Not My Problem!!

Being considered intelligent is about as much good as being praised for having a large bladder. No matter the amount of space, you're still full of piss.

I don't know what Justin Beiber's new haircut is like and it's killing me. Well no, more a pity its not killing him. Assad is really going to have to pull the big guns out if war in Syria is to compete with that hot bit of news.

Things not to do on my holidays...well, talk about them for one. Having to recall what you did for your holidays is such a jaw-breaking yawn. Anyway I still am on holiday, unless something comes to mind.
Nothing has, but you gotta be interested enough for that to happen. Bored, bored, bored at the minute.

What not to do on your holidays...Go to Blarney Castle? Actually that's a good one. Go there, stand in the pissing weather to kiss a bit of stone that will give you the gift of the gab. Do you see the queues linining up at this place? That's a lot of people with the gift of the gab, I don't think they've thought about how fucking noisy that will be. Anyway there is something which can make you talk a lot of constant shit. It's called cocaine and it's not recommended so why is this?

So you go there, pay your money, stand in a queue in the rain and then are lowered over a sheer drop to kiss a stone window lintel. Not the expected at all. Why's it over a sheer drop? What are they saying here? The ones who just plummet to the ground keep the talking numbers down? In what twisted way did this become a guarantee that you'll become a noisy asshole? Of course, not the stupidest idea in human history...

The stone itself has a big wet patch where all the kissing happens. So you kiss the stone and you get the gift of the...facial herpies. Went to the Blarney Stone, kissed it and now genital warts are springing up on my face. Don't know how that happened and the swellings make it difficult to speak. Not as bad as when you get them on the back of the throat of course, but not sure what sort of gift that is really.

Y'know, let's cut through the crap and say right here, that being a chatty sort is way overrated. Ok, you're able to make small polite talk, yeah yeah, and so you're a more attractive person and all that. But then if you are so quick to chat then you transmit your thoughts the minute you think them. They never are given the deeper thought and consideration they require by internal perusing. You are far more the interesting person if you give great thought to it. I can say that as it bigs me up loads. I tell you, you are more a person of consequence if you talk less, think more.

Kind of like eat less, shit more, but for the modern age. Back to the jacuzzi.



Bisson

The feeling that you're being fucked and it isn't even nice?

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh!!!!

Trying to have a holiday here! As predicted there is something that pissed me off enough to have to come back! Now look I wanna relax, then I start bitching again, that was the plan.

But guess what?! The cocksuckers of the Secret Rulers of the World have decided to announce some fresh stroke to make life even more worse for all and sundry. Especially when it doesn't need to be.

Benefit reform...

Yeah, seriously that is the great idea! Now this shower of useless bastards couldn't even hit a barn door with a double bass but are in charge of finding the money that their mates lost for us five years ago and now we, for some reason, have to pay back even though WE DIDN'T FUCKING LOSE IT. Oh and there's more! Haven't a clue who we're actually paying back now. Usually you have a good idea of your debtors when they turn up at the door with baseball bats and a rottweiler. But we owe all our money to...goodness knows who! Don't imagine that the Coalition knows either. Especially as NO FUCKER VOTED FOR THEM.
Yes, this collection of well off, middle class morons are now the judge and jury of who gets what money where. Not that they're any good at the jobs they do, far too incompetent for that.

You get to be minister of work and pensions because you followed the Prime Minster into the toilets and wanked him off in such a way that the gobule of congealed semen in his knob was finally evacuated, hitting the ceiling with a satisfying plop. Do it again next year and you might be made Health secretary.

So a rich elite employ these scumbags to make the poor even more worse off...welcome to the wonderful world of human values.

Still old Iain Duncan Smith says that he could live on 53 pounds a week. The cunt won't though. And he wouldn't have the first fucking clue how to anyway, though his butler might have a vague notion. He used to be party leader...you can see how well that went...

Now they did say that this will encourage people back into work. Oh, there's jobs then are there? No, but it will get people off their books and it'll look better at the end of the year. Well, if it's going to get people back into work then the job I want is work and pensions secretary. No, make that Prime Minster. I have some great ideas where to get money. Asset-stripping Eton College would just be the start of it. If I fuck up, they're all doing that and getting huge pay-packets for it, so who'd notice?

