Frith

Here we go again with another clone asking "Are you for real"? Heck, no, I'm a chimera, ask anyone.

"Your post makes no sense." Well, again, here we go, this time with yet another person who cannot understand metaphorical speech. These enormously humane personas crop up with the regularity of Brooklax to say the same things to me, year after year, and to voice those constrained Fabian like concerns, "Don't you love all of the people most of the time?" No I detest most of them all of the time. There is more to people than this attenuated universal suffering that must be addressed and experienced by twinning your city with a refuse heap in some godforsaken place called Buggerpotsooli where they hang their dinner up by the heels and have never heard of flushing toilets.

As for "ranting", the term has lost all sense of significance and is attributed to anyone who has an axe to grind, even when that axe is aimed straight at something that badly needs lopping off. Can't see past the cold comfort zone. Must love all people or the happiness fairies will get you and send you for re-programming.

Is this a left wing mantra? Does the government churn you out like little boiled sweets and wrap you all in things that say "Eat me, I'm good for you"?

How you can ask someone like me who has just delivered a ton of skunk dung onto the heads of the world's evil mindless cult obsessed environmentally impervious poop artists if I am for real is stunning. I'd want someone like me on my side if I were a dog tied to a wall in some dump that indulged in live art exhibitions. To hell with people. They are allowing it to happen and the people, who started the petition would want me on their side too because they hate what's happening and are asking us to help them do something about it, I must presume.

The rest of the bull-fighting, pig-sticking, fox-murdering, kiddy-fiddling, woman slaughtering gaggle that stands in for humanity at large can go hopping sideways. I'm with the dog and the protesters.