Wednesday, 21 March 2012

String 'em up


When I was a young teenager, I used to drive my friends and relations mad by testing out ideas on them as if they were my own dearly held beliefs - just to see if any of them held water. I still do.

So I would calmly give my WW2 veteran uncles a lecture on communism and the evils of capitalism during the Christmas period, and - once or twice - a couple of them came close to an inconvenient heart-attack, or had to be physically pulled off me by their wives and daughters, whilst everyone else was trying to have a nice, peaceful time. In short, I was the classic pain in the arse.

During this time, I became a vegetarian - well, almost a vegan, actually - which had the same effect on the rest of my family as it did on my Christmas uncles. I didn't actually tell them it was wrong to eat meat or wear leather, but I must have exuded a 'holier than thou' sort of fragrance which came close to putting them off their turkey. I stayed a vegetarian until the age of 28 or so, when I decided that I could take on the responsibility for killing an animal for food, though I have so far avoided doing that, despite owning a small arsenal of weapons designed for just such a purpose.

After long and careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that - after the age of 16 or so - people don't basically change. I certainly haven't, which explains why you all got your virtual knickers in a twist when I tried to inspire some sympathy for the fat kid from Harry Potter in the previous post, caught drinking stolen Champagne and sentenced to a greater period of time in a basic prison than most paedophiles get for fondling the genitals of 5 year old children.

I suppose you could call it 'Devil's Advocacy', but in reality, I am still trying to work out what is right and what is wrong, whilst trying not to heed the screaming 'advice' given on the subject by Rupert Murdoch's red-top tabloids.

I prefer to think of this activity as the 'flea on the dog' irritation that was invented by another hero who lived about 1000 years before Jesus Christ - Socrates. I think that may be a bit presumptuous though, but it's ok to have heros in my book - depending on who they are.

I fucking hate clap-traps, and I fucking hate the sort of garbage put out from the moral high-ground by people who call themselves Christians, but behave like a lynch-mob. The same applies to atheist Socialists, and the same applies to out and out fascists as far as I am concerned too.

So you see, I am still a crazy, mixed-up kid.

18 comments:

  1. no, you're a buffet of political dish.

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    1. Hors d'ouvres, surely? This is just the beginning.

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  2. A crazy, mixed-up guy and pain in the arse. So why do I read your blog?

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    1. You tell me. They forced Socrates to drink poison, then regretted it later. Nuff said...

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  3. I'm a sort of Christian (whatever the f**k that means these days) but I judge people daily. Wrongly (mostly).

    It's a constant challenge not to and is part of being Uuman! Nothing's easy is it.

    I agree with you 100%. At a young age your world view seems set.

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    1. And what the fuck DOES that mean these days?

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  4. It means you believe in God, have a modicum of faith, you have love and compassion for your fellow Uumans, but you still like to perv at sexy women and enjoy a drink now and again.

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    1. So just the same as Catholicism, except the perving subject matter then?

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  5. I think people CAN change after when adults but that is only because mentally they are probably a little immature

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    1. Can you explain what that means? I didn't understand a word.

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    2. And are you using a Carl Sagan accent when you say 'Uumans'?

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    3. the above was meant for Chris, but my editing thing has gone haywire tonight - actually, it's just GONE, so if you want to insult me, now's the time. I cannot delete any comments at all right now.

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  6. when they get over 60
    that's when they really can fuck the world up
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    nicely put christopher

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  7. That's a very flattering portrait of Socrates; from what I understand, he was as ugly as sin. Not that 'sin' exists for moi; as you know, I'm a militant atheist.

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    1. That bust is an almost contemporary portrait taken from a bronze one they erected in Athens immediately after his 'execution', out of sheer guilt at having condemned him. The bronze one disappeared, but this one still exists, and hundreds of others were made from it.

      He was short and fat, cuckolded by his wife and loved to watch young lads running naked, so I guess it wasn't a sin in those days either.

      I don't mind militant atheists, it's militant cyclists I cannot abide.

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