I read an article in the swedish paper Aftonbladet today, that a swede by the name of Carl-Henric Svanberg has been appointed to save BP’s image….
How can we accept this? How can we accept the fact that they are just going to save their asses like that, They really don’t deserve that chance, neither does the mining company of the Chilean miners who were trapped in there for months, nor the Chinese oil company that is responsible for the even bigger oil spill in China, or all the other thousands of companies responsible for the deterioration and destruction of our planet and society. When did we begin to accept this?
I’m so sick of it, sick of being treated like shit and seeing the people around me being treated in the same way, And I can consider myself fucking lucky, I don’t live in a developing country, I can’t possibly grasp how the situation is in worse off countries. We are being raped in the ass, we are being overfed with lies and filth, we are a big fat consuming pig, constantly fed with bullshit until our bellies burst and we are replaced with another one, and i’m SICK OF IT. And it’s not just the big companies that do this, politicians do it all the time, hell, its their job, to lull us into a sense of comfort while they continue fuck us in the ass.
We are many, we are so many more than they, why do we let them fuck us over like this? We are stronger, in this so called democracy our votes are more, but theirs weigh more. How is that democratic?
I don’t know about you, but i’m not going to sit idly by while we are being perpetually trapped in a circle of assraping, I’m going to do like Marsellus Wallace in Pulp Fiction and go medievel on their asses.
If you don’t know who Lars Vilks is, don’t bother looking him up, he calls himself an artist, frankly, I’ve seen baboons paint better and with more meaning, he’s a nobody, but the reason he is famous now is because he depicted(if you could call it paint) the prophet Mohammad as a “rondellhund”(Roundabout dog, A dog made out of wood put in different parts of a City, mostly roundabouts, hence the name). And ever since, the Sunni muslims have been on his ass about it.
So today, Vilks had a lecture on art at the Uppsala University,why on earth anybody would invite him to talk about ART(and freedom of speech)is beyond me, No seriously, calling him an artist is an insult to everyone from Picasso to that kindergarten kid who loves to draw. Well enough about him, what we are really here to talk about is the muslim reaction to his retarded behaviour, they chose to fight fire with fire, retardness with retardness.
So Vilks begins his little act, to about 2 interested people and 20 angry muslims, He starts to show a video about islamic sexuality(homo I believe, anyone know?), HILARITY ENSUES.
Video of the festivities
(I can swear the cops in that video are the same ones that raided my house the other day!)
As you can see, Nothing severe really happened, A couple of younglings were apprehended by the police, one being charged for assaulting a police officer, that would be the guy punching the cop in the face while being wrestled down, gotta hand it to him, he has balls. Stupid fuck tho.
Vilks wasnt harmed in the rumble, several people were sprayed in the face with mace.
Heres my thought, I know that Sunni muslims are really strict about not depicting Mohammad in any way, while the Shi’a as far I know, dont really care, and have been known to accept respectful depictions of Mohammad, emphasis on respectful(infact, I believe the Qur’an says you shouldnt depict any of Allah’s creation). But come on guys, blowing up embassies and threathening people to death? On the internet we call that being “BUTTHURT”.
As for the situation in Sweden, you are just fueling the fire for the Swedish Democrats(the racist, nazi party), giving them more to work with, It’s like you want to get kicked out and go back to the undemocratic countries YOU FLED FROM. You are not winning sympathy for your cause this way, you are just instigating more hate.
I’ve lived with muslims all my life, I have muslim family, and I don’t want the actions of inbred, retarded muslim extremists and radicals to have impact on the lives of those that have done no wrong. I hate religion in all its forms, but what I hate more is extremism to this degree, its bullshit warmongering for the sake of war. A war against
Situation is this, provocateur Vilks provokes with paintings he shouldnt really be doing, just because they suck so bad and are simply provoking, provoked extremists respond with violence, spawning more violence, spawning even more violence, engulfing the world in a perpetual whirlpool of hate, good job!
If maths is your thing, here is a simple equation that explains everything.
William Thorn had always been a good boy, he didn’t hang with the trash from the Harbour, nor the street urchin from the city. When he was a little boy London had been a flourishing, beautiful city full of helpful people and a nice enviroment. His father had been a shoemaker for the upper class and they always had food on the table. But by his 23rd birthday London had been completely industrialized, thick, dark smog filled the streets of London. William had already married and opened up a shop of his own, a bookstore. But the smog that killed so many each year made the enviroment sad, an opposite of the London William remembered from his childhood, and it drove him to the brink of insanity from time to time, he hated it, but he told no one. Then one fateful day, he had to let loose of all the anger built up inside of him, it felt like everyone was nabbing at him today, even his loving wife. Just as he closed up show and was on his way home, he sees Roswell, the multimillionaire entrepeneur, a synonym for murderer in Williams mind. Roswell was on of the most atrocious businessman in the London area, and there he was all by himself, whistling on a tune, William knew what had to be done, he was close to his home so he went in, sneaked past his wife sleeping in the bedroom, went up the attic, and found what he was looking for, a dagger of indian decent, a highly exotic knife called a Kadhjar his dad had said, it had been a gift from a wealthy noble, but his father had no use of it, and had given it to William with a note on it where it said”Be careful” written on it. He took the blade and quickly went out into the street again, trying to hide the oversized knife as best he could. He scurried a bit until he found Roswell. William had much hate for Roswell, not only had he fired his wife without reason, there was also talk of her being molested by Roswell, tho she spoke nothing of it, but by far what made William Thorn hate Roswell was because it was his factories that created the smog, the INSUFFERABLE SMOG, he hated it with such passion!
