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Wobbling through life... as you do.

Get pissed, have a laugh, sod the clique.

The Soviet look
Aww I miss livejournal. Sad that it's been superceded by the kapitolist piggies of Facebuk and Twitter - now nobody does in depth things or reads them anymore... but maybe... hmm... if I thought people would read my gibberings... maybe I could start doing proper blogging again; I wouldn't do it on this platform though as I don't think it can feed my desire for attention ;-) though of course I'd be happy to copy-paste it to this blog for my homies :-D

Anyway, I do still write but I now have the awful feeling that I'm going to be embarrased by my ramblings. What happens when you get older I suppose. But is it really a sign of maturity to realise that you have nothing to say that anyone wants to hear, or is this just an excuse to be lazy? Fairly sure I got a ton of decent "content" in my private diary but it's a bit of a hassle to access it. Same goes for my fiction. Is it worth the bother? I guess what I'm really saying is... Is there anybody out there?

As a twat, my sympathies are with the terrorists
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(Note to humourless spooks and various fanatics inevitably reading this. This is a work of sardonic irony. Please refer to dictionary definitions of the words "Irony" and "sardonic" before and after reading.)

GUEST POST by Ronald Sole, Twat and commentator.

As a twat, my sympathies are with the terrorists

The latest outrage has us all concerned with the upsurge in violence in our society. Let me be clear, there is no excuse for terrorism. The orphanage they set on fire before dousing the survivors in acid was a totally inappropriate target for their anger, and the kittens they threw into a wood-chipping machine in no way deserved their horrible fate. And who can forget the innocent inhabitants of the old folks home who were set upon with machetes and swords after said building was blown to smithereens? Not to mention the hospital that was blown to pieces with high explosives.

That being said, my personal take on the above is that as a twat, my sympathies are with the terrorists.

It is culturally and contexually important to point out the historic wrongs that have been done to berserk murderers and those who approach innocents wielding deadly weapons with intent. Many have died at the hands of armed police or are currently serving indefinite terms of detention in the prison system, while the stress of being an armed, crazed murderer has caused an even larger percentage to take their own lives.


Sure, it's easy to blame the men with guns, bombs, sharp objects and ponderously large yet menacing steamrollers poised to slowly crush innocents to death. But we must not shy away from analysing the root cause of terrorism, which in this case is simply that the various children, old folks, fluffy animals and hospital patients were behaving in a deeply provocative and culturally insensetive way, and of course the Western military action that followed the last atrocity has only created yet more violence.

That neither the people targeted nor the attackers were citizens of either belligerent in that conflict is irrelevant. That other mass murders have occurred around the world, both with and without apparent motive, between people of various religions, and in entirely secular contexts, is also not relevant. We can only end this cycle of violence in one way: By capitulating unconditionally to violence whereever it rears its ugly head.

Frankly, we must ask these so-called terrorists, gun-men, mad bombers, spree killers, and so forth what they really want - and then furnish them with whatever they demand. This is the only way that we can correct the terrible harm that has been done to the insane murdering bastard community. While the twat, wanker, and bell-end community has nothing to do with insane murdering bastards and we decry their actions as being nothing to do with Twatism, our every whim should be pandered to without question as well, just in case.

Any other course of action would prove that we have not learned the lesson of this terrible misunderstanding that has arisen, and will inevitably lead to more attacks.


Pac-man - a timeless morality play.
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Pac-man was not the first non-shooting video game (that accolade goes to Pong, as all true aficionados of the genre know). It is, however, the first video game with a philosophy and a moral.

When you play Pac-Man, you eat small, digital dots and are persecuted by four ghosts - Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde. Why do the ghosts chase you, though? They do not chase one another.

The chase you because you're different to them... You're a Pac-Man - the only Pac-Man. And they are all ghosts, picking on the different one. And that's not all. If you notice the way the game plays, the ghosts do not chase you independantly. They actually gang up on you, and corner you in the maze, like school bullies cornering an unpopular child.

