It was Pope Benny’s birthday yesterday; he spent it on American soil. At about the same time I hobbled back from the pub I switched on the news to see the Pope on a balcony with his fucking hat on, all gold and white and that, stood next to George W Bush, the closest a human has got to evil incarnate since Hitler fell out of his mothers withered thighs, whilst a throng of American cunts sang ‘Happy Birthday heavenly father’ the creeping, obsequious, fawning, drooling savages… I nearly slammed my screaming head through the tube.
Surely this overt Pope/Bush union has further politicised Christianity, what are the Muslims to make of this in countries where the Americans have decimated their land, destroying communities, families and lives? In addition, this idiotic act has symbiotically made a mockery of Christianity by presenting it in league with fucking satan? No one wins. How fucking stupid!
Another thing, red Rizla, I’d not bought a packet in a while and was seriously fucked off to notice they’d secretly made them narrower so the whole ritual of folding the surplus, licking along the crease, peeling off and discarding in a tiny ball had been denied me. What on earth is the world coming too, first the fucking Pope and Bush on the same stage and now this.
My back is still bad; I had to spurn a long journey into East London last night to see some friends because I was concerned it wouldn’t stand the sideways motion of the tube and the long walk to the venue. Frank called out of the blue at 8-ish and asked if I fancied a pint, the walk there and back wasn’t too bad and certainly worth it but I’m wandering if it has exacerbated the problem. Following the pub and Pope rage I made sardines on toast and watched an old Saxondale (the first season is so much better than the second) and a Q1 before retiring with my book exhausted.
You may have, or not, noticed a new link in the blogroll for ‘bmezine’. I feel this deserves some sort of explanation. It’s a website for body modification, mainly tattoos and piercing but at times it can get rather extreme, some of the work is beautiful, some is utter shit, aspects of it are plain disturbing but if you’re in the right frame of mind it does make you think about why people do things to themselves that at times go against the grain of what (Western) society considers ‘normal’. I have to say I’m addicted to the site for various reasons –don’t blame me if you come across something that throws you into a state of abject confusion, or makes you just plain throw up.
The last instalment of The Dead Kennedy’s in the studio folks, sorry. I saved the best to last though, this is joyous…