He was close now, he could hear Roswell breathe, his heart was pumping, the adrenaline was flowing!
One, two, it was do or die now, THREE!
Williams hand moved automatically against Roswells left side, puncturing his lung, a big red wound on his jacket, Roswell tries to scream, but to no avail, his blood flowed on Gatesides cobbled streets. William was in shock, why was he holding a bloodstained Kadhjar in his hand, and why was there a man dying before him, drunken slurring voices from around the corner bring him back to earth, and William started running, running as hard as he could, down to the docks…
That was one(huge) part of a short story I wrote in the 8th grade, and I was really surprised at how good it was compared to what I can produce now, Have I lost my creative writing growing up?
I’m thinking about rewriting it a bit and finishing it, and it has once again sparked my interest in writing stories, another major factor for that was that I recently bought two of John Green’s books, Looking for Alaska and Will Grayson Will Grayson(the latter written with David Levithan) further fueling my passion for writing. If you havent read them I suggest, nay I command you to go buy them both, THEY ARE AWESOME.
Let me know if you want me to publish the complete short story on the blog.
Relationships, be it friendly ones or romantic ones, are not easy, take advice from one as old as I am(Oh yeah, I’ve turned 20 now, death is right around the corner for me folks). I’ve always found it funny how many of my friends come to me for advice on relationships, when I’m by far the most inexperienced one when it comes to successful relationships, mine as the title says, Is a series of failed ones, mostly my fault too(I’ve had 2 if you are wondering, and no im not going to talk about them)
It’s not that I’m a bad boyfriend or lover(I think?) but this is a problem I’ve found many guys encounter.Now, I don’t want to be a masochist pig right now but girls, we can’t read your fucking mind, we don’t know what you are thinking, or that when you say something it means the opposite, what is this? “the opposite game” Fuck that.
If you would just speak your fucking mind, there would be no failed marriages, now maybe that our fault for oppressing women for as long as we did back in the day, but hey, change has come! Just look at what we’ve accomplished with Barack Obama(Let the shitstorm begin), next we will be seeing a woman as president of the US, trust me.
But seriously, most men are not susceptible for those subtle vibes you female folk emit from your bodies, speak your mind and don’t expect us to follow your every step, unless your man is pussywhipped zombie without a mind of his own, he will disagree with you.
This is NOT your favorite romantic comedy movie
This is NOT your favorite romantic novel
This is life, and when two personalities connect, however matching there will be a crash, just like atoms, and sometimes that crash is a good thing and sometimes it isn’t. Deal with it.
I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out(Bill Hicks anyone?)
Anyway, that’s just my advice to you ladies out there who expect more of us men than is possible, we are simple creatures, we just want to be loved, just like everybody else.
Since I have nothing of interest to speak about I’m just going to post some fun pics I’ve found this week.
Starting of with this funny yet serious p0litical satire, credit to the artist.
So true it hurts.
And this, oldie but goldie.
And lastly a picture from the archives, me as a little kid, having no worries, not bound by any laws or ethics, free as a bird. Those days will be missed /nostalgia
I was a cute kid.
Thats me on the left, and my bestest friend in the whole wide world(still is) to the left.
Ah, The good old days.
And I realise most blogs/tweets and status updates right now are about the healthcare bill being voted on right now, I say, America is stupid to even think of universal healthcare as a bad thing, for goodness sake, when has it ever been wrong with fair and free treatment. It’s truly a challenge for me to understand a world without universal healthcare, I’ve had it all my life, without it my parents would have probably been completely broke and we wouldnt have a home right now, not to mention Internet. So
Throughout this past year, I have become quite the movie buff, I’ve seen many movies in my days, but never in the frequency as I do these past months.
Therefore I often find similarities in plotlines and dialogue, as I’m sure many others before me have, there are those “in your face” types of quirky things you can find, but I try to find the very cream of the crop.
Oh well here it goes, todays topic is Swords.
In the genre fantasy and historical(such as medieval or ancient Greece), we will probably(pretty much surely) come across some bitchin’ sword fights and shiny tools of destruction. One thing I’ve noticed about movies such as these are that, if our “hero’s” sword or weapon is not a decisive part of the movie(i.e Excalibur) it will most likely be, quite common, whilst our antagonist or “bad guy” will most likely have a bad ass motherfucking monster of a sword.
Examples of this are as follows.
Damodar from Dungeons and Dragons(Don’t judge me, it’s the most recent movie I saw with this in it!), altough not the major antagonist, he played a key role and wielded an awesome sword.
Damodar
Prince Malagant, from the movie “The First Knight” had a pretty badass sword, of course it was no match for Richard Gere’s regular sword.
