Museboy...

I guess I quit then...

2005-05-08T20:08:18Z

My boss left me a wonderfully polite voicemail message threatening my job because I didn't come in and work unpaid overtime for him. I don't like threats. My personal opinion of him dropped a hell of a lot and I phoned back and left him his very own shitty message telling him what I thought of him as a manager and the work environment he has created. I basically said call me back if you want me in monday. If not then, ya know, whatever. It's hard to threaten someone who really couldn't give a shit. I worked myself up for damn near an hour expecting a full blown yelling match with the fucker though. Kinda down that we're trading voicemail. Still, he called back and said that it wasn't that I didn't come in that bothered him it was that my mates didn't come in to help out with leaflet distribution. He was pretty toned down in the second message. He's still bullshitting though. His exact words were, "...you either come in or you can phone Paul and your job is in jeopardy." He just wants to get me in so he can sit me in his office and play at being a competant manager. I'm sure his bollocking would be very formal. Fuck that noise.
Even if it was all down to my mates not coming in, whoop de fucking do. They're doing it as a favour. If they can't make it do you really go and fire someone? It's not like I couldn't rearrange them to come in the next day and do it. Well fuck him. Statistically I'm his best sales person so lets see him close the month with just one newbie working in sales when Carys the sales manager goes on holiday later this week. If he gets even half his budget I'll be surprised, and then all kinds of hell will fall on his head from high above. See I'm fine with losing my job. My girlfriend, friends and family are to important to be working unpaid 60 hour weeks anyway. Gareth doesn't really have much except his job, he's so indoctrinated into the company persona. I'd kill to see the look on his face when the big guns tell him 'his' job is in jeopardy. Dumb fucker. I always told him that as soon as the bullshit outweighed the money I'd leave.

I'll stop there now because it's starting to sound like a messy break up.

I'm going camping again at the end of this month. There will be much hunting and roasting of meat with fire. Also Kelly will be coming with me this time so my tent will be crowded with hairdryers and things. On the plus side I don't have to worry about those long cold nights. I get my own personal hot water bottle. Not a clue where we are going this time though but I trust Gary. He picked a damn good site last time. Even if his driving skills did leave something to be desired. It takes a special kind of crazy to drive a Chrysler off an embankment and into a river. Backwards.

Butting heads with my betters

2005-04-19T20:28:19Z

When I left for work this morning the sky was blue and the sun was warm on my face. Everything was rosy, just like my mood. As the day went on a storm rolled in like a huge black wave in the sky and it matched my mood perfectly again. Yesterday I left work a mere 20 minutes after quitting time because Kelly had made me a meal and had a surprise for me. My new tent for going camping at the end of the month in case you're interested. I say a mere 20 minutes because it's quite normal for me to work 2 hours late. In fact in the previous week I worked a few 12 and 13 hour shifts. I promised Kelly I'd be home on time because she gets really upset that we never get enough time together. We both do. I'm salaried too so I get fuck all for working extra hours, but as I left fairly quickly yesterday I got the piss taken out of me by my general manager and the regional branch manager. Cracking jokes about me rushing home for tea time. Then my general manager spent the day on my back because my figures were down. Sorry mate, I spent the day dropping off leaflets for you which ain't my job and sitting through bullshit meetings. I have shit leads from poorly planned outreach drives which has nothing to do with my fucking exemplary performance. As far as sales ratios go we are amongst the best because my personal score is 85%. A full 17% above the company sales guru. I'm dragging the team up with me. I have no one new to call because my sales manager won't do her job properly and she's planned fucking bullshit for this month because she thought she was getting his job and she's fucking unprofessional. So by the end of the day I've got that slimy little hyperactive weasel chirping over my shoulder every five minutes and I'm about ready to chew glass. Then he strides back into the office and says, "Hey you." And when I turn and say, "What!" with no attempt made to hide my anger, thunder rolls over the club. I've never seen anyone get off their high horse so quickly in my life. Remind me to say my prayers to Grandfather Thunder for teaching me not to suffer fools gladly. Starting tomorrow I'm looking for alternative employment. I refuse to work for such self absorbed, petty assholes. I wish them good luck in all of their greed but I measure the success of a man by a totally different ruler.