Of course we should be realistic here. The world is no better than it was centuries ago, just the Elite are more likely to hide what they're doing now as they stop their unending quest to do us all to miserable deaths.
Does anyone care? Prime example of whether they do or not is if a facist is elected manager of a football team and surrounding humanity will then respond along the lines of:
"Aye, well I dunt mind if he's persecuting them fellas, just as long as we stay 8 points up in the championship...". Give 'em a big hand folks or a straight arm salute.

Urh. Gonna get back to hols now. Some folks said I don't have a patriotic bone in my body. Not so, I remember I went to a tropical island some time ago and was sitting on the beach, having a few cocktails when the local ladies volleyball team started practicing nearby. I can't remember what that island was called but I would have given my life for those girls, for those three hours or so. How patriotic can you get?



Bisson

Not so much a turd, as a way of life

You think it's easy being Bisson? You think it's easy to sit here and write this unreasonable shit that you never bother your arse to read? Can you even conceive the amount of bad karma each word gets me here. No ya don't and you don't give a shit. Neither does the rest of the planet...but who are the heartless bastards then? Easy, you lot without a shadow of a doubt. I, at least, care.

As a dedicated follower of my own entrails as most a poet is wont to google...
Not really. I wouldn't even google an aflame nose snotter to find out where it is, to piss on it to put it out. Nah, tell you what it is, Ol' Bish is going to treat himself to a bit of quiet peaceful time over Easter to let his senses breathe again and find harmony. Don't worry, I'm sure you useless shower of heartless bastards will piss me off into writing again. It's the only thing you have a gift for.

Bit o'housekeeping before I take to my swimming pool...

I saw in the Daily Record some outrage about a female teacher having sex with a 17 year old male pupil. It was considered a scandal and it is a scandal! Not the shagging, but the bullshit moral outrage surrounding it. How dare the human race puff it's chest up and declare this to be wrong. Sex between two consenting adults? Yeah, shit one there.

Let me tell you this; if you morons continue to run about squawking about female teachers having sex with their male students then female teachers are LESS LIKELY to have sex with their male students. Fuck you! You are so bloody apathetic and let wars and economic collapse happen, but you'll only rouse yourselves for this kind of bollocks. Have you any idea how many hot female teachers there were at school and how ol' Bisson could have shown them a good time, which I have a talent for. I HATE seeing talent wasted. Yeah, because of you self-righteous fucks, they wanted to savour my talents but were too scared of being caught by the Daily Record. Bisson was a talented 17 year old pupil and very much wanted to fuck the hot female teachers in his school. But NOOOO, war is good, sex between teacher and consenting pupil 'baaad'.
Baaaaaa, why don't you fuck off you useless sheep and stop bleating pointlessly. Stop wasting talent with your bollocks. Stop your moralising crap, I'm trying to get laid here. Hot female teachers need a good seeing to!

I was speaking to Louis from Lisburn recently who felt my take on guns and gun nuts was unfair. America needs it's guns! You're right, Louis from Lisburn. Though I was just pointing out that without guns, the Yanks would be too bloody lazy to pull off the mass murders they commit every year and in the writing of the constitution, nobody saw the advent of automatic rifles. They proposed the right to bear arms concerning guns that stopped working in damp weather. Plus it wasn't in the original constitution, they had to amend it when they realised they hadn't covered everything first time around.

But that's old news and I agree I need a better argument. For you, dear Louis of Lisburn, here's a new proposal for the gun nutter problem;

Instead of banning guns and assault rifles, what you do instead is stop educating kids in the United States. Now, that sounds a very American solution, but in fact my idea is more complicated than that. What will be done is that ALL children in the United States leave the country and receive an education in other countries like the UK or Australia until the age of 18 when they have the right to return if they so wish. Not being in the U.S will keep them safe from nutcases with easy access to guns. Sure there are lunatics in other countries but they aren't able to get guns as easily; the sale is more restricted and the mentally unstable have a tough time getting their hands on guns outside the U.S. The kids will be taught in a safer environment and will return to the U.S with a fresh, more intelligent and less reactionary attitude. Outside America, this is easily attainable despite appearances.

Of course there will be blubbing. Many kids will be sad at having to go but at the same time are more adaptable to change than intransigent adults and will accept that their elders are too emotionally constipated about guns to raise and teach them properly and thus have forced this situation upon them. Any adults blubbing, well hey, you still have your guns don't you? What are you fucking crying for? Your kids are safe, they are far away from your non-existent gun laws. If you don't want to see your children sent overseas don't bloody have them in the first place! That will reduce the huge human population strain our finite planet is suffering under. When the kids do come back they will have a fresh attitude towards guns and finally some change will happen. Everybody wins.

