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#261: War

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As people remember ANZAC Day, also remember Winston Churchill. Due to his ignorance, intolerance, his lack of intelligence, military or otherwise, combined with his usual drunken incompetence, he treated a generation of Australians and New Zealanders like his own personal cannon fodder by insisting that they go forth to be massacred so that heroic English troops could land safely, drink cups of tea and avoid any hint of a fight. Remember also that 15% of all Australians killed in World War I died at Gallipoli.  So the next time some cretin mentions the Royal Wedding, or asks that we all salute the Queen today, remind them that, without the utter stupidity and thevattitude that all Australians were inferior because we weren't English, we'd not have ANZAC Day. I know which I'd rather.  And I have no issue with anyone who's gone to war, my issue has always been with the cowardly politicians and generals, those who sat behind the scenes and send children and young adult

#260: Happy Easter

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What the hell - I'm a Buddhist.  Have a good one peoples!

#259: Dirty Day

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If you must kiss me, then mean it Fuck me I’m depressed tonight. I hate getting old and having to deal with all this grown up big boy shit. I emailed a pal of mine today, who told me about her grandparents, sad story, but the usual one, one near death, the other has no mind. I have no words. Another chum of mine was nearly forced into a very illegal series of events as a close pal of his rode the horse once too often and is now paying the price. And to cap it all off, my niece will be spending her 15th birthday in hospital as she begins her battle with the Big C. So you can understand that, as I sat there this afternoon eating a shitty Subway, it took all of my willpower not to get up and urinate on the person behind me who was whinging because his girlfriend won’t suck his dick. I felt like screaming for him to find a real issue to complain about. Mind you, looking at him I can understand why she’d leave it alone, the skinny, pasty-faced waste of a decent sperm count. I e