Monday, July 17, 2006

Give Peace a chance....and make Love not war

A sad start to get things off the chest so to speak.

My mate N lost his Mum last week and a sad thing to happen to anyone at any time. Alas his mum was poorly and we excused ourselves and this is in no way a reflection immediately but rather generically, that her time was up...she had suffered long enough that quality of life was not there at all. She will be missed by all her family and friends.

I kept that brief as enough is said and nothing can undo what has happened.

In the meantime we have to endure the dramatic escalation of conflict in Israel and Lebanon. As if there isn't enough shit in this world.

I'm probably like a lot of people these days and wonder what the fuck is happening in this world and moreso why are they fighting? I know some of the history of the state of Israel but you have to wonder after all these years, and indeed for how many more in the future will this go on.
There seems a lot of sedition to keep the conflict alive for generations to come, heaven forbid if there is anyone left to murder. Maybe the cynic is it has become a mass industry, get them to drop the babies into kindy training schools and learn how to blow up another human rather than find peace in your own world, within yourself as a member of this planet, and achieve something positive for yourself.

Speaking of shit happening, and in relatively minor terms, A has dumped me with "lets be friends first" shit, and as for JA, well?? I think my snoring loud enough to wake the Grateful Dead, let alone throwing up in her clean pristine white loo has accounted for the lack of communication on both sides. Put it this way - I'm not holding my breathe in any way. In fact it was inevitable. As for any chance with SPM in the uk, forget it. She's on the line of looking out for herself and using a guy to the max without getting her head out of her arse to see others for reality and meaningful humans.

That gets me onto the dating shit again and there is never enough sprouted about the shit and dribble women come out with. The audacity to even present themselves to the hunting party, a lot of them haven't done any worhtwhile justification to rectify their poor excuse for oxygen thiefs. Come on - why is it the fugly ugly ones can't get it....simple ! they're fugly ugly.....get some batteries girls.

That leads me to another issue, quality. Today's modern medicines have some very satisfying benefits pity some of it to women, but the ones I'm more aluding to are for us blokes. Why is it we have to satisfy them and they don't give a fuck about us anyway. They just lie there and do fuck all and expect you to have a jolly good time and when you're finished having your way life goes on, she'll get back to thos dishes she's been thinking about for the last hour. Oh and don't you dare consider any activities when she's not the least interested. Funny us blokes have to buy them presents to distract them from pondering the life of linen, now is 4 set of sheets enough or should I get another set just in case.

Furthermore they have no inclination or reason to be a part of someone else's life. I'm sure even for a lesbian they are only checking out the chicks wardrobe and makeup.

Well back to work....enough griping from me, perhaps you'd like to add some of your own examples of womanhoods failure to the human race and poor excuses for oxygen thieves, be a pleasure if you leave a comment.


Riker out....

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