I'm still not sure what we have guns for. We don't get attacked by other animals unless we go looking for them and to do that is just stupid. Alien invasion? Guns aren't going to be much use against beings who have the ability to travel faster than the speed of light. All I can think of is to protect ourselves from other humans, in which case we're fucked as a species. Of course we're not a species. We're more like a plague.

Anyway, going to let all you dozy cunts carry on this pointless and inevitable fall into nothingness, which is entirely self created. If an asteroid hits, the world will not end, but humans will cause the end of the world.

Time to rest, relax and put the feet up some. Sweet!



Bisson

Ach-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!

Who loves the sun? Well I don't see it out today, motherfucker.

Belfast has become the bide-a-wee refuge for waifs of a disagreeable manner according to a last Banana of mine. I'll admit I threw my toys out of the pram something proper and howled more like a nappy wearing wee shit when there was no-one there to pick them up. The cure for all hurt and sobbing feelings is to wind your neck in, here in Belfast. Fuck if only Freud had lived here. He could have just told all the emotionally hurt and mentally disturbed persons he tried to heal, to 'wind their necks in' and saved himself hours of work. The last word in caring and compassion. Actually that's only the second last. The real last word here is to 'go fuck yourself.' We care, we really do.

In fact after my howl, one pal who had sought greener fields outside of the city got in touch. Why have we left Bisson he said. Have you checked your deodorant recently? Ah, no I haven't and when I did...oh, fuck me!
That said unpleasant smells have much use in the political and financial sector. With my stench there could be a revolution coming on. Not now though, I wanna shower.

But this ain't why I called you here today, my dear, devoted fuckwits. I'm here to name and shame a vile seam in our pretty Abounding amongst those who live in Ballfast or applied for cityside admission many moons back when is the human form known as the 'Trendy'.

We've covered this before or mentioned it, but I figgered a bit of clarification was needed to properly understand this creature.

What is a trendy?! Well a trendy can be, as said a town or country person. Bah...Who also fancies themselves as a poet, artist, musician, liberal ecologist...Aw fuck! Eurgh, I'd rather have gonorrhea!

Now just the job description is bad enough, but there's more. The trendy finds themselves a stance and poses in a very cool, yet very caring way as they do in all aspects of their life. They bring you love. Except when you don't quite match their standards and then they cold shoulder you and would leave you to die in the outer darkness, if you were dying and they had some outer darkness.

Is this a crime? No it is a way of life for many, many, many people in this six county dump masquerading as a political enigma. Those you will meet are but a few of thousands of trendbots, ready to envelop all existence as we know it, like a new spring range at GAP.

Here's another example of the trendy nature. Firefly...or Serenity...or Serene Firefly or whatever the fuck you call it. Well it was a sci-fi show by Joss Whedon (oh help!) who had done the 'with-it'* and unfunny 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and was now doing the with-it but unfunny and rather quite incomprehensible bollocks show set on the good ship 'Firefly'...or 'Serenity'...or Whateverthefuck...and the people on it were the last hope of something which was hopeless but now had hope in the face of something which didn't exist which is hopeful in itself but really quite hopeless. Anyway the show was cancelled and the lead guy went on to a better pay check in a show that wouldn't get cancelled for being a load of wank.

Ah so fucking wot you say and you're right. But the trendies found this show on whatever late night channel was pimping it out to a late night hospital audience or whatever. They found it and instantly saw the brilliance in it that had escaped everyone else. It became their cult show, the obscure thing that they were clever enough to find. Except that all the trendies had to know about it so it wasn't that obscure anymore. And when it got axed they had something to bemoan the loss of, show how much better their judgement was compared to the TV people and ring their hands in memory of what could have been. A bunch of pretentious fucks flying around space in a load of pretentious gobbledegook? Ohh the possibilities! Maybe the big appeal was they did a lot of recycling onboard and exciting missions where they cancelled Third World Debt on Neptune.

What could be worse? Thanks to trendies, Kings of Leon have an audience and their horrible, shitty music is piped around the place to torment the rest of us. Without trendies there would be no Starbucks. Apple Mac would be an obscure company that operated way back in the 80s. Ashton Kutcher would have no career. Trendies have given so much to make the world a gloomier place and therefore we have much to despise the fucking assholes for. And yet they are the majority, the ones we seek vindication from. When really we shouldn't.