Prince Malagant and his gruesome looking sword
And it’s not only the swords, it’s also awesome armor, mostly black and studded.
I can think of countless other examples, but why is it that directors and writers want to give these antagonists such, for lack of a better word, power, the power to instill fear in others, I think it’s because they want the heroe’s struggle to be somewhat like David and Goliath from that little fairytale called the Bible, in any case, sometimes it feels stupid, because in video games for example when you get to take on the role of a champion or hero, you often have epic weapons and armor, making any challenge easy peasy, putting the difficulty in solving problems and not sword fights.
Anyways, these are just things I find particularly odd in movies, I will probably do more of these in the future, in conclusion, If I was in a movie like this, I would definitely want to be a bad guy.
I haven’t mentioned Haiti in this blog before, and with good reason, all that needs to be said has been said, Haiti needs help, even before the earthquake Haiti was plagued by poverty. Needless to say pretty much every charity jumped on the Haiti bandwagon immediately, helping out as best they could, and money is pouring in from all places. Then comes this:
A remake of the “famous” We are the world” song written by Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson. Now, I sincerely hate most of these charity singles, it’s an abomination on the music industry. But this one took the fucking crown for being the most appalling and utterly disgusting piece of shit, ive seen and/or heard in my entire life, BAR NONE.
Let’s start with the obvious part, putting the late Michael Jackson in the video, clearly still profiteering on his death. Sure, it can be considered a nice gesture since he wrote the song, but come on, leave the guy/girl alone for crying out loud, and by the way, he’s been dead for a year now, leave it the fuck alone.
And, now, the part that made me lose it for real, the fucking rappers…….
Really? In the midst of most of our generations best vocalists(Make no mistake, I have respect for the better part of them) you are going to put Lil’ fuckin’ Wayne, and T-Pain the god damned autotune guy? And the horrible rap part, I puked a little in my mouth, Not to mention it fucking sucked ASS, It had the most generic lyrics ever made.
We all need somebody that we can lean on
when you wake up look around and see that your dreams gone
when the earth quakes we’ll help you make it through the storm
when the floor breaks a magic carpet to stand on
we are the World united by love so strong
when the radio isn’t on you can hear the songs
a guided light on the dark road your walking on
a sign post to find the dreams you thought was gone
someone to help you move the obstacles you stumbled on
someone to help you rebuild after the rubble’s gone
we are the World connected by a common bond
Love the whole planet sing it along
Ultra-fucking-fail.
The only redeeming part of the whole thing was Wyclef Jean, a real Haitian, and I think I saw that Haitian guy from Heroes, not much of a pro to tip over the scale.
All of the money that was put into the making of the song and video could have easily been put into doing actual work in Haiti, sending in people who can help, but fuck that right? Let’s make an already horrible song into a fucking horrendous shitfuck of a video, put it up on YouTube, and get afuckton of views, and then maybe, MAYBE someone will give to the cause.
My friends, sleep continues to elude me until the wee hours in the morning, at around 6 or 7 AM I can finally fall asleep if I am lucky, My little Zen mp3 player(because, fuck iPod) is my saving grace from the horrid silence in my dark room. I can’t stand it, my mind just wanders away, keeping me up all night, so I listen to music.
Now, I have many tracks on my player, but there is one in particular that really captures the mindset of being awake all through the night. It’s has become pretty mainstream but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Fireflies by Owl City, apart from being a very good tune one sentence in the lyrics really hits close to home, the part when he sings
“Why do I tire of counting sheeps, when I’m far too tired to fall asleep”
Really spot on in the lyrics department. Do you like Owl City – Fireflies?
Until next time, I’m THE-GUY-WHO-CAN’T-FUCKING-SLEEP.
Many may object, but I think that my decision in this matter is the right way to go, the arguments towards it are heavy and logical, but my decision is final, I believe it will bring joy to the world, it is will end wars, it will stop famine and poverty, it will unite the world it’s simply THE RIGHT THING TO DO!
For all of humanity!
My friends, the reason I should rule the world is that I would…
So, J.D Salinger is dead, one of the worlds most recognized authors, most notably for writing the book in the title “Catcher in the Rye”, the tale of a troubled teen named Holden Caulfield, a character millions of teenagers around the world can relate to, and in my personal opinion, one of the best characters ever written. For some “the Catcher in the Rye” is a rite of passage, I, myself found it a very good book at the time of reading it, at the time not even realising the huge impact the book has had on so many lives as well as my own.
Many people often forget how being a teenager was, heck even I at my mere 19 years(going on 20) find it hard to remember the feeling, that sinking feeling of not wanting to grow up, J.D Salinger, even though considerably older than myself, was able to “catch” that feeling so well.
Tonight, I will open up my dusty old version of the book, and read it all over again, to once again experience the feeling of being a teenager.
And it’s a shame people will not mourn the loss of J.D Salinger the same way they mourned the loss of M.J or the likes but some people will, but he is still one of the best writers in modern literature and will continue to be so.
John Green with a fitting tribute to one of his inspirations.
Sleepless nights and pillow fights. 
