Venting Anger

Convoluted Language and Queen

“How could one fail suddenly to recognize, quintessentially sketched, ill-composed, incomplete, the semblance of our daily existence? These arbitrary groups, these absolutely theoretical collections of people eaten away by lassitude and boredom, just exactly as we know them to be, as the irrefutable accusing image of our heteroclite, dissident, discordant societies.”

I’m sorry, but what the fuck? That was a little extract from some research my friend read for a film essay we recently completed. Now, what sort of a self-important cunt would write anything with language that fucking complicated? The English language prides itself on being the most descriptive language in the world, or so I’ve heard, but writing like this is just fucking moronic. It’s like this twat has just opened up MS Word and gone into the thesaurus to look up every word that’ll make him sound like a complete and utter shit. Frankly, it requres very little intelligence to write something this complicated. I could probably do that. The real challenge in writing something is writing it so that people can read it and fucking understand it instead of having their brains explode because this cunt has used too many bloody adjectives. Verbs. I don’t know or care.

Now, I think that articulacy is fantastic, and it pains me when people say things like ‘over-exaggerate’ or ‘well good’. ‘Over-exaggerate’ is a null expression because the very term ‘exaggerate’ means to over-express something, and I wish people would actually say ‘rather good’. ‘Very good’. ‘Quite good’. It fucking grinds on my brain as well when people say “haich” for the letter H. I see the logic, but fuck off. Say it properly.

Fuck me.

Anyway, articulacy is only good when it is coherent articulacy, not just word vomit. It doesn’t make you look smart and neither does it describe your point. It just makes people want to kick you in the face.

I wanted to kick my autistic flatmate the other day. I’m sorry, but I get angry and he was pissing me off. He can be as autistic as he likes, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t annoy me… or creep me out. He tends to stare at me when I walk down the corridor, and often shouts when there’s any kind of commotion in the corridor… or a conversation in the corridor. That I can deal with, I suppose.

No. What pisses me off is his singing. He sings to everything, especially to Queen. He likes ‘We Will Rock You’ and sings to that a lot and yes! Oh yes. He does the drumming to it too. On his desk. He’ll be smacking his desk, or he’ll be singing very badly or he’ll be telling himself trivia about Queen. I understand that he’s got a mental disability, or at least I assume that the PC wankers won’t come down on me for calling it a ‘disability’. When he’s not singing or drumming he’s playing Mario on full blast, and he shouts at the top of his lungs whenever he gets killed by a shell.

Now try writing an essay with that going on and anybody who’s like “Oooh, James, you’re a bastard for getting angry at him,” will be sorely sorry, and will probably have to make their own online blog to vent their own anger. I’m telling you, this blog is well good for relieving stress.

Well good. Twats.

Bin Laden and Public Nudity

I’ve decided against pictures. Hate them. I hate colour! It’s alright. I can do with red. However, I can’t be doing with little pictures to reiterate my points. I figure that you only need pictures if you can’t get your point across properly… so yeah! No more pictures for you, and until next year when I post my next rambling.

Ramblr. Wit.

So this is a point which always irritates me, and is a recurring theme in these little posts. People on the internet who are stupid. It was reported a few days ago that Osama Bin Laden was killed by some U.S special forces team or other. Jolly good. Glad they got him… I mean, sure we now will never know if he really was behind 9/11, and it’s possible that there will be some horrible retaliatory strike from those mean terrorist chaps, but other than that, well done.

But with anything said by anybody, there are people who say that that something said by that someone is an untruth. And so the internet is awash with people saying “I won’t believe he’s dead ‘til I see that he’s dead!”. Brilliant. If they post pictures (or maybe they already have) of his bullet-ridden corpse, they’ll say it’s photoshopped. If they parade his body through the streets, they’ll proclaim that it’s a wax model from Madame Tassauds. Just fucking accept that he’s dead and stop spouting conspiracies based on absolutely nothing whatsoever. It’s annoying.

But what is also annoying is something which is restricted to warm days. Here in England, people respond to any kind of warm weather by acting as though its the Bahamas. If it’s sunny out, it must therefore be warm. I remember one sunny day in February when it was still bitterly cold, and there were people going around in shorts, t-shirts and sunglasses. Brilliant. Of course when it gets to the point where you might take your jacket off, people go one step further and starts wandering around half naked. This fucking pisses me off. Put your shirt back on you inbred catamite. It’s not even that hot. It’s not necessary. If it’s absolutely sweltering or if it’s a beach, sure, go nuts. That’s acceptable, but if it’s just about t-shirt weather, don’t go around like that. You look like a complete and utter penis, especially if you’re in a fucking park, you self-absorbed cunt.