The trendies and all their associated sychophants will no doubt turn their backs to all you who disagree and seek to puncture their egos. But then think about it. Not really that bad a thing...World still turning? Check. Loads of cool wonderful things in life to charm the senses. Check. Yep, sorry trendies, you and your moronic opinions, it turns out, aren't actually needed here. We manage just fine without you. Fuck off then.



Bisson




* 'With-it'. Def: Attempt to be cool and completely knowing in what your doing, when in fact all you are producing is a load of cunt.

This is Horseshit!

Y' know I want to have a gander at a subject that has been referenced, touched upon, shouted hopelessly at in the dark vastness of night and created much bad vibes and karma and yet has come to have an all important need to be dispelled for the dangers it presents to those who believe in it, the general waste of time it represents and the fact that on all levels it is bollocks.

I of course refer to what a woman wants in a man. As a civilian Leo, my ego permits me not to lie down and accept this state of affairs as it is. The wounded leonine will claw at that which pains it, but knows well enough to strike at the falsehood, not the effect. But enough of this high-falutin' as I never moved beyond miming on the recorder, never mind the flute, well...

What do women want? Well, ignore all the stuff you've been told over the years about women wanting poets, musicians or artists. Nevermind that they want somebody sensitive, that particular load of old stale tripe got shot down decades ago. No, artistic types are all really keen for a while but you wouldn't bet the rest of your life on them. The handsome, cold shoulder types last a bit longer but unless they're prepared to give up on this artistic nonsense, well, where's the security eh?  Where's the love? Love is all around us, you just won't find it in relationships.That is the falsehood there.

Hang on let's shake it up here so we're all sitting a bit more uncomfortably. How about a dose of 100% reality amongst all the fiction and bollocks which I have made up...well, nearly reality. Gives the appearance of reality there...

As much as I complain about women's choices in terms of the male heffalumps they go for...True on many occasions there is the pained cry of "Yikes!! Him????!!!!"

But there are things to be borne in mind. Firstly, we all have this perfect image of ourselves until proven spotty and 'orrible. In civilian life I am no exception. In that case, mine is 10 x 10; ten stone lighter and ten years younger. So it is quite a shock when I look in a mirror...

"Augh!! It's one of those fat bastard slobs who steal all the great women!!"

It is only after I have punched this overweight slob and stare uncomprehendingly at my splintered knuckle that any sort of realisation sets in...

Having a good civilian memory for certain things hurts as well. The slights you remember as if they just happened. So sharp and real, it tends to be:

"Mutter, grumble, unfair..."

Which needs and indeed should be followed by:

"Dude! That was ten fucking years ago!"

"Actually it was 20, leave me alone...Sniff."

Heh.

Selective civilian memory is where YOU forget the bits where YOU fucked up.

"I did that?! What a dick! I don't remember...ah well."

Then 2 minutes later, the civilian turns and it's:

"How cruel the women are to a sweet guy like me. Fucking...misogynist rant and etc, etc."

Of course it is so cruel to yew, civilian Bisson. You and Pol Pot just never got the breaks eh?
So I'm a cyber dick and a civilian dick. What a catch! Why are the good ones still single?

In my defense, my QC crys: "Ah but he has a bit of zip to him though! Poet, interplanetary dreamer..."

Yeah. Not the sort of guy to go around Tile Market on a Saturday though or raise a kid or converse politely in polite company about polite things. Not really stable, reliable, improving or growing...all the sort of schnizzle women need. That is why they go for the guys with the pronounced eyebrows who moo at the TV.

Dopes then? Yeah but you can RELY on them! 100% guaranteed sperm donor and shopping assistants. The final word in 'lady-nip'.

Raising kids? My idea of that is to tie a kid to a flagpole and raise it to the top where it's out of the way and not bugging me. Child protection and the feminine population would not appreciate this in the slightest, though I might be in with the chance of pulling a fleg protester with that one.

Yes, for the civilian as Frank Zappa so acutely observed; as you try to impress them with your interplanetary dreaming, you will be easily overtaken in the dating stakes by the dope who goes 'Moo'.
Frank put it much better though. Basic lesson is the same as in true.

