Which would in fact be the best way to bend over, spread our buttocks and say "please, butt-fuck me some more, and don't use any lube this time!".
No need to be so crude about it ;-)
What the hell. MI5 already have my details. They had them a looong time ago.
It's going to get bloody, whether we like it or not.
There is a reason why they have been engineering society in this direction,
for so long. The propaganda, the weaponry, the paid thugs.
Most of us realise that most of us are good decent loving giving caring
people. And those of the most of us realise that it doesn't matter about
the 'most' of us. It only takes a coupla cunts coming together to piss
in the toybox.
Well tough tittie. It's here. It's now. You didn't choose to be part of this
history, no more or less than those in the French Revolution.
What good that one did is debatable as well. It doesn't matter. It will
be messy this time as well, but it will solve nothing, bring no long term
gains. That is why I don't believe in violence. It brings nothing in the end.
But in the end it is inevitable.
But I am the last person you should listen to. I am an avowed nihilist.
But only because I see not alternative mind you.
Shit, I wish we could all just get along.
But we can't.
You know what is going to happen eventually don't you?
I envy my Uncle Jo Walters traipsing happily off to WW1 to fight the
Gerry. Never to return at the age of 19. I often wonder how he met
his end. Was it quick? Was it painful? Did the fear really get to sink in?
Or was it fast, like a drunk falling down the stairs and bashing his head?
Goodnight Vienna. Anyhow. He knew who the enemy was. Hell they even
had the funny accents and uniforms to match. He KNEW what needed to
be done. He had little choice in his time. To be a man. To hold his head
up high. One thing I know is, that he WAS scared. I would have been too.
And so would you. Still, he did the RIGHT thing. I want to do the right thing.
But society has been so fragmented that most people don't know who
the enemy is any more. They don't have funny accents...
The reason I gabble on about this is this:
There is a war on every day.
We know what is happening.
But the big strong MEN that would have once defended us have all
gone AWOL. Playing cops and robbers, getting to wear a uniform, getting
to play with a REAL gun.
These are the men that should be fighting our war for us. But they have
lost their minds. I know they are real people. I have a few mates that are
in the PARA's. Yep, fierce fighting men. I love them as brothers and wish
no harm on them. I hope to fuck they don't come home in a separate box
to the one their legs are contained in.
As for the police. Well, you only had to read their blogs over the holborn
Scumoween rave to see how pissed off they were. It is on record that
they wanted to break bones and skulls and teach those 'hippies' a lesson.
They feel let down by their masters in not having carte blanche to do
as they see fit. I saw quite a bit of spite on those blogs that shocked me.
Remember WE are watching YOU! Too.
Again. They have lost touch with reality.
Reality is that that does not disappear when you stop closing your eyes.
The reality is that the people want to congregate. They want to dance.
They want to get loaded and have a good time!
We have done this for thousands of years. But now they think that it is
a good time for us to stop? I don't think so.
The mates that I know in the SAS (Sonic Assault System) would be
parachuting into A'stan not with SA80s but with Fender Stratocasters.
I wanted to join the army when I was a child. I couldn't wait to sign up.
But then I grew up. I couldn't believe in it. I was fucked if i was going
to be a 'legitimate target'. And fight the rich man's war instead of the
'average' man's war. I'm getting old now. Never was a fighter. I tried,
but I kept getting beat up. I would have loved to settle an argument
with my fists, but i couldn't so words had to suffice. Maybe no great loss.
My family fought and sometimes died for my (and your) right to set up
a sound system and listen to some 'repetitive beats'. Not for us to be
told by some jack-booted prick 'No, you can't do that, and I'm going to
smash your skull to prove it'. I don't give a FUCK what you 'think'.
I don't give a fuck how tall you are. I don't give a fuck what 'laws' you
have on your side. I will teach you reality. And if you are lucky, all it will
be is a headache in the morning....
It is called Asymmetric warfare. They know all about it. But have no
defense against it. I led a pack of Wombles once. I was hunted down
like a dog. I sniffed out the 'pigs' in the crowd. They had to give their
game away to get me. And they had dreadlocks and tattoos etc...
True to form they didn't know I was coming, But when I led that charge
from the front, they followed (well it was kinda the direction they were
going in anyway ;-).... I couldn't beat the helicopters, the dogs...
that is another story for another day. Point is, you just don't know
who is gonna materialise out of where, and what they are going to have
in their bag o' tricks. I was clean. Always was, always will be.
But fuck you should have seen their faces....
I didn't make my point and the ones I tried to make are vague and half-
arsed. Tear them to shreds. Like the millions before. And the millions after
to come...
Seeing as i have rambled for so long, indulge me a little further:
A Song in Storm
Be well assured that on our side
The abiding oceans fight,
Though headlong wind and heaping tide
Make us their sport to-night.
By force of weather, not of war,
In jeopardy we steer.
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it shall appear
How in all time of our distress,
And our deliverance too,
The game is more than the player of the game,
And the ship is more than the crew!
Out of the mist into the mirk
The glimmering combers roll.
Almost these mindless waters work
As though they had a soul --
Almost as though they leagued to whelm
Our flag beneath their green:
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it shall be seen, etc.
Be well assured, though wave and wind
Have mightier blows in store,
That we who keep the watch assigned
Must stand to it the more;
And as our streaming bows rebuke
Each billow's baulked career,
Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it is made clear, etc.
No matter though our decks be swept
And mast and timber crack --
We can make good all loss except
The loss of turning back.
So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep
Let courteous trumpets sound,
To welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it will be found, etc.
Be well assured, though in our power
Is nothing left to give
But chance and place to meet the hour,
And leave to strive to live.
Till these dissolve our Order holds,
Our Service binds us here.
Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
Whereby it is made clear
How in all time of our distress,
As in our triumph too,
The game is more than the player of the game
And the ship is more than the crew!