When You Sit About
When you sit about and read about three soldiers who beat people in the groin and go back to their country and all they get is a telling off what are you supposed to do?
are you supposed to be happy, are you supposed to praise the BBC for reporting it? It just feels like one big bullshit dumpsite. They give us something to be angry about, we get angry. They give us something to be happy about we become happy. WHEN DO WE WIN???
The news has never felt so against us more than now. Michael Moore seems full of shit as i start to read dude where my country? he is like an episode of Big Brother. The man can not lie any more. He says ?he?s just a comedian? but he is more than that and what he says people take completely seriously so when he goes on a talk show in the US and then they question something he has said and answers it by saying ?i am just a comedian? where do things stand? everything seems as crooked as the world is in Numbers Six’s world.
all i can say at the moment is see Goodbye Lenin.
or get the soundtrack.
it seems to make more sense.
everything else doesn’t
especially love

drunken fool
Drunkard!
eh? Who are you?