So are we all learning anything? Probably. Maybe the lesson we can take today is put neither gender on a pedestal. Men and women are equally fucked up. Heh!



Bisson

A day in the life of your cock-warmer

Funny, well not really.

Odd then that we get the suggestion to cut taxes and cut welfare spending come from some of the wealthiest politicians. Dr Liam Fox et al, who have never really felt the bite of having to be on benefits, very swiftly being fast footed through palatial surroundings, palatial schools and then a smooth progression into a good job that is already waiting for them, without really having to think about it.

I mean, you don't even have to be good at anything to be a politician. A deep belief in total ideological wank is all you need. Dunno what Dr Liam Fox is good at. Never let the cunt have a look at my appendix anyway. It's sitting in a jar in City Hospital, but he still ain't getting a look at it. Twerp would probably break it. Why does Liam Fox want taxes cut? He earns so much money he's never going to feel taxes bite much. He will suggest spending cuts because, as I say, what reason has he ever had to go on benefits? Also he goes private in health and private educating his fox spawn. Plus his pension is private. Probably Fortnum and Mason pensions. Comes in a polished wooden box with some straw.

This must all happen because they all want to bow to the great false god of capitalism. Capitalism is weird as it's been proven to be just as detrimental, if not more so, as communism, but still they strip themselves naked and dance around playing the harp and the sistrum, waiting to rain its multitude benefits, it's yellow-coloured water of blessing upon them.

"Ohh Capitalism, ohh humm..."

The few, the sneaky and the all-out gutless make money out of it though. But in terms of the backbone of a political system, you may as well put all your faith in Katy Perry's tits. Looking good at the moment...may sag in time as the market changes. Economic aid will come in the form of implants...zzzz.

You can say, 'well you voted for these fuckers'. I didn't, all I ever get is some unionist/nationalist fucker who argue over where to place the cowpats. Or the dissenting cowpats. Or the cowpat abortions. Right now there is a coalition ruining our lives. Usually people in England vote for the party that ruins our lives. Nobody voted for the coalition. So we have a theocracy, where people think they are in power and we do bugger all to stop them as we think they're in power too. Kind of a human constipation and yet we're getting shat on

Looking at capitalism we get advertising, whose great idea now to encourage us all to be individuals, celebrate our individual uniqueness...by buying the crappy products they're trying to sell you. Considering how much advertising has homogenized the world and promoted uniformity in all forms, that's a bit fucking rich. And when we see the newspapers of capitalism, instead of the wars, poverty and suffering caused by regular arms deals to various unstable tinpot regimes, set up by the west anyway about 50 years ago, we get...dah, dah, dah...Justin Bieber fighting with a photographer...

Wow. this is what they invented the printing press for. All those guys burnt at the stake, died for this. Trees felled and ink spilt just so we can keep up with every second Justin Bieber exists on this planet. Now in the past I have had him being gunned to death with 'Dave' Cameron or being shot into space without oxygen. I would advocate a slow, painful death, but I really don't want him on this planet any longer than necessary. Maybe if we revive hanging, drawing and quartering just once for Justin Bieber. Hang him so he can't sing and then burn his torn off genitals in front of his eyes. That'll do and there'll be no more Biebers.

Now the appeal and the hysteria surrounding this little internet whore is baffling. Every front page of the weekend papers had him squeaking at a photographer. He can make menopausal women weep. The only explanation I can come up with is that there are more paedophiles in the world than previously guessed at and they are loathe to let their former crush go, even though he is 19 and proving more often what a fucking cancerous tumour of a human being he really is. That is assuming he's human, which I don't. 9 year old girls aren't buying the Daily Express so why put him on the front page? Is this news? Either the editors are still sexually attracted to him or he is the bacteria of the new world order, the little worm who was released and to distract us as the world is taken over. It has nothing to do with talent or personality as he hasn't got any. 

I'm not bothered by the little sod anymore, but just on all the front pages at the weekend? Like there weren't people getting killed in Syria at the same time. It says we don't care if people are killed, Justin Bieber's mental state is of paramount concern right now. If the Holocaust had happened at the same time as Justin Bieber, it would struggle to get on the front page, that is what you are saying then? Yeah, that's exactly what would happen. You create this world and worst of all, we let you.

