jayen aitch and a world gone nutso
Sigh...
So there I was, at Leeds station, with a mouth full of (by this point) flavourless chewing gum.
The answer of course was to get rid of it, but where to put it?
Of course, a bin in a train station will result in a horrific and brutal death for all passengers.
It stands to reason that bins are banned because Mr and Mrs Joe Terrorist are just bound to fill them with some manner incendiary device and blow us all up for the glory of [insert cause here].
When did the world get this nuts?
We can't Keep Britain Tidy, we're too busy trying not to die too much.
And to the horror of many around me, I can't bring myself to blame the terrorists.
Yes killing British people is wrong. I wouldn't disagree with anyone there.
But the answer isn't to bomb the countries we're being told to blame this week. They probably have nothing to do with it.
And the answer isn't to send the asylum seekers all packing. These are the people who are escaping the very same tyrants that we think are trying to blow us up, I really don't think they're the problem.
You see, while I deplore tactics which rely on (or are likely to cause) the loss of human life, it's not like I can drape my arm around the collective shoulder of (the last few centuries of) British Government and say "Why yes, we are blameless."
If I had some figures to hand, (some maths ability) and a calculator, then I could probably tell you the death-toll as a result of the foreign policy of the UK. The toll as a result of the foreign policies of other western countries. Of communist and former communist countries. Of Christian and Muslim countries. Of 'assorted other' countries.
If I had those figures I probably wouldn't put them up here because they'd be too depressing.
All those people killed, all that hate generated... and for what?
What a world is this?
The bins in our train stations now have families, mortgages, bills, and worries of their own.
They are people wandering around with lined faces and clear sacks slowly filling up with coffee cups, emptied cans of beer, and smaller plastic bags made from (possibly) middle eastern oil.
Our bins have their own identities, and you ought to say thank-you to as you throw things away.
How did we make this world? Sometimes I just find it all so ridiculous.
I want to shout at people... "put bins back in our stations" "stop covering your products with so much useless packaging" "don't bomb us" "don't steal from them" "don't assume that your way of doing things is right and that other people should be made to act/govern in the same way" "get along, at least a little, please".
But Conor has me beat, because my facility to tell people they are wrong has its teeth pulled by my own argument.
After all... "If you swear that there's no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you're right?"
But I am right.
...Sigh
So there I was, at Leeds station, with a mouth full of (by this point) flavourless chewing gum.
The answer of course was to get rid of it, but where to put it?
Of course, a bin in a train station will result in a horrific and brutal death for all passengers.
It stands to reason that bins are banned because Mr and Mrs Joe Terrorist are just bound to fill them with some manner incendiary device and blow us all up for the glory of [insert cause here].
When did the world get this nuts?
We can't Keep Britain Tidy, we're too busy trying not to die too much.
And to the horror of many around me, I can't bring myself to blame the terrorists.
Yes killing British people is wrong. I wouldn't disagree with anyone there.
But the answer isn't to bomb the countries we're being told to blame this week. They probably have nothing to do with it.
And the answer isn't to send the asylum seekers all packing. These are the people who are escaping the very same tyrants that we think are trying to blow us up, I really don't think they're the problem.
You see, while I deplore tactics which rely on (or are likely to cause) the loss of human life, it's not like I can drape my arm around the collective shoulder of (the last few centuries of) British Government and say "Why yes, we are blameless."
If I had some figures to hand, (some maths ability) and a calculator, then I could probably tell you the death-toll as a result of the foreign policy of the UK. The toll as a result of the foreign policies of other western countries. Of communist and former communist countries. Of Christian and Muslim countries. Of 'assorted other' countries.
If I had those figures I probably wouldn't put them up here because they'd be too depressing.
All those people killed, all that hate generated... and for what?
What a world is this?
The bins in our train stations now have families, mortgages, bills, and worries of their own.
They are people wandering around with lined faces and clear sacks slowly filling up with coffee cups, emptied cans of beer, and smaller plastic bags made from (possibly) middle eastern oil.
Our bins have their own identities, and you ought to say thank-you to as you throw things away.
How did we make this world? Sometimes I just find it all so ridiculous.
I want to shout at people... "put bins back in our stations" "stop covering your products with so much useless packaging" "don't bomb us" "don't steal from them" "don't assume that your way of doing things is right and that other people should be made to act/govern in the same way" "get along, at least a little, please".
But Conor has me beat, because my facility to tell people they are wrong has its teeth pulled by my own argument.
After all... "If you swear that there's no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you're right?"
But I am right.
...Sigh