On a brighter note I'm going camping and hunting with a few mates and Kelly's old man up in the Brecon Beacons soon. We're leaving on the friday of next week and staying for a few days. I seriously need the R&R and to get my head screwed on right again. We'll spend the days hunting corvids and rabbit and the nights drinking around the campfire. I'm really looking forward to it. I can't wait. It's all thats keeping me sane right now.

Work shit...

2005-03-25T20:49:16Z

I like my immediate manager. She's cool, if a little quiet. I used the phrase, "He'll shit an angry fucking wolverine.", in a conversation about upper management without being fired. Thats always good. Upper management are dicks however. Okay the gym manager Simon is a bit of a cock socket but he's leaving when he gets back from Australia for a better job. Upper management are total pigfuckers however. They're easy to spot though. They all have really bad, fake orange tans, expensive suits, gold jewelry, to much wax in their hair and they all, without fail, wear pink shirts. I try to avoid all contact with them for fear of becoming infected with stupidity somehow. Paul, my regional sales manager has no idea what my job is. He offers neither support, leadership nor direction. What he does do is call or text message the club every two hours demanding to know how many sales we've done and spouting crap about affirmative thinking, or whatever buzzword he's picked up lately at an all expenses paid management course. We spend more money each year on conferences for them to meet and pat each others backs congratulating themselves on their nice new BMW's, than we do on the actual customers. I am Jacks burning bile duct, and I am really pissed off.

Whut?

2005-03-19T10:53:40Z

So I'm sat on a roof waiting for a fat man with a golf club. At least the weathers nice. I can smell the fertile sicilian earth and the perfume of a garden full of flowers mixing with the cooking from the kitchen below. I can hear the Don's head chef singing to himself as he bustles about preparing lunch. I've been sat here an hour and a half. Only really moving to track the progress of the guards on their regular patrols. They haven't missed the gatekeeper yet but they will sooner or later. If they notice he's missing too soon then I'll miss my chance. They must be used to him taking breaks when he feels like it though. Idiot abandoned his post to go outside and take a piss. I waited until he was finished before I used the chloroform. I didn't want him to piss on his suit. I dragged his limp body into the hills, stripped him naked and cut his throat. Wearing a dead mans clothes I walked straight into the Villa Borghese. I scan the balcony opposite one more time. Waiting for the Mafia boss to come outside and practice his backstroke, just like he does every morning. He must have a lot of paperwork to do. Taking bribes can be hard work. It's not until I lower the crossbows scope from my eye that I notice the Don's son walking across the roof towards me. My heart jumps into my throat. If I'm caught I'm a dead man. He's not armed. He thinks I'm just one of his fathers hired goons who is goofing off. He's got that, "What the fuck are you doing on my roof?" look on his face.
The crossbow bolt entered through his left eye. At that range it was all to easy. He hits the tiles with his mouth frozen into a last 'O' of disbelief. I drag the dumb bastard to the edge of the building a glance over. Theres a guard below. I draw my silenced .22 and aim straight down at the top of his skull. Interesting thing about .22's is that they rarely have enough power to punch through a human skull twice. So once the round goes in it will ricochet around a bit. Eliminates the need for double tapping a target. The suppressor also has an effect. It slows the round down to below the speed of sound and redirects the explosive force of the shot so that it's a lot quieter. This means that the round won't ricochet. It will just enter the skull and transfer all of it's power to the brain. Same principle as with hunting. If you shoot an animal with a highpowered rifle you'll drill a nice hole through it and it will scurry away to die someplace else, slowly. It's called over penetration. It wastes energy. What you want is for the bullet to stop dead when it hits and transfer all of it's momentum into the target. Clean kill. Not that this guy cares about the physics of the thing. He's dead before he hits the floor so I roll the Don's son off the roof on top of him. No patrols pass this close to the house. As long as the gardener doesn't decide to do the flower beds I'm fine. I crawl slowly back into position and reload my crossbow. I'm happy to wait. I'm good at it. Sooner or later the Don will step out into the sunshine, smile and die. I just have to wait.

