Friday, July 22, 2005
Rant
It took a while to happen, as he listened to the polite message informing him that the number he was dialing was no longer in service.
At first, he thought, oh she changed her number.
And then worry began to set in, as all manner of unpleasant scenariors flashed through his mind.
*****
And then the news came through - more blasts in london.
London, burning.
Again.
*****
So this is me being angry, for once. Genuinely.
This goes out to all the fuckers out there who do stupid shit like this.
This time you lived post-event. You ran like cowards from the scenes of the crimes. Perhaps things didn't go right; perhaps timers were set off too early.
This time nobody was killed, apparently.
I hope they catch you, and I hope you don't receive the death you think will send you to your God a martyr.
I hope you go to jail for a long, long time. Until you are old and greying, and frail, and fragile.
I hope you get raped repeatedly by fellow inmates who have nothing but contempt for your inhumanity - even amonst an institution like a jail. I hope you get brutalised, and beaten.
I hope you suffer, for all the death and suffering you sought to wreak on unknown strangers, I hope you bleed.
But I hope you live.
And when you die, old, broken and alone, and maybe even filled with regrets, I hope you face your God, and find out you were wrong, and He never commanded you to target, kill, or harm innocents - even if their religion was different to yours.
I hope your families are ashamed of you.
*****
And this post goes out to the sad wankers who think they can screw women around... mess with their heads.
The sad thing is, you can.
You think that waiting till she is hurting and then telling her you still love her... is a good thing? Or a bad thing? Maybe you just feel compelled to for some unknown reason? Maybe you think you're just doing it out of love... some starcrossed lovers scenario?
Bullshit.
If you really cared, if you really were a man, you'd bite the words back.
You'd want her to get on with her life.
You'd wish her well.
You'd take her pain, and make it yours.
You'd hear the words in the song White Flag, and they would touch a chord in you.
And you would hold your silence; perhaps if you were more of a man than I you would stay friends so you can help her up whenever she falls.
But to irritate that near-terminal wound of "forbidden" love - and just how forbidden a love is it when you're with someone else... when you're so in "love" with someone you can't even break up with someone for them...
That's just pathetic.
The worst thing is, said women will be rising up to defend you wankers right now; you've got them so twisted around your fingers, you've played their insecurities and weaknesses like a vegas card dealer.
*****
And also to the guys who think they're being men by harrassing their exs, for loving them so much once that gifts from the heart suddenly turn into monetary transactions; for trying to intimidate them into "paying you back".
For letting money enter an equation that once at least must have been... priceless.
At first, he thought, oh she changed her number.
And then worry began to set in, as all manner of unpleasant scenariors flashed through his mind.
*****
And then the news came through - more blasts in london.
London, burning.
Again.
*****
So this is me being angry, for once. Genuinely.
This goes out to all the fuckers out there who do stupid shit like this.
This time you lived post-event. You ran like cowards from the scenes of the crimes. Perhaps things didn't go right; perhaps timers were set off too early.
This time nobody was killed, apparently.
I hope they catch you, and I hope you don't receive the death you think will send you to your God a martyr.
I hope you go to jail for a long, long time. Until you are old and greying, and frail, and fragile.
I hope you get raped repeatedly by fellow inmates who have nothing but contempt for your inhumanity - even amonst an institution like a jail. I hope you get brutalised, and beaten.
I hope you suffer, for all the death and suffering you sought to wreak on unknown strangers, I hope you bleed.
But I hope you live.
And when you die, old, broken and alone, and maybe even filled with regrets, I hope you face your God, and find out you were wrong, and He never commanded you to target, kill, or harm innocents - even if their religion was different to yours.
I hope your families are ashamed of you.
*****
And this post goes out to the sad wankers who think they can screw women around... mess with their heads.
The sad thing is, you can.
You think that waiting till she is hurting and then telling her you still love her... is a good thing? Or a bad thing? Maybe you just feel compelled to for some unknown reason? Maybe you think you're just doing it out of love... some starcrossed lovers scenario?
Bullshit.
If you really cared, if you really were a man, you'd bite the words back.
You'd want her to get on with her life.
You'd wish her well.
You'd take her pain, and make it yours.
You'd hear the words in the song White Flag, and they would touch a chord in you.
And you would hold your silence; perhaps if you were more of a man than I you would stay friends so you can help her up whenever she falls.
But to irritate that near-terminal wound of "forbidden" love - and just how forbidden a love is it when you're with someone else... when you're so in "love" with someone you can't even break up with someone for them...
That's just pathetic.
The worst thing is, said women will be rising up to defend you wankers right now; you've got them so twisted around your fingers, you've played their insecurities and weaknesses like a vegas card dealer.
*****
And also to the guys who think they're being men by harrassing their exs, for loving them so much once that gifts from the heart suddenly turn into monetary transactions; for trying to intimidate them into "paying you back".
For letting money enter an equation that once at least must have been... priceless.
