bedlam updates

My new focus is on building a movement in Australia. The rules are: don't be a sook, don't be an arsehole and don't waste time trying to convince dickheads. We are all going to die if we don't get our shit together, so it's time to form alliances and work to do real things. Don't be a sook? Yeah, don't. You're tired, you're drained. you feel bad? Tell someone who cares mate, we're not your family. Do you want to help fight injustice or do you want to bring us all your problems? If that sounds too harsh you may be a terminal sook and you probably also call yourself an empath. Go away. Don't be an arsehole? Once we've weeded out the sooks (which we already sort of do by pretending we can't hear them) we now have people to work with. Don't be an arsehole to them. The amount of injustice fighting energy that is directed at individuals is amazing and quite an achievement in self importance. Treating individuals like they're

Climate change means a lot of things to a lot of people, though to some people it seems to mean nothing real at all. You know the type. "The planet will be fine." Who are these people with this extremely special relationship to our world? These days I assume people who are saying things I don't understand are either full of shit or away with the pixies. There are people who float through this life seemingly untouched by the day to day and fuck me do every one of these cunts love to tell you all about about it. They commentate on their own behaviour right in your face like you're just as amazed by them as they are.  They cruise through, unpunched, because they're unbelievable. You're not amazing fucko, you're hard to accept as a reality.  I have gone on a lot about feasting on the flesh of fuckwits. It's fun to joke about bathing in their blood, kicking their severed heads around, but this post-Apocalyptic shit gets less fun every day. I am waki