I love Hitman 2. It's a great game. It's good to have a natural aptitude for something.

Meh

2005-03-15T10:21:32Z

Okay, I feel a little better. As I walk to work I meet a guy going into my building. He asks, "Hey, are you the guy who confronted those yobs the other day?"
I reply that, "Yeah, I guess that was me."
He grins and says, "Well done mate. I was phoning the police when you went tearing into them. It's about time someone said something. He only lives over there you know?"
That got my attention.
He gave me his name and address.
If he causes more problems I'll send the police straight to his door. With luck they'll ASBO his whole family. Little car stealing, rock throwing, violent little bitch.

Maybe I'm naive...

2005-03-12T20:45:28Z

Why is it that I'm the only fucker around here who cares enough do something? I can charge in with all the fury I want but if no one else can summon up the testicular fortitude to say something then they're gonna be hiding in their houses moaning about rising crime rates until they are robbed, beaten, mounted and mastered. If you turn a blind eye then you lose all rights to complain when it happens to you. Just once I'd like someone to be at my back, ya know. Doesn't anyone have the guts to take a stand anymore?

Wankers

2005-03-06T13:18:53Z

It's never nice when some little wankers think they can break into your home with impunity. They smashed open a window in the communal entrance with rocks and set off the fire alarms. They did this to every building in Caerau Court. They ripped piping of the walls outside and they were trying to smash the alarm box when I caught them. It's nice when a screaming skinhead in a wifebeater turns up to kick ass. I chased two of them out of the court and down the alley behind the shops. They took off up a fire escape and tried to hide on top of the roof of a building. I banged on some guys door and asked him to phone the police and I cornered them. The smaller one ran past me crying so I let him go. I wanted the older one who was obviously the leader and more likely to be prosecuted if arrested. So he's stuck on a roof with me. He asks what I'm going to do to him. I tell him that I'm going to have him arrested for breaking and entering. He says, "I'll jump!" so I say, "I'll fucking throw you."
So he jumped. Funniest thing I ever saw was that little wanker limping away down the street crying. I'm a bit annoyed that I was the only one who chased them down and I was the only one to phone the police. I'm setting up a neighbourhood watch I swear to God. I'm not taking this shit. Who the fuck do they think they are?

boycalledmuse @ 2005-02-25T11:45:00

2005-02-25T12:03:21Z

My boss called me into his office the other day. Naturally I wonder about his knowledge of the food purity here. He tells me that I rock. I tell him that I know this. He also informs me that I am so far ahead on sales that he may as well give the entire reception bonus to me. I say thank you. He offers me a position in the Sales department. He's interviewing for two new sales people now but I don't need to go through that shit. I'll either get one of the spots or if he has two excellent applicants he'll pay me lots extra to do sales on the weekends when they're not in and give me the first spot that opens up. I was recommended by two seperate supervisors for the job. Like I said, I know I rock.

Sales executive. I like that.

Lots of money. I like that even more.

boycalledmuse @ 2005-02-22T13:20:00

2005-02-22T13:25:55Z

If you're ever caught alone in an underground facility surrounded by 20 tanks filled with deformed fomori and/or metis Black Spiral Dancers do you really want to be fucking with the controls when you only have one die to use for the computer roll? Apparently not, because the Theurge botched another one and opened all the tanks. He killed ten of the bastards before the rest of his pack got back and walked into a bloodbath.
Best moment of the game goes to Usher though. Sat in the control room guarding the technicians with a shotgun after we discovered the tanks when a naked, headless woman walks past the window.