Some would say that Bin Laden is burning in hell. That is acceptable no-shirt weather. Others might say he’s had a shave and is having some cushty retirement in Florida.

But those people are morons.

Wealth and Davey

What pisses me off most in the world?

Rich people.

What pisses me off more than what pisses me off the most?

Rich people who’ve done nothing to deserve it.

Being born into a rich fucking family shouldn’t be enough to warrant a lifetime of pampering. It pisses me off. Now, this is essentially the royal family, who piss around all day, shitting in their solid gold toilets and getting a servant to wipe their arses. I doubt that any of those rich, poncy twats have ever had a microwave meal. I recognise the Royal family as a figurehead of England. A tourist attraction. A gimick. My understanding is that we pay for them to exist when none of them has ever even had a job that they weren’t forced into, the jobs being military service. For that, I can almost respect them for, because Prince Whatshisname actually seemed willing to fight on the front line. They pulled him out of course. Because he’s rich.

                       Fucking try it

I’m of the belief that hereditary success should be made fucking illegal, or something. I *can* respect Bill Gates and other rich people who’ve become rich off of their own work. Of course when these rich people hoard millions and billions of pounds that I do get a little bit pissed off because, frankly, you don’t need that much fucking money. Nobody needs that much money. That’s millions of pounds that could be going to charity, towards research. Instead, it’s just sitting in your fucking bank account, ready to go towards an ungrateful little shit of a child.

Now, I’m not an anarchist. I might hold certain socialist-esque ideals, but those are very basic and unfounded on any political research. I don’t do politics. My political beliefs revolve around the fact that Davey Dave “I’m your mate, Dave the fucking lizard man” Cameron is bad, and that too many people are too rich for no good reason and should be savagely beaten and made to give away the vast majority of their money so it can actually do something other than giving some selfish twat a reason to look smug.

Fucking rich people.

Bastards and Christians

I’ve been uncharacteristically… docile recently. Like, I’ve just not been angry at anything. It’s freaking me out; I feel like somebody’s slipped me something to make me feel mere disdain at the world as opposed to pure anger and hate.

I like hating things! Fuck’s sake.

The topic of the day is, of course, Japan. If you’ve been living under a rock or you got dashed particularly badly by the big fucking tsunami that hit Japan a few days ago, then maybe you wouldn’t know that the country of Japan has, seemingly, been decimated. I’ve been watching Youtube videos of the tsunami, and particularly the channel ‘Russia Today’ which has been fairly informative. This is the worst catastrophe since August 1945, especially considering that some radioactive fallout is expected from damaged nuclear reactors.

The worst catastrophe since two towns were wiped out by nuclear weapons.

Now, on Youtube there are four kinds of comments on the disaster. The first is “Holy shit”. My thoughts exactly. Simple, direct, sensible. However it’s the internet. The internet has more idiots than… I don’t even know what. There’s fucking loads of them. So, in a macabre sort of a way, one of my favourites is, “It’s all those Japs deserve after what they did in the war.”

Might I remind you that your country fucking NUKED two Japanese towns full of civilians? Is that not enough to compensate for desperate battlefield savagery and POW mistreatment, which almost certainly happened on both sides, as it always does? I’m pretty sure it fucking should. For you to say that they deserved to have their coastal population and infastructure wiped out is really fucking sick. Of course there are always people who go the other way, and they piss me off with their cheerfulness. “Let’s hold hands and pray for these people! Countries of the world unite!” Shut the fuck up! Actually shut the fuck up! Prayer has never, and will never, solve anything! It’s fucking stupid. if you’re going to help, give money or, even better, volunteer to work as part of the foreign aid. Nobody wants your faith or the false hope that you generate, with the strange belief that a faith in an almighty God who causes these fucking things to happen would be like “Oh, shit, whoops.”

Then there are the zealots.

“God has punished Japan for its wicked ways!”. The delusions of religion will never cease to amaze, bewilder and anger me. Looking back to the start of this post I wrote:

“I’ve just not been angry at anything.”

Well now I’m pissed. I have legitimately pissed myself off by thinking of close-minded and useless fuckers who have nothing better to do than to be malicious, made anonymous by the great network that is the internet. Interesting how the biggest source of information on the planet is also a home to some of the stupidest and most biggoted people in the world.