Today has not had the most
auspicious of starts. I find little human compassion in evidence on news of the
passing of Kim Il Jong.
Indeed, the event seems to
have created a backdrop for poor jokes over on facebook (“I didn’t realise Kim
was that Il”, for example). Dear FFE who
used to entertain us over here hinted in response to a suggestion that things
might improve in North Korea now, that should that occur then monkeys would fly
out of his ass. He did not specify a time frame, but I would advise you all to
keep up to date with Youtube postings over the coming weeks.
I was moved, also via the
medium of facebook to adjust my comments about wishing to see Nick Clegg punch
Cameron, by a friend of a friend who took up the position that Cameron needed
love and compassion. I said this: “Perhaps we should remember to be as
compassionate towards Slimy Dave as he is towards others, and in the spirit of
his legacy - no national health service, the education system perverted to the
creed of Wackford Gove, and generations of young people and innocent citizens
killed by his continued support of unjust wars on behalf of the petroleum
industry, I have changed my mind. No right uppercuts for him. Perhaps we could
arrange for him to be slowly kicked to death on Saturday night television,
providing that it is not shown on all channels so that those of us who abhor
violence can watch something more gentle.”
I now look forward to my
short drive to work, where I will be regaled by soppy seasonal shite and
cheerful updates on the world’s prospects for next year.
Are you ready for Christmas
yet?
5 comments:
Glad to see the mood of the times hasn't affected you. Perhaps going to war with France would help.
*watches tumbleweed roll by*
It wasn't me who scared the other commentators off.
'Oh yes it was.'
Oh, Vicus, I wish I'd thought of that headline! *kicks self* (don't have any animals or small children to kick)
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