Mad props

2005-02-19T20:40:56Z

Thank you to my girlfriend for making such damned cool icons for me.

boycalledmuse @ 2005-02-14T16:23:00

2005-02-14T17:00:19Z

Kelly is the luckiest dice roller ever. She challenged the Ahroun to unarmed combat and not only beat him but gave him a battle scar without taking a single wound. Not one. It's a bit dodgy that the ST's girlfriend gets to be pack alpha but no one wanted to challenge her after that.

In other news, everytime I close my eyes I see Tyranids. I must have built at least 45 of the little buggers yesterday and I've started painting them today. I'm giving them a Chaos Black base coat and then drybrushing them with a Amythest Purple Metal/Chaos Black mix to give that 'Aliens' chitin look to them, then I'll give them highlights of Purple and Blue. Traditional Genestealer colours. They're gonna look badass. Now I just have to get them out of my mind.

The Hounds of Charon

2005-02-12T11:42:51Z

Well, they all survived their Rite of Passage. Which is a frickin' miracle. The Wendigo they were tracking led them to an abandoned mine and told them of the men who had died there to satisfy other mens greed. How their lust for profit drove them to dig too deep and how they had unearthed something evil. So the pack throws a flare down the pit. It tumbles end over end before being swallowed in the writhing coils of something moving far below. The Ahroun decides someone should go down and investigate and they all look at the 16 year old Ragabash as he is the smallest. He is saved from being 'volunteered' by the bravery of the Get of Fenris Theurge who offers to go instead, he just needs to know how. With a grin the Wendigo presents some rope.
Slowly the pack lower the Theurge into the Wyrm pit to discover what lurks below. The smell of iron ore and blood thick in his nostrils. As he reaches into the darkness a great Wyrm beast surges forth. A giant armoured snake with many eyes. He howls for help and the pack pull desperately to get him out. Their efforts are to hasty however and the rope tears on the jagged edge of the pit and the Theurge falls straight into the mouth of the beast. Without a seconds hesitation the Ahroun dives head first into the bottomless pit and burns rage to take on the war form. As he falls he grinds his claws against the stone walls of the cavern, sharpening them to a razors edge. High above the Ragabash bravely ties himself to the Gailliard so that she may follow after. The Ahrouns claws blind the many eyed serpent, freeing the injured Theurge from it's maw. The creature bucks and writhes in agony as the Gailliard lands on it's head, backflipping off and driving her claws expertly between it's scales and tearing it in half. As the creature fell dead the Garou fell with it. The Ragabash's rope caught the young Fury but the injured Get and the mighty Shadowlord continued to fall. They hit the bottom and found themselves in a vast cave system filled with the bones of dead miners. Taking the courageous Get under his arm the Ahroun started the long climb back to the surface.
As the rage boiled down in their viens the Wendigo chanted over a small fire and performed the Rite of Wounding to celebrate the Theurges first taste of battle. He was impressed by the courage of the young pack and agreed to be taken in to the Sept on one condition. When the time came, they would speak for him.
On returning the Wendigo is led away silently by Voice-Of-The-Earth, the Warder of the Caern, and the pack are greeted by the ancient Ritemaster. She tells them a great spirit has asked for their service. He has chosen the pack as his own and he has a task for them. If they prove themselves to him, he will forever guide their path. The spirit is Charon, The Ferryman. Spirit of death. As all things have a beginning they also have an end. Nothing is more certain in the natural world. He has come to them because there are 'things' in the city who have evaded their natural conclusion. The dead who still live. This is an affront to nature and Charon demands it ended. The pack accepted this trial without a second thought. They are Werewolves now.

Like I said, damned lucky. Although their deed names nearly ended up as Dangles-The-Kraut and Enters-The-Hole. Still, it was all cool and they all enjoyed themselves.

Errrm....whoops.

