short break...
Don't expect me back before Sunday at the earliest.
Take care, dudes and dudettes...
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The keyboard is mightier than the machine gun... The political, philosophical and general outpourings of a troubled soul living in Australia and blogging his Vietnam veteran's head off.
Nothing in this blog can be believed. If you think that anything in this blog is true or factual, you'll need to verify it from another source. Do you understand? No? Then read it again, and repeat this process, until you understand that you cannot sue me for anything you read here. Also, having been sucked into taking part in the mass-murder of more than 3 million Vietnamese people on behalf of U.S. Big Business "interests", I'm as mad as a cut snake (and broke) so it might be a bit silly to try to sue me anyway...
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Preventative detention, eh? Can't say a word? No blogging from custody?
That (I hope) is a joke. Best wishes to you and your brain.
The bear's off air and just when I was getting used to you.
If you're digging a hideout in the hills make it big, there's an awful lot of us to take in.
I'm back now. Went to my partner's father's 60th birthday family gathering on the Sunshine Coast. As usual, I offended heaps of people quite unintentionally. It's almost unavoidable as I have no social skills left worth speaking of. I tell people what I think, and that's a crime. My response then is "well get yourself rooted, you fascist arsehole". This does not go over well with most people. I've already disowned my own tribe of relatives, now I think it's time I disowned hers as well. For their own sakes, you understand...
Constipated arseholes...
Very funny, Deirdre. :-) And thanks.
JahTeh, you'll get used to my dummy spits. Mostly they're a symptom of my depression which itself is some sort of symptom. Symptom upon symptom upon symptom... Like a Sarah Lee psychocake... Digging bunkers in the hills? Not my thing, JahTeh. If we can't take these lying, mass-murdering, resource-theiving, culture-bulldozing, psychopaths down by congregating peacefully in the streets of their cities, then it's all over Red Rover anyway. They have the WMDs, we don't. And bunkers are not much good against WMDs...
Nahh.. Face off agaist them in the streets I say. Make them kill us on Prime Time TV if they won't abandon their fascist ways, but raise not one finger in violence or provocation. Just peaceful protest... And when they've killed enough of us, their troops will be sickened by their own evil and will desert them to join us. As will those who had believed these mongrels' propaganda.
It's a noice dream...
So the break did you good and you're feeling happy again now. Marvellous.
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The "break" showed me yet again why I should keep myself to myself. Except for this blog of course. In this blog I can rage against the machine (well, till the bastards lock me away that is), and those who find this amusing are free to read it. Like ASIO for instance... G'day, ya twonks!
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