bedlam updates

Yesterday my number 1 activist buddy Sam Castro delivered 14 gigantic minutes of story about where we are at, where we need to be and what our enemies will do to us if we don't start acting like we are at war.

The 2014 Australian Federal Budget has quite rightly been met with howls of despair: People with mental illnesses will kill themselves. Old people will be fast tracked to the scrap heap. So they’re deaded too. I don’t even know what’s going to happen to the young unemployed but it looks like a fate worse than death. Limbo? Purgatory? What is it with Christian politicians and punishing sinners, I mean, the poor?  Anyone whose life sucks now is going to experience industrial scale suckage. The tractor beam of suck lowering it’s hate orifice over the nation right now is going to vacuum up joy and shit it back as depression. Well done, normal people, you were reasonable, you didn’t go down to their level and they quickly took over. That’s showing them!  At least this is only going to affect people we usually cross the road to avoid. I don’t know about you guys, but my ability to pretend I can’t see a disabled person is like ninja assassin invisibility. I’m a thing of beauty as I

This is a rant, take it with a grain of salt because maybe it's all ego: It’s easy to call Obama a murderer because that is what he is, but if that’s true, what are you? Do you vote? Do you not vote? Either way, whether you are part of the system or delusionally committed to being outside the system, you are part of the problem, because there is no outside to this system. Are you a person? A human? Cool, you’re involved. It might feel good to imagine you would never kill a man or sign off on a drone attack, but to do so is an amazing divorce from the realities of the world you live in, Mr. BringOurGirlsBack. You were born into a world you did not create and you do not get to simply opt out of your DNA, your heritage, what you are and what you will inevitably be if you do not stop talking bullshit. Please don’t be bullshit, we are inexhaustibly, exhaustingly supplied with the substance, it’s source unknowable, but the knowledge there is always more where that came from is as

The other night students interrupted the live broadcast of Q and A, a panel show moderated by one of those little boys you see on a historical water fountain, Tony Jones. The audience is permitted to ask questions of the panel and it’s all a bunch of skull-imploding bullshit with very little bearing on anything other than my fucking nerves. I stopped watching months and months ago to lower the risk of my window shattering outwards as a TV sailed into the street. This show is infuriating in it’s smug denial of any person or thing outside the world of people Tony Jones could lunch with comfortably. I don’t want to make this a Tony Jones hate fest, he’s got a job to do and that is to act as a gate keeper of democracy. This was made very clear when the protesters made only one person angry: Tony. The politicians on the panel betrayed no stress or sense of outrage, only Tony was put off, derailed, angered and told the protesters they weren’t doing their cause any good. Why is that the

So I was writing and this came out. It's just a bit of fun.  "Choking clouds of morons shit themselves into my life and it’s all my fault because I’m on the internet. I’m hooked. Driving, you see billboards, this is the price you pay for being able to visit your friends. The internet has that advertising in your face and it also has millions of benighted spastics desperate to ruin your time. Christ, please Christ return and Christ the fuck out of these shitheads. You say I am superior with a poor attitude but I beg you to consider the possibility of your own unrecognized fuckwittedness. Are you perhaps a hardened, stinking blockage in some poor enlightened motherfucker’s life? Does some champion with the soul of a lion find the treacly blackness of your pettiness an enemy that cannot be defeated in battle? Are you the dead body blocking the exit? Does a motherfucker need to burn all your shit down before you glimpse the possibility of your soul-deep retardedness?