2005-02-10T12:12:12Z

Whilst playing Werewolf the pack realise that they are being hunted through the forest by a Wendigo who is howling the Warning of Wyrms Approach and is herding them towards something. The Gailliard turns her head to the sky and lets loose the Howl of Introduction indicating that they 'Fight for Gaia'. Except Kelly rolls no successes and two natural 1's. Guess which word she missed out. Yeah, they're pretty much fucked.

Kelly: "Curses.....Damn Dice."

My bestest day evar!

2005-02-06T13:10:15Z

I woke up early. Plenty of time to get ready and go to work peacefully rather than my usual mad dash. Work was good. Very quiet and with little for me to do. The boss was too busy painting to get in what little hair I have and my supervisor had just had a tooth out so he couldn't speak. Bliss. One of the members, and a former Mr. Wales, gave me some free steak for helping him out with a few things. I was storing a load of steaks for him to pick up in the staff fridge anyway. Isn't it nice when men share beef?
So by the end of the day I was looking forward to the game. Out of sheer luck my shifts had fallen so I had the afternoon off to watch Wales play England at Rugby. My relief arrived early and I got all the cashing up done without a problem. My till balancing to within a few pennies.
I go home in a great mood and take a well deserved nap after some absolutely fantastic sex with my gorgeous girlfriend and I wake up in time to watch the match. Then Wales win. Best day Evar! I can still remember where I was and who I was with the last time we beat them on home ground, 12 years ago. I'm pretty sure my neighbours heard me screaming. Especially when England were a point ahead with minutes to go and that final kick from 49 meters sailed through the posts after Wales beat back the whites with near constant possesion of the ball and some brilliantly played, fast and hard rugby.
Then, after I calm down, it's time for Orpheus. Everyone played well and the story went off without a hitch. I handled everything with literally no planning. Then the boys ask if we can do one night of Orpheus and one night of Werewolf. I think I said yes before they finished asking. They're coming over tonight to talk about themes and ideas and maybe set up some characters. I'm taking all their birthdays to give them their 'real' Auspices, once I work out which phases of the moon they actually were born under. Then once everything was done I went to bed to dream happy little dreams.

Guess someone up there does smile down on me now and then.

Orpheus

2005-01-30T13:32:43Z

Started up my Orpheus game the other night. Played two nights running and my players wanted to come over again tonight. I've put them off till monday, when I have some time off, to give me a breather. It's nice when they say things like, "Awww, can't we play on till one o'clock, please?" coz they're having fun. And thats from the guy who was chased out of the clients house with a shotgun. They haven't read the book, they haven't met any spectres and one of them has never roleplayed before. I get to mess with their heads a little.

boycalledmuse @ 2005-01-29T15:25:00

2005-01-29T15:31:38Z

A woman came into work today and told me she has just been diagnosed with breast cancer. What the fuck do you say to that? She explained that it was quite advanced and that she was going to go through chemotherapy but her doctor recommended that she keep exercising as long as she could. She wanted to know what could be done with her membership when she becomes to ill to exercise. I was as supportive as I could be and let her know that we could freeze her membership when she becomes to ill from the chemotherapy and reinstate it when she recovers. I cracked some stupid joke about a minimum time she could be ill for before we'd let her back and I got a laugh out of her. So I tell her that in special cases we give our members a free freeze so they don't have to pay anything whilst they're sick. I tell her I just have to confirm it with the manager. The managers response was, "Charge her." I explained again in case he has suffered a fit of stupidity for a moment and his response was final. "She just has cancer. Those aren't conditions special enough to warrant a free freeze. Tell her it's £7.50 a month." I told him to tell her. When she left she looked at me like I'd lied to her. That fucking hurt. All in all not my best day. This kinda shit makes it easy to see why some folks are willing to risk all to bring down capitalism. Fucking greed. It's my least favourite sin.

Stolen from BHM...

2005-01-24T11:38:52Z

1. Pick 10 movies that you enjoy.
2. Pick a line of dialogue that you like.
3. As people guess the film, strike out that entry.
4. NO cheating!!!

