Letter from the PM.

        
Dear People of Australia , 
 
Due to the current financial situation caused by the slowdown of the
economy, your Government has decided to implement a scheme to put
workers 50 years of age and older on early retirement. This scheme
will be known as RAPE (Retire Aged People Early). 
 
Persons selected to be RAPED can apply to the government to be eligible
for the SHAFT scheme (Special Help After Forced Termination). 
 
Persons who have been RAPED and SHAFTED will be reviewed under the
SCREW program (Scheme Covering Retired Early Workers). A person may be
RAPED once, SHAFTED twice and SCREWED as many times as the government
deems appropriate. 
 
Only persons who have been RAPED can get AIDS (Additional Income for
Dependants & Spouse) or HERPES (Half Earnings for Retired Personnel
Early Severance). Obviously, persons who have AIDS or HERPES will not
be SHAFTED or SCREWED any further by the government.. 
 
Persons who are not RAPED and are staying on, will receive as much SHIT
(Special High Intensity Training) as possible. The government
has always prided itself in the amount of SHIT it gives out. Should
you feel that you do not receive enough SHIT, please bring this to the
attention of your local MP. They have been trained to give you all the
SHIT you can handle.

So long to devotion.

Patriotism is an act of selfishness. You think this feeling that creeps up on you during these arguments or casual conversations about your country, planet, solar system, dimension or wherever it is you come from (this blog accepts all species) is national pride. When in fact you are defending your self, your stereotype. This has nothing to do with your country. You defend the actions of the people you are ashamed of. The people who feed the stereotype. The people who the world think you are. Open your eyes, everyone, so I can drop this so called patriotism that causes my blood to boil and my mouth to word vomit venomous crap. Listen to me, stop looking at them.

No Happy Ending.

I read washington square by henry james, again. the first time i hated the book. it was dull and hard to get through even though it was short.

this time, i appreciated the ending a lot more. it's a sad, sad book only because it highlights how cruel people can be when they have power over someone. in this case, this woman loved once, and truly, despite her father's disapproval, and you feel pity.

love is just another form of power-struggle- subjection to pain and degradation that is somehow made right for a lucky few whose love is reciprocated wholly.

love is a biological weapon of destruction, equivalent to radiation, poison, and bombs. except it never kills, but maims, leaving you with an empty shell of who you used to be.

those are the morals of this story. either/or. i can't choose because they're both just such lovely prospects -_-