Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Hey you!


Hey you!

Yes, you. No, not the stranger on the corner. No, not the dude with the bible. No man, not the woman with the blonde hair in the cute hat with ears. I'm talking to YOU.

Do you know who you are? You're the guy that fucked over my mind. You're the guy who mocked me in school. You're the asshole who's responsible for my view of all your kind. And you know what? I'm not okay with that.

You think I want an apology? I wouldn't accept it, even if I thought you were sincere.

You think I want blood? I'd just end up as another crazy serial killer, or the subject of some TV real-life drama.

You think I want to destroy you utterly, because I'm jealous that you made it, and I didn't? How did you make it? How's that millionaire thing comin' along, sport? Oh right, YOU'RE NOT A MILLIONAIRE. You're just as much of a screw-up as I am. Maybe more of one. I'm not jealous because you grew up and I didn't. I'm not jealous because you're waist-deep in the varying grotesqueries of this world, and I'm not. I'm not even jealous that your job brings you money. After all the bills, I'm surprised you have any left!

So what do I want? Why am I writing you, this anonymous gestalt of all my secondary-school tormentors, an open letter on the internet? Because it's been 20 years. 20 years ago, my first term of secondary school was just about up. And I learned the harsh lesson that I know to this day. People suck. And you taught me that. You taught me that the vast majority of this planet isn't fit to lick the dirt from my shoes, though they think precisely the opposite.

You taught me that there is no intrinsic value in trying to gain friendships, because I'll always be betrayed.

You taught me, that knowing words, and having feelings, and being who I am, is a waste of time. You taught me that the gays are reprehensible, and football is king, and that cars are all there is.

You taught me that my voice is stupid, and that my mannerisms are comical

You taught me that all my coping mechanisms were fodder for your amusement.

I'd say Fuck you, but that Isn't strong enough. Hell, I'd TAKE the blood, but it'd never be enough. And when you, my gestalt secondary-school adversary, were gone, what would stop me from going after the trolls of the internet that taught me that I can't escape dickishness? And from there, anyone who'd ever shouted at me in the street? Anyone who looked at me strangely? Anyone who WASN'T ME? No, If I start down that road, I'll never stop.

So take a look. I have a heapin' helpin' of forgiveness on this table right here. But this is as close as you're ever going to get to it. Because I'm paying it forward. Instead of wasting my forgiveness on you, who'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, I'm giving my forgiveness to teenagers who ended up outside school.

So enjoy your life: Screaming kids, demanding boss, nagging wife. I wish you a long and prosperous working career. I got off lightly. You're gonna suffer way more than I ever did.

Friday, 9 December 2011

A rambling rant about nothing...

*blows dust off of blog*

Now then. I've got something to say. No doubt you've heard of This happening that happened.

Not being an American myself, I can't say that this is a typical or an Atypical thing, but I DO know that whatever went down at Occupy LA/Wall St./City of London/WHERETHEFLYINGFUDGEVER was NON-VIOLENT.

I don't know much about much. I don't know why I got banned at NSWATM, a masculist blog that I found, but that's a whole different rant. I don't know why it's so hard to find work that won't send me insane, or subject me to the worst excesses of human grotesquery. I don't know why so many rich unscrupulous bastards, WHO THE GENERAL PUBLIC OUTNUMBER BY MILLIONS TO ONE, are screwing over the planet for a quick million or two. It's an absolute bloody disgrace. It is! I don't even know why America's Republicans are so damnably shonky and stupid. Because they are, don't deny it.

But why should I care, eh? I'm not an American. I'm not from the Good ol' US of A, Land of the Free, greatest country in the world, I'm just some limey, with my bad teeth and grating Mockney accent!

Yeah, NO.

Look, like I said, I don't pretend to be a great reserve of knowing the way the world works. I'm a terrible firebrand lefty. I'd blow all the buggers up and let God (or whoever) sort 'em out. What I know for sure is that something, Dear pineapples and lychees Something, is not right. A very small minority of very rich people, a kind of new aristocracy that created a web of finances and investments that may actually be inherently flawed for all we know, is semi-secretly running things. This isn't just some paranoid fantasy, there's no "Collusion with shape-shifting reptiloids", "grey aliens with black tar cancer" or other such implied machiavellianism. It's just a bunch of very rich old white men (or Middle-aged at the youngest), whose greed and stupidity created a hole that shouldn't have been there. And now a lot of people are very angry at them, and they don't know what they did.

But we know.

They might actually be financially psychopathic, or they just lack human empathy. Either way, their money infects politics, which means the rest of us poor buggers in the trenches (and we are in the trenches now) don't give a Rodent's hindquarters about politics.

But we should.

And if we can't take TO the streets, should we TAKE the streets? Should we work within the system, bring it down from inside? Power corrupts, operatives go dark, operatives go native...

Sorry, I have a Barbarian mentality. If there's badfolk needs smashing, then pick up the biggest axe/sword/battlehammer you can find and bust some heads. But this is the civilised world, and that don't work.

Or does it?

Maybe if that's all there is left for us. The problem is that these rich badfolk have BILLIONS between 'em, maybe even Trillions. Is there anyone out there that can resist that kind of money? Could we ever get a fair trial for the frauds that some of 'em have committed? Would they get off scot-free and do it again?

Or do we cross the Moral Event Horizon and subject them to the ultimate punishment?

I don't suggest we go around euthanising anyone who ever worked in a bank. As with the Occupy Movement, and all that associated... associatedness, 99% of people who work in banks are honest as the day is long. And I don't lightly suggest capping Bankers. Not their Bonuses, but they themselves. But they are SO rich, and quite possibly provably immoral, there's only 2 options. Lock 'em up and throw away the key, or let 'em argue fiscal policy with a Bullet.

 I'm not saying it's right, or even sane, but what else can we do with someone whose sole skill is with an ethereal system? They've gutted first-world Manufacturing for daring to want to treat workers like human beings, and when the next lot decide they want human rights, will they move production to Africa? And when Africans want Human rights, where then?

All I know is that Something is rotten in the world outside our windows, because of bad decisions by greedy old men. And they need to be held responsible for their actions, and suitably punished. I don't know what that punishment is, but I do know that it needs to happen. And they can't be allowed to call "Screw The Rules, I Have Money" either. And they'll try. But if we let them get away with it, they'll do it again.

And we can't afford that.