I'll be damned if any of you even understand some of these. Have fun.

1. ~~"Ah, Flashback humor."~~ eternalxwhisper

2. ~~"You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men."~~ digitalraven

3. ~~"Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover their ears right about now."~~ digitalraven

4. ~~"What about love?" "Overrated. Biochemically no different from eating large quantities of chocolate."~~ aarondb

5. ~~"Shop smart. Shop S-Mart."~~ digitalraven

6. ~~"You are a fucking ugly bitch and I want to stab you to death and play with your blood."~~ boycalledpope

7. ~~"Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in my gulliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening."~~ kufi

8. ~~"Anyone who runs is V.C. Anyone who stands still is well-disciplined V.C."~~ boycalledpope

9. ~~"You sold me queer giraffes. I want my money back."~~ kufi

10. ~~"Look, it's been swell, but the swelling's gone down."~~ eternalxwhisper

Not dead, just dreaming...

2005-01-18T22:27:44Z

Been a while folks. Missed ya. We're all moved into the flat now. Expect lots of house proud pictures from my better half. My hours have been cut back at work from the 50 or so I was working to a more manageable 32. The voices telling me to punch my boss in the throat have subsided a little. He's still a self important little gnome but hey, who the fuck cares about garden ornaments anyway?
So anyway, time to catch up. Who is pregnant, who has given birth and who is trying to make babies with anything that moves?

Oh, and if you didn't notice I was gone you weren't paying close enough attention. Maybe you were watching porn, I dunno. Were you wanking? Are you a wanker? All just speculation really. ;)

And the award for dumbfuck of the year goes to...

2004-12-18T13:14:41Z

I work with the single stupidest man on the face of the planet. I'm talking a special kind of stupid here. I'm sat in work doing very little when I notice that the manager, Simon, has left his rather expensive mobile phone behind. I contemplate stealing it, selling it and buying a car or two but then my conscience wins out so I wander into the sales office to see if Simon is still around. Nope, just James, one of the membership team, pretending to work. I ask him if Simon is around because he's forgotten his phone and I hand it over, technically making it his problem not mine. James perks up and says,
"He's gone but don't worry, I'll call him and tell him."
I stand in awe as this idiot calls the phone he's holding in his hand. I wait for the penny to drop. The mobile rings and he looks at it in shock. I grin, figuring he'll realise how dumb he was being, but no, he answers the fucking thing and says,
"Hullo?...Hullo?...Hulloooo?"
It takes him another 30 seconds to realise that he's talking to himself and that I'm laughing so hard I hurt my ass.

Snaffled from DJ_Nocte

2004-12-13T18:09:01Z

List your REALISTIC New Year's Resolutions:

• Get more tattoos.
• Keep working out regularly.
• Act on my anger more. People get away with to much shit.
• Study more.

List your UNREALISTIC New Year's Resolutions:

• Pwn Kai on Unreal Tournament.
• Beat a cow unconcious with my bare hands.

Well shiiiit....

2004-12-09T19:11:15Z

I thought I was going to die. Straight up, bullet in the face kinda dead. Now I know a 6'4'' guy in a bandana and a parka coming out of a gym in a rough part of town isn't an obvious mark, but when it's me locking up for the night on my own I feel kinda vulnerable. Ely in Cardiff is rife with guns, drugs and beautiful girlfriends called Kelly. So works policy is that no one locks up on their own for safety reasons. But we've just had a new computer system installed and it was taking a long time to cash up so I told the rest to go home and leave me to it. So I finish at about 10.30pm and I set the alarm and run to the door. It's pitch black as always because the car park lights never work and the second I get the key in the main door a car starts up behind me and it's lights are pointed straight at me. Two guys dressed in Fubu gear get out and start running right at me. My hand is in my pocket and my thumb knife is open in seconds and then the guys, seeing my face, pull up to a stop and say, "Awww dude, I thought you were open for another hour." Yup. I nearly knifed two stupid fucking members. I was trembling with adrenalin when I got home. Am I paranoid or what?