Pac-Man, however, can turn the tables on these evil fascist zombies - he can take a Power Pill and eat them all up. And upon taking the Power Pill, there are two ways one can approach the effects: One can use them as an opportunity to consume dots without being hassled by the ghosts - who become frightened and run away from you - or you can seek revenge, and actually chase them down and eat them, upon which you are awarded a few hundred points, more points for the more ghosts you eat up.

But there's a twist. If you chase the ghosts for too long, the begin to flash. If you continue to chase them, they turn back into ghosts - and if you catch a flashing ghost at just the wrong moment, it destroys you and ends one of your lives. And when you do catch the ghosts, what happens to them? They turn into disembodied eyes which fly back to their base and are reincarnated - as non-frightened, very angry ghosts who go right back to chasing and killing you. The hunted becomes the hunter once more. And your own lust for vengance has only sped up the process, and made things worse. Just like in [insert troubled nation here].

And that's the truth about Pac-Man - it is a moral game which demonstrates the evils of prejudice and the futility of revenge.

And also the evils of drugs. Seriously, Pac-Man, you've got a problem.

EDIT: For an alternative explanation, which even has it's own t-shirt...


It's not just a scam... it's an M&S scam!
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If Marks and Spencers or Harrods or any other top department store made a scam, it would be virtual currency. It has no intrinsic or traditional value, is backed by no government and creating units of it actually destroys value (in the form of computer time and electricity)

It's inconvenient to the user as it takes hours on end to get started - and the "exchange rate" with real money fluctuates violently as the only way it can appreciate in "value" is when used by speculators to create a financial bubble, making it completely useless to buy and sell things - for instance the "value" of Litecoin a few months ago was 16 cents. Today I am informed it is $25. Also I read that it takes several minutes for transactions to be processed and of course, there's always the Prisoners' Dillemma, which Paypal solves by guaranteeing some transactions and forcing you to use your real ID, so that fraudsters can be traced.

That said, it probably has a little way to go before it collapses completely. So probably it is still possible get rich quick - but not for long.

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So Pride was interesting. For years, I have been foiled by events ranging from rain to capitalists to opportunistic xenophobes - and it's finally my time to shine. So why was it so underwhelming?

On the one hand I can totally see the point and it's a really really good and positive thing, on the other hand, apart from sleeping with members of the same sex, I just plain didn't have that much in common with most of the people there - it was a bit like marching with all the other tall guys in town, or all the people who have brown hair.

Of course, no-one ever got persecuted or murdered on account of hair colour, but I did feel like a bit of an exhibitionist at times. I had this very bad home made cardboard sign that said "BI PRIDE" and I thought "What am I, bragging?" On reflection though, I suppose Pride is about being out of the closet, and I was there for all the people who are in the closet right now. And that's a good and worthwhile thing to do.

I got stuck behind the militant activist bloc as well which really irritated me, as all I wanted to do was have a laugh and hang out and maybe meet men, and all they wanted to do was rant and rave about Russia and unfair immigration laws and stuff. Which is totally what it's all about of course - they just seemed like people who could never, ever relax and taste the ice cream, enjoy the fact that we were mainstream now and have won the argument. I suppose that's a good thing, eternal vigilance being the price of freedom and all that - but I don't see anyone being upset about how massively commercialized the whole thing has become -to the point where one year, they actually charged admission!

There's also this really annoying assumption in the gay culture that you have to look and behave in a certain camp way, which I personally find really offensive and annoying.

You might not know this, but to be gay, it isn't enough to be sexually attracted to members of the same gender. You also have to have an outgoing personality, have to be sexually aggressive (T-shirt of the day: "Some men have cunts. Get over it!"), you have to be either very effeminate or very masculine, and you absolutely must cling to poor taste in clothes and music. And that person just isn't me, that is a completely fake demographic dreamed up by homophobes and ad-men, and it irritates me to see people play up to that stereotype. And of course, if you don't behave like this, you are a Bad Gay, as that is called being Straight Acting and it is BAD. Not that the above stereotypical laffs ever put anybody off coming out or anything. Oh no.

FFS, it doesn't even work as a way of recognizing other gay people; for a while now it's been trendy for a lot of straights to act gay (for some reason), which makes things quite awkward if you don't really get on with the gay scene as my gaydar is now irretrievably busted forever. Which is why I've started going to events like PRIDE. I just never felt the need when the gay scene wasn't so crappy - in the 90s and noughties, every weekend was Pride as far as I was concerned.

