I Can't Stand People Who Blame Everyone Else For Their Problems.
I'd be successful and happy now if it wasn't for them!
Well, to say times haven't been interesting the past few days would be something of an understatement. With Barclays bank in the city centre having all its windows smashed by nappy wearing kidults who, through lack of gripe water in the early hours of Sunday morning remedied their excessive wind, muscle spasms and excess acid issues by seeking instant relief while waiting for Boots to open just a few doors away in Bristol's Broadmead later in the day.
Riding into the the city centre on, what one would assume to be tricycles with standard wheel stabilisers attached, and wearing masks so they were unrecognisable to even themselves they bravely allowed enough time in between involuntary bowel movements and a further nappy change before leaving, to spray paint this bank branch in red, to match the blue livery of Barclays own logo, while forgetting a touch of white would have been far more patriotic. However, on this occasion, given they were seemingly in such a hurry to get away for their next nappy change, we can probably forgive them on behalf of the King and country.
Oh, forgive me. I had no idea at all that this display of Tate Modernish eighties retro didn't provide a modernist twist to Tracy Emen's 'Unmade Bed'- or, the severed head vomiting into a bucket. Nice try for an installation though! Except, this wanton act of pure vandalism was far removed from protest by art as much as it was immature kids engaging in a fit of teen angst.
According to news reports, up to twenty buildings were targeted nationally over the weekend to "demand" in typically petulant language of recent years, that Israel divest from the weapons trade. Oh, and let's not forget to add fossil fuels to the mix because what's a protest nowadays without including it? You know, like salad minus the lettuce. Or a latte without a substance mistakenly named milk from Almonds, when milk comes from a breastfeeding host, dummies! You know, like a cow?
But, I guess calling something milk instead of the more honest description, such as an 'Almond derivative' or similar, doesn't quite have the same appeal to the marketing people whose job it is to flog it to the 'right-on, trendy, hipster' sheeple. You know, the adult-nappy-wearing, millennial cohort I keep banging on about? Yes, them!
As stated in a previous post, it is futile to ever believe this protracted war between the Jews and the Moslems will ever come to an end. Like it, or not, it is something we all just have to grit our teeth, or, in some cases dentures to and accept that nothing, absolutely nothing will change it. Well, not until one wipes the other off the face of the Earth, that for Israel's David is akin to killing the Moslem Goliath. Except this is no Biblical fairy story.
What those naively stupid protesters forget through their ignorance is that all the while they are smashing in the facades of Barclays Bank they are inadvertently doing the work of the terrorists, albeit without the weapons of war to hand. But, how long will it be before they do arm themselves, exactly? That, my friends, is the question everyone should be asking, instead of blindly ignoring the signs that are so clear as daylight.
