DAY 48. Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough?..

English: Crystal methamphetamine

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 Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough, for you to make me a star? … Show me some cash, I’ll sell you my soul, pull my strings and I’ll go far.

Like that is going to happen. My cock to brain ratio is not up to celebrity. More cerebral palsy... A little like the anarchist movement in New Zealand. Once they gained anarchy, they would all vote left leaning centre parties back in Government to get their socialist welfare payments back.

Money is so ingrained that we, as a planet, are pretty stuffed. I remember reading an economics third year papers over his shoulder in the bus. Clauses like “after times of war or revolution there is [very positive economic outcomes for those fast enough to haul ass]” got me thinking that I am not that clever after all. Obviously a lot of other people in the world think the same.

It is about time we started another war. The president, he loves the idea. The Kremlin is a bit docile, we don’t even have to win the war. We just have to cut down the excess population. Maybe give the new “Job seeker benefit” people automatic weapons and a bag of crystal meth and put them on a one way North Korea Airline flight.

Don’t worry about demonstrators… Just pump up the drug supply. 

So, the bankers fucked us really. Oil companies will carry the can on this (chuck chuck). I feel governments will sue the oil companies in a few years. Like the tobacco industry, the oil firms will be charged with terrorism. What greater terror is there than the earth bloody well dying?

I put it to you that humans are not meant to live like this. This amount of stress, this amount of stimuli. Hell, even an old record playing on a stereo is more than most people had as external stimuli two centuries ago. And even then they would have down time. We don’t. 

So, the bankers fucked us, as nations. They used to give debt to the royals or the tsar, or whomever. He or she would go and get beheaded, never come back from some war (state sponsored theft really) or simply die from lead poisoning by using too much makeup. The banker would pay for the frigates, the armour, the whole expedition and be really pissed when the people in debt had the cheek to go and get cut into small bits or impaled on a large blunt pine tree.

But now they give debt to the nation via an elected government. This means that you and I have chosen our people to represent us. We now owe our share of all the borrowing. The only problem is, countries are not allowed to go bankrupt. A little like the way that “competition” works in modern capitalism. It is a smoke screen. There are only two or three companies in each category. And “competition watchdogs” mean that one company will never get big enough to have a monopoly. Thus ensuring we will never have to take ownership of the company as a country (people).

Countries… They will keep propping them up and starving populations until such time as they are broken, poor and grasping at straws. The healthy will leave, the corrupt may remain. Then your country gets taken over by Haiwai or similar telecommunications corporation for all the cheap labour. And as your country is in the middle of Europe, they no longer have huge shipping costs from the East coast of China to worry about. So no need to build super fast rail and road networks through fucked up places in the middle.

So the fucked up little places in the middle don’t get the “economic benefits” of having a road and rail run through them.

And they will sleep well at night. And live happily ever after.

Hand over a few shitty little Euro countries to China. Save the planet.

Start with Rome and the Vatican. You heard it here first.

How are you today NZFiend?

Why, thanks for asking.

No, really, I don’t give a flying fuck, I was just being pretend polite.

Ah, okay. Fair enough. Well, I slept really well actually. Have slept well this week. Feel really worn out most of the time. I think my mind over matter approach to stomach ulcer is paying off. Maybe. Just burped as I typed that. Reminder. Not. Flash.

At least you are not telling us in great detail about your poo’s any more…

Oh right you are. That is purely for medical reasons. Damn, made it twenty minutes after porridge and coffee… Back soon,………..

Oh christ NZFiend…..

Wow. Some consistency… Must be the extra fibre… 

OMG.

Sorry… That was worthwhile. I must be getting some nutrients in. I can tell as 
A) I am not dead/
B) I have actually put weight on in my stomach and love handle area
C) Some would have suggested I was a bit skinny anyway, so who gives a shit

You’re right there. I don’t give a shit at all.

Fair, I had a dream last night. Well, it was one of those awake dreams. Some guy (me) was selling off ways to fix the sea walls after the storm damage. This is news to me, as I really couldn’t give one single toss about the sea walls. But then, there I was, convincing people to bury their dead in the sea wall and then help with the concrete. They would hand over a thousand bucks, which would pay for the section of seawall, and we got rid of the cadaver. I did some nice stone work around the side and they got a little plaque with their names on it…. 

Very practical.

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