Thursday 15 January 2009

Perfectly Justified Responses

Oh my lord.

Has the world gone mad?

Really.

How can Israel justify the bombing of a UN building?

How?

They said that apparently terrorists were attacking them from that building with machine gun fire and anti-tank artillery.

So HAMAS apparently managed to bypass any security that was present in that building and managed to set-up some heavy-duty weaponry without the knowledge of anyone in the building and then open fire?

It of course isn’t a coincidence that this building is the exact same building the UN is using to store the food and medicine for the people of Gaza. No that’s not the reason at all.

Only a cynic would think such a thing.

Its not like they were using illegal weapons either, weapons that are illegal to use under the Geneva Convention in a built up area where people inhabit.

Not many people live in a major city do they?

I don’t pretend to know all the facts, im also not under the belief that HAMAS are not completely free of blame for this, but they heavy handed approach Israel are using makes America look pedestrian in their attacks of targets.

Tuesday 19 February 2008

Why do girls...

* Insist on buying crap food for their dinners, then wash it down with a diet coke.
I dont see the point.
I really dont.
Its not a weight issue or any bollocks that shite comedians target, i just have a genuine interest.

* Continue to wear high-heeled shoes?
Do they believe that they actually create the illusion of height?
Despite the fact you often see them with them off?
Or are they still seen as a sexual thing?
Back in more innocent times a heel was seen as very erotic indeed, now with the advent of skirts that are so short and tops that are so low that they meet in the middle for a sort of cloth party, heels are no longer needed.
It cant be to make the lady look classy as they are always a point of complaint out on a date and are often removed for the drunken stagger to the taxi.

Answers please...

Wednesday 23 January 2008

A whole new world....

...don't you dare close your eyes...
Evidently not as you wont be able to read this.
Unless you have one of those packages that reads words out to you.
Which means you are either blind, and i wonder why you staggered on to here, or you are a juvenile person who uses such packages to read sweary bits you type on Microsoft word.
Anyway I'm digressing from the point.

I thought id start blogging on here as a more respectable way of recording my thoughts than doing bulletins etc on myspace, as no one reads them as they aren't a quiz that's designed to brag about your sexual escapes without the obvious hatred a simple statement would bring. In fact i would applaud such work. if someone posted "i gone and fucked john last night" i would congratulate them. In my head of course. Not replying back, it would be awkward as it would be seen a chance to boast to a man less sexually fortunate what went on. A simple nod of appreciation would suffice.
The words are literally falling out of me. No editing here! Which is why this isn't going very well.
I can always adopt the workplace approach when things go wrong of "I'm terribly sorry, but its my first week!" Although the first part of that sentence is rarely used these days. Manners.
Their need is long gone. A skill no longer required. If someone is in your way, simply charge past them tutting. The louder the tut, the more words of anger/apology it stands for.
Anyone reading this would think probably that I'm an embittered middle aged man grasping on to the technological age a bit later than everyone else, but still determined to bloody well go for it.
I'm not. I'm 26.
Mid-twenties crisis. Where the whole world suddenly makes sense. Young people are stupid, old people are slow. And the bit in the middle where i currently reside is a state of wishing i was young again so i could be stupid too and regretting the days i spend far too long in supermarkets shuffling past the houmous.
Why do old people even go near the dips? Their palettes can bear comprehend tomato sauce.

I promise ill make more sense next time.
There might even be a theme!
Oh imagine that!