Me Against Against Me

Welcome ladies and gentleman, welcome. Welcome to ‘Back and To The Future’ – the blog which has been RUBBISH this week.

 

My apologies to all for the poor week we’ve had in blog-land. It’s been a bit of a shocker.

 

Buoyed by an upturn in mood, and clarity of mind, I am happy to announce that shitty entries shall be no more, and the fun and fancy free David is back. All hail my triumphant return!

 

In the midst of the mire and the dark, I have been struggling with the idea of moving, before finally deciding to pull the plug today. Something didn’t feel right, and whether it is a case of the place, the person, or something inside of me, it’s better not to force myself into something I don’t want on some level.

 

But this needs to be sorted fairly sharpish, as I can’t go on where I am. It’s really not healthy.

 

In other news, people are idiots.

 

You know what really, really, really, really pisses me off? People who use text language or any other reference to internet-based language in real life. ‘Lol’ is right up there. People who use ‘lol’ should be shot in the face with a cannon. But, it’s become so popular, and so widespread, that whenever I receive an email, text, or Facebook message containing this abomination, I just accept it, and move on.

 

But things have clearly gone too far, and I am drawing the line.

 

Here: ­­­­­­______________________________________________________________

 

Line drawn.

 

Someone who I have not spoken to in nearly two years, and who shall remain nameless because she is clearly (a) brain-dead, and (b) I am inclined not to open her up to international ridicule, has just sent me an email with no introduction, no salutation, and no farewell, just one word:

 

‘poke’.

 

Poke. Fucking poke. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!?!?! I swear to God, Santa, or whatever fictional character you believe in, that the world is going to come to a sad, limp end with these people populating the world of future generations. I may have the worst grammar on Planet Earth, but at least I can string together a group of words into a sentence.

 

But poke? Fucking poke?!?!?!

 

When I’m Prime Minister, I’m going to bring in laws that require you to get a licence to bring children into the world, so that we can breed out idiots, and create a race of super-Brits; a people generically engineered to live a life of family values, stability and are able to say something more than FUCKING POKE!

 

Ok, I needed to get that off my chest. Thanks for listening.

 

I don’t know where all this anger has come from today – maybe it’s because I’ve spent all morning listening to Against Me (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Against_Me) – an awesome punk band, whose most recent album, New Wave (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Wave_(Against_Me!_album) is utterly brilliant – and was voted #9 of the Top Albums of 2007 by Rolling Stone magazine. It’s quite heavy going, but so very, very good. And, in ‘White People for Peace’, it contains probably the best protest song written since ‘Fortunate Son’ by Creedence Clearwater Revival. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortunate_Son_(song))

 

Have a listen:

 

 

Well, that’s me done for today folks. I hope you enjoy Against Me – if you liked the song above, check out this one too:

 

 

And I shall be back tomorrow

 

Until then,

Closed Box

 

Tags: Against Me, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Facebook, Fortunate Son, Lol, White People For Peace