Shits and giggles

2004-12-08T17:01:10Z

So Dave, the studio manager and personal trainer, set up a little sign in studio one in work. He spent hours printing out a sign that said "Welcome to the house of gain!" for his body building class. He spent ages puting each letter on an A4 sheet and laminating them all. Looked really good. So he was feeling quite proud of himself when he walked into his class, stood on the stage, and asked what everyone thought of the sign that stood out in luminous, foot high letters above his head. Pity someone had replaced the last I and N with a laminated Y. Yup, thats right folks. "Welcome to the House of Gay!" in foot tall rainbow letters right over his head. He wasn't impressed. He still hasn't found out who did it. I want to know too so I can shake their hand. I've never seen anything so funny.

"What do you think of the new sign, ay?"

Religion

2004-12-05T22:58:34Z

Well I blabbed on about politics in my last post so now I'm going to talk about religion. For my next post I'll talk about abortion and make it three for three on topics to be avoided in polite conversation.

Anyway, this is a post to show my support to a man I have known since childhood. He was an inspiration to me and he was the one who confirmed me into the Anglican church. His name is Dr. Rowan Williams. The Archbishop of Canterbury. If you're a Brit you might have seen him in the news again lately. He is the spiritual leader of the Anglican Church worldwide and is the voice of christianity in Britain. He is under attack by the rest of the Anglican church and indeed, quite a lot of christianity as a whole. He took flak for his anti-war stance after 9/11 but this time it's because of his vocal support for openly gay and lesbian clergy. He has attacked the churches use of 'sinful' language that encourages hatred and persecution. There is talk of a split within the church and there is a lot of hostility going around. Whilst I don't agree with the letters he sent to certain American and Canadian Bishops asking them to express regret over some same sex blessings he is still someone I admire and respect greatly. I can not agree with his views on same sex marriage but he 'is' the head of the Anglican Church. I don't expect miracles. ;)

World at large...

2004-11-27T22:52:43Z

I read today that George Bush has gotten personally involved in the Northern Ireland peace protest.

Please God shut his fucking mouth.

What pisses me off more than a dumbfuck Texan meddling in a conflict he has no hope of understanding is that people are praising him for his mediocre involvement like this is some kind of payback for us supporting his invasion of Iraq. He makes two phonecalls and THAT is payback for...what? The six of our Redcaps who were torn apart by a mob? My arse.
I think fair payback would be....oh, I don't know. Trade concessions to boost the British economy? Nah, thats to complicated. America are so proud of their military. How about a shitload of cheap OICW rifles to replace our now aging, crap SA-80's and some better uniforms. Especially the uniforms because it came out in the last week or so that the British uniforms are made in chinese sweatshops and they shrink when wet. Our army is the best in the world but they are so poorly equipped. Those Redcaps died because they couldn't talk to the retreating Paratroopers 200 yards away with their Clansmen radios because the Army has been waiting 7 years for the new Bowman radios. That and some stupid bastard sent them on patrol with 50 rounds of ammunition. Yeah. Re-equip our army. Thats a fair trade.

And what the hell is Russia up to? Influencing satellite states and allegedly trying to assassinate a popular opposition leader? And the arrests of Yukos executives and the government seizing their assets? Was I reading the news or an Ian Fleming novel? This is James Bond shit. I thought the Soviet Union had given up the ghost? Anyway, big up to Viktor Yushchenko who has demonstrated great courage in standing up for his people against a corrupt government and massive russian opposition. Even after his face was scarred and cratered by an attempted poisoning he hasn't wavered. He made liberal reforms and fought corruption when he was a minister and I actually like this politician. He isn't a great speaker but he leads through the force of his convictions. I like that.

Anyway thats my little bit of bollocks for this evening. Good night boys and girls.

Woooo

2004-11-22T19:31:21Z

Check it out! Nightvision! And no hair!