Firstly, lets start with an apology. If I'm gonna be honest, I've somewhat neglected this site over the past 2 weeks, not for any real reason, beyond a complete and utter lack of motivation to write. Normally it's really easy, and I'll be the first to admit that I am not the greatest writer in the world, and I do resort to calling you names just because, well, I can't think of anything else to say.
Well, maybe that isn't true. Over the past 2 weeks I've written about 7 articles - which is about normal - but, they have all been pig shit. As such they never saw the light of day - hell - I don't even know if they are still on my computer...
Anyway, eariler today, I found this blogpost on a new book called "50 Rules Kids Won’t Learn in Schools", it also lists some of the "rules" from the book.
I gotta admit - even though I am the fountain of all knowledge - I didn't know most of this. Yes, this is indeed a travesty, and yes, your God is indeed fallible.
However, this is no reason to stop praising to Scuzz 'pon High.
Instead, I encourage you all to go out and buy en-masse our little rubber friends, and celebrate the only way possible, with lots of sweaty, steamy fucking!
There's a well spread theory that anger makes the vision blurry and tinted, this has led to the presumptuous invention of the so-called "Red Mist." Nothing could really be further from the truth. Real anger sharpens the vision, brightens colours, heightens reflexes. Real anger is fear pushed hard enough to rebound upon its cause. Real anger is about survival, nothing more, it is what we turn to when running would no longer work...or indeed, has never been an option.
True berserker rage is considered the purest form of anger...the creature had never really understood this, did humans believe that you could measure the purity of anger simply by the number of deaths it had caused? Or did they honestly mix together those most opposite of elements, anger and hate? Hate was nothing, it was illogical, damaging, impure. The anger it gave rise to nothing more than rust-encrusted scrapings from the bottom of a dented barrel, oh hate has it's uses to be sure, there was nothing quite so good at manipulating people...but even there, even hidden in years old resentment that had been allowed to fester and grow, even there it had no choice but to call upon angers limitless reserves.
No...humans had never truly understood anger, best to avoid them altogether. It wasn't like they had ever needed it, even the most innocent of humans was constantly excreting a virtual tide of minor annoyances, irritations, jealousies, pet-hates, swallowed curses, uncomfortable seats, class-guilt, the list went on and on...
I would embed, but it breaks the site...fucking msnbc.
But beyond that, I have nothing more to say, Clinton has shot herself in the foot so many times - all of which he lists at the end of the video - that she now has no help in hell of winning the nomination. Very nicely said Olbermann, more American's need to listen to you.
"We can deal with this later" Said Josh, grabbing his Kris from a hook on the wall, drawing it shattering a hole through the frozen tent door, running out before the solid pieces of canvas had finished tinkling to the ground.
The others grabbed their assorted weapons, and followed suit, Stuart's voice sounding over the tannoy as they ran: "To Arms".
The sight that greeted them was one they thought they would never see again.