Highlight of the day: Popped in to the marquee tent to visit a straight friend who was doing the Green Party stall (the Bi Visibles didn't have a stall - just not quite visible enough, I guess) and noticed a Liberal Democrat sign placed just below eye level. Ah, I thought, the Shame parade, for people who are ashamed of their political orientation. It looked abandoned apart from one lone, very sad looking Liberal Democrat staffing the stall, which was politely, yet utterly snubbed by everyone present. People just walked right past it. Warmed the cockles of my heart, that did.

If only my stupid camera had worked....
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I would now have the BEST YOUTUBE VIDEO EVER. Stupid default settings!

Chased around like Tom And Jerry
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I have just been chased around the block by a naked, crazy man after making a perfectly reasonably request to turn down the noise at 1.30AM.

I don't know which one of us should feel more humiliated. (I think him, mainly because he had a TINY cock.)

This really is turning into the shittest year ever.

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If you thought Dredd was bad-assed, you'll love JUDGE MINTY and his adventures in the Cursed Earth. I AM THE LAW, FUCKHEADS! 20 years, Iso-cubes!

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Noisetwat FTW!
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On top of my life turning into an episode of For Fuck's Sake, What The Hell Is Wrong With You People?!?!?, the neighbours are in "noisetwat" mode and the council's Noise Pollution arsewits are being especially obstructive and bureaucratic. If you want to have an extremely loud party in Bristol, go ahead as there's fuck all anyone can be arsed to do about it - you have to phone up a control room, wait for the recorded message bullshit to finish (45 seconds or so) and then wait up to several minutes for them to pick up - while you're *already* in the system and therefore already paying through the nose just to hear a phone ringing off the hook.

But you don't get to make a complaint or speak to someone when they finally answer - they have to log your call and phone you back. This can take several hours, and in the past has taken until the following day. And then when they do eventually talk to you they do everything possible to give you the brush-off - and if after ringing off you realise that you do in fact have a letter and Form 51-Xb-5 from them and try to call them back... that's right, you have to go through the whole miserable process again. Complain and they simply cut you off.

So if you have a noise complaint, take some Valium and shut up. You won't get help, they'll fuck you off, and it will be worse than if you didn't bother calling them at all.

Cold as charity...
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A lot of people give to charity at around this time of year, so I just thought I'd make a post saying DON'T. (it started as a snarky reply to a snarky comment, but I figure I'm better than that...)

Personally I'd be wary of giving to any charity. A lot of them are downright frauds and the whole sector is riddled with dodgy practices such as workfare, exploitation of volunteers, chugging and driving out high street competitors (Oxfam in particular is notorious for this and many independent retailers have been driven to the wall by unscrupulous "charity" shops).

Also, it turns out that some of these guys get more than half their money from the government and are often paid to soften us up for their policy ideas, in other words lobbying the public for the government and not the other way around.

One charity in particular - Alcohol Concern - really is little more than a lobbying arm of the Department of Health. Calling itsself "the national agency on alcohol misuse", it at one point got about 58% of its income from the DoH, though apparently this had finally been cut as of 2011.

Don't get me wrong, there probably should be a government subdepartment that deals with the alcohol problem, but it's a bit dishonest to claim it is an independant organisation when it's so heavily state funded. According to this Graun article the voluntary sector gets about 37% of its income from the State.

And then of course there's all the rather nasty little outfits that exploit the poor, little more than modern day workhouses that get paid through the nose for making serfs out of the unemployed, who have better things to do than be dragooned into working in a charity shop or doing hard labour in the countryside (like look for work, for instance).

The facts are in - charity doesn't help cut poverty, it helps people feel good about giving to charity. Don't waste your time on it. If you want to help the poor, give cash to street people or work on a soup run (the government hates soup runs because they make 'em look bad and hand out food to the homeless gratis) or get involved in politics and make sure this shower of Big Society scumbags never get elected to any post above the level of dog-catcher, ever again.