I don't think there is anything as bad in Norn Iron. Maybe Marcus Keeley. He's not very well known though. Getting into a blog like this is the most worldwide fame he's enjoyed so far. As a media personality he just wants to be Dylan Moran or Phil Jupitus, in a very trendy, affected manner of course. We shall vomit on the trendies in due course, but affectation is their thing. Nothing real or original, just as Norn Iron has never had anything real or original. So why would the world need some guy doing sort of second-rate, fake Dylan Moran impersonations? We already have a real Dylan Moran. But Mr Keeley may be on to some economic loophole that has escaped the rest of us. Perhaps fake Dylan Moran impersonations are what the future economy will be built on. It's likely, as he is a trendy and money helps the trendy go around in their own capitalist way, though they pretend to be liberal/socialist as that is the right-on, cool thing to do. It's very trendy.

I suppose one more hapless plea to end this fucking awful game now will go ignored. Thought so.



Bisson

Today I recieved the most amazing email!

I am quite resolve'd to not go into guitar shops anymore. To not look at these expensive wood, glue, varnish conglomerations, lift em off, strum, chip the wood some when I put them back and not walk out of the shop having not spent money I don't have on a new guitar.
Don't fucking look at me like that, my dear shop assistant. If I fucking break 'em, I pay for 'em. Why is this coming out of your fucking wages? What sort of shit employment situation have you got yourself into?!

"Well I got me a job staring at guitars all day for fucking minimum wage and that will be blown tonight as I meet all my pals in the Metallica t-shirts at the Empire, aaand if any of these not very good guitar playing shits chips any of these guitars I am watching then it will come out of my wages, so I will watch them intently and totally make them feel unwelcome unless they have a thousand quid to spend on one of our crutty instruments. And even then I will sneer at them as they is not as dead good a guitar player as me...Hold that thought, my girlfriend with the coloured blue hair, the chemical-induced alopecia and the inflamed scalp
(no connection) is ringing me on my blackberry. I must stop thinking now...hummmm..."

Listen boi, you keep looking at ol' Bish with your nostrils instead of your eyes and I'll start saying things you don't want to hear. Never mind insults, that is unkindest cut of all.

Ssssample: The old joke.
How many unsuccessful musicians does it take to run a music shop?
Easy, go in and start counting. 

Now be nice and I reciprocate in kind. Maybe.
Having said that, these neck of the woods have been for years infested by these heavy metal bastards. Like there's a fucking breeding pen for metal and goth pains in the arse. The Limelight itself is the city's biggest petri dish for 'em. Then there's the indie bastards as well. I swear somebody left a lab open somewhere and they escaped. There's no way this is a natural gene mutation.

Metal shits are the worst! Lovers of no melody or tune whatsoever. Distortion can cover a million bad songs easily. Yeah! Violent cunts as well in their black apparel. Jump around to the distortion and then pick a fight when you get outside. It's kind of a sad day for someone who actually likes music to be threatened by one of these dickheads, but that's jealousy for you.Yet to hear a Metallica song that isn't just a bunch of chords strung together, but hey they've been at it for long enough, y'know 40 years, so maybe one day...

Guaranteed we have all met a prime fucktard of the metal species. Bunch o' fucking  Fred Gwynne impersonators as a collective mass I tell ya! Hmm...succinct and yet purposefully vague...
Just to get off the metal cunts subject, as I am sick of the bastards anyway, who was the fucking looney tune, who decided that ground tiger bones was the cure for erectile dysfunction? My goodness were things that bad in 5000 BC China?

"Haven't had a stiffy for weeks, so my solution is obvious; I will be going into the forest, catching a tiger before it bites my knob off and then grinding the bones into a powder which will give me a hard-on. Co-incidence will do the rest and the wife will think the skin will look dead good hanging on the wall. Now for that flock of pigs to fly over the blue moon..."

Poor tigers. From then until now having their lives extinguished by a horde of morons with flaccid penises.
It's like the fuck came up with Shark Fin soup. What particular knob-job stood upon the shore, looked at these giant, fast moving fish with two rows of razor-sharp teeth and thought;
"Mmm, looks tasty..."
Probably he had something else in mind when he thought that of course. Ended his life begging people to feed him his shark fin soup with a straw as he had no limbs left. Just rolled around on the jetty asking for more shark fin soup

If it continues into the modern age then what does that say of the world? And what for that matter does heavy metal music say about the world as well?

Well the moral of the story is, we had fucktards then and we still do.



Bisson