AdSense - Thank you Google

No - seriously, I'm new to this thing, but I had to say my piece on this. I'm probably going to sign up for this prostitution of the written word out of curiosity, but ... this is just fucking funny. Free, eh? I mean ... who would necessarily turn down the chance to make some money? Make money and get your words read. That's the problem - we're not heard enough so we resort to this. Or are normal folks heard enough. Who knows - I'm not - so here I am - PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! I'm a fucking child looking for a little attention. Meh ... so be it, I'm going to be arguing with myself for a while on this.

So this is like a new toy for the time being. Here I can say whatever the fuck I want to say. I can spout out my worries for the next day. And it's out there, anonymously enough that no one has to read it. And possibly won't - kinda like writing my journal, but it doesn't feel as ... pointless as having these files stored away on my computer - waiting for the next machine wipe or whatever else comes their way.

Plus I like typing. It makes me feel good to type. Is that wrong? Bad? Whatever, says the eatern frog of northern Siberia.

Ohkay - the shit that people do, man. On this Axis of Justice cd, there's a bit about the Armenian genocide thing. Kind of disgusting. I mean, yeah you hear the crap that went on in WW2, for example - like when Japan invaded China, apparently generals, higher-up officers got together in open areas and had contests to see how many unarmed screaming peasants they could kill ... or the lining up of people to kill them with one bullet. Shit man! What the fuck is wrong with the human race.

Which reminds me, on a closing note, cause my eyes are going to start killing me soon (I feel SO happy that I don't have a headache right now), there's that bit about Chinese Torture. Either present day or long past, they had people stretched out on a piece of wood - just enough to keep them tight. And then they'd set up something above the fellow's forehead so that water dripped every ten or so seconds. Try imagining hours or days of that without your hand reaching for your forehead, just to feel it and make sure it's alright. Rough shit, eh?

Till the next step of the ridiculous political machinations of people we supposedly choose.