could spread between humans is about as likely as me becoming Pope(I thought about applying.) So, panic over, eh?
Wrong. Because now the best theory about the emergence of the last flu pandemic, that it originated in birds, has now gone out the window. The next best explanation is the celebrated "er...we don't know" theory. So, while governments around the world are putting all their resources towards fighting a centuries old, non-mutating red herring, another killer flu could just pop out of no-where and catch us with our proverbial pants down. Well, at least I'll be ready for it. I'm having my headstone done. I want the inscription to include the word 'fuck' in some capacity.

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Malaise. What can break it? Listening to Ennio Morricone western soundtracks? Apparently not. Sleep? I am familiar with the concept...
Saw a shooting star yesterday, in a clear blue sky in the evening. It was very bright. I was on my way back from the doctors with more tasty pills. Mmm.
More people turned to pate in Iraq. Surprise surprise. What else? Ian Blair wants to arm the police. It was a giveaway when he said: "99% of the police are unarmed, and I want to keep it that way." He thinks he can fool me...Anyway, remember that none of this really matters in the end, we're just one tiny planet in the midst of a vast universe. Hope that makes you feel better about being impotent.
You heard me.

Across the Universe

Did my application for uni again. So, in about a year, I'll be out of here! Back to London. Hooray. Except I...still have reasons to stay here in Hastings. I won't go into it but they're powerful reasons. Or one powerful reason. If I could be in two places at once...but no. That would be impossible. Sadness...can't sleep at night, no clouds to block out the sound of the stars burning...the universe spinning...everything tearing away from everything else forever, this is how it all ends. Sorry, been listening to Across the Universe by the Beatles. Can't quite work out if this song is happy or sad. I like songs like that.
Decided I'm going to get something published before I go, probably online. Found a few sites that print short stories. Lalala.
I really have nothing else to write here. So I'll stop.

Things that are true and things that may not be true. Anyway, who are you to say what's true and what isn't? Get off my case, dammit

Hooray, Bush's government is finally going down the pan. Been a dark few years for the old USA, two rigged elections, two thousand dead soldiers, a long list of butchered civilians and tortured prisoners, cities bombed into dust...not to mention the fact that they have no money left in the treasury and the economy is basically owned by Chinese banks. Oh, the irony. Silly sods did exactly the same thing that the USSR did before it fell to bits, spent all their money on weapons and forgot to leave any for other things. Bush will be remembered as the business world's manchurian candidate, who sold out his country for benefit of gigantic psychopathic corporate monsters. Or, more likely, he'll be remembered as the first shaved chimpanzee to ever rule a country. His life began in the Congo, swinging from tree to tree, scratching himself and so-on, when George and Barbara- being too repulsed by each other to actually procreate- decided to adopt him as their son. And so the story began. This is all true.
Here are some more hard truths; love will never save the world, there is no God, everything you ever believed in was a lie, not every cloud has a silver lining, you will never never win the lottery, the good die young, there is no such thing as a happy ending...er...pizza's taste better when they're cold...wait, wait, there's more