Tuesday, February 12, 2008

145. Anarchy

Time for a wee bit of mayhem. Ok, maybe not a little. A lot. A heck of a lot.

Are we all ready to take up arms against our oppressors (just like how Bishop Tutu did, if U2 is to be believed). And just who are our oppresors? Heck if I know. Just that the sentence sounds fun. Taking up arms??? Woo-hoo! Sign me up!

Seriously though, those of us who've been around for a bit may have an inkling to what I'm alluding to. The way the world works is just that there will always be a sorry ass group who are being oppressed, and some really mean sonobitches doing the oppressing. And it doesn't end there either, sometimes the oppressor ends up being the oppressee when there are even meaner and bigger sonobitches around. Confused yet? Ah good. Hush now.

Anyway, think of it. We each of us have our oppressors. And we each of us oppress others to a certain extent. Our oppressor could be our bosses, our parents, our wives, our girlfriends/boyfriends, our friends, and even those little disturbing voices in your head. The word oppress

K, admittedly it's not exactly the right time of the year to think about revolution or razing the streets of KL, pillaging the pillars and towers of high society and dragging them pretentious bastards on the streets...all the while shouting Die fools die!!!!!!!!!!!!!! from the top of our lungs.

The conclusion of this mindless rant? Fuck if I know. But boy, it sure was fun!

Monday, February 11, 2008

144. A Steaming Pile of Shit

After witnessing the glorious capitulation of the supposedly bigger team in the Manchester derby, the other big game of the evening proved to be as exciting as watching a steaming pile of fresh dog shit dry up and harden under the afternoon sun. Naw, scrap that, that's being disrespectful to the shit and those those millions of you dog shit drying watchers out there...it was more like watching a live telecast of your nostril hair growing longer, in slow motion.

Chelsea v Liverpool...supposedly "The Best of the English Premier League"...which of course is the Best League in the Known Universe™. Yes of course it is, that's why England's won the World Cup three hundred times and is the Beacon of Hope for All Mankind, lo and behold its great messiahs, Steven "I Am Lord Of All The Known Universe Because The English Media Keep Telling Me So Even Though I'm Really An Average And Overrated Muppet Who Can't Pass Or Dribble" Gerrard and Frank "I'm Not Fat" Lampard...listen to the sage teachings of its prophets, Andy "YOU BEAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTYY" Gray and Richard "Damn Those Foreign Infidels" Keys...

And this they want to bring to the rest of the world, God help us all.

Friday, February 08, 2008

143. All Quiet

It's gone all quiet...those darn voices in my head...spooky, like a ghost town...drats...

Anyway, for what it's worth, happy hols all...