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2003-05-01

This is what the epilog comments about the recent war has driven my to practically scream. In type nonetheless.

Stop this right now. I can’t take it anymore. All this damned talk about good guys and bad guys. It is an imaginary division that we make in order to justify certain actions. There are not bad guys and good guys. The idea that there are persons that’s paragons of virtue is a fairy tale. The actual existences of such persons are rare unless they have the mental age of a three-year old child. After that humanity kicks in and we learn how the world works. I try not to be cynical here, but the world is a shit-hole. It really is. And the proper way to fix the problems is not to divide everything into a black-and-white spectrum and settle for short-term solutions.

Another thing is that while there might be people who are nice, friendly and boy scout material 24-hours a day, seven days a week — I give them exceptions for the Easter, when they’re allowed to wallow around doing immoral acts of drinking hard liquor — none of them can be politicians or high government officials. You know why? They’re the scum of the earth. They suck the blood out of living mammals and settle their differences with duels where they hit each other with crying babies. No matter what they use for excuses, their actions are tainted with the deep dark tar of greed and covered in the ash of crumbling decease. Objectively speaking.

Countries are even worse. Nirvana doesn’t exist and the closest we can get to Shangri-la is when we might get a glimpse of the computerised special effect version on Kung Fu - the sequel. It contains a lot of smoke and sucks even more than the rest of the series.

Thank you. I’ll leave politics alone now, until the next time that is.