chacun pense à soi

A right wing heartless bastard gets caught with his pants down. Except he was entrapped. Means are as important as the ends and he's been exploited. If you want to be a part of a revolution based on a let's-see-who-can-fook-over-them-other-bastards-first model, I'm not your man. Guantanamo that, Batman.

I was drunk in the 80s, so there's not a lot of photos of me. Or at least I don't have any. And it was before the digital age anyway. But here's one of Pat & Paddy's boyz, circa 1999:



Worm, weasel, whoopie (left to right)

I have a book that was suggested by someone who doesn't know me particularly well. And I've bristled about it since he proffered it. And I just realized that's why" if you don't know me really, how would you have any idea "you'll really love this, I'm sure." However, in the spirit of not being a pissy curmudgeon before my time, I will give it a chapter. Soon. Promis.

Gawd loves each and every one of us. Including the eejits who feel worthlessness=faith and the arsewipes who think that Gawd speaks to them. That's not Gawd, that's you, selfish, self-deluding knuckleheads!

If I were a colour I would be purple. Because the ring is too tight.

come down from your fences

Just to be all edgy an' shit, I decided to forego my usual office-on-the go (sans sans fil) and give my local Blenz, which is sans fil.

Experiment failure. Wifi does not supercede a shiteload more ambiant noise, including fookwit who thinks shouting into his Skype headset is acceptable because there's wireless.

Moving on. Pizza, then ma café préferée.