Big Brother 28AD
heads towards an dull, non shocking conclusion
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Hello? Is anyone still watching this crap?
I�m not used to being watched all the time.
How am I getting on with JC? Well, I thought he was going to be a good
laugh, when I heard about him throwing tables over in the market square. A
real rabble rouser apparently...but nobody warned me about his pain in the
ass "holier than thou" attitude - that didn't wash well me. I hope they
don't edit those parts out so the public see what he's really like. Didn't
want to feed the chickens or make dinner, claimed it was the "Sabbath"...
then says that his mum was a virgin! Pull the other one!
Next then
there was all the fuss over how much of the food budget we should wager on
the next challenge. He started going on about how he was in the desert for
40 days and 40 nights. I'd just had enough by this point. O.K, I lost my
temper, but I�m only human, after all, not the "son of god" someone I won't
mention claims to be! Contrary to popular opinion I'm not
really that short tempered. Sure there was the incident with the Roman
guard. What chance do I have to clear my name when we are all controlled by
this oppressive regime? This charade is hardly my idea of a fair trail- it's
a bloody popularity contest and talk about character assassination! It was
self-defence, but it won't be if I'm forced to spend another week in the
house with him. It almost seems like he wants to face the crux-eviction-
there's definitely something not right about that guy. The thing about
wannabe martyrs is you can't be one until you die...so you'd really be
making him happy voting for me...
He forgave me for loosing
my temper, then tried to absolve me of all sin. He totally creeped out the
other housemates over the dinner table by saying "this is my body, this is my blood" about the
bread and wine. I'm sure he was hording some of the food rations. Fancied
himself as a bit of a David Copperfield with some of the shit he was pulling
with the loaves and fishes. Going on about how we are being watched all the
time...no shit Solomon...there's 6 cameras in each room, twit! As for this all seeing,
all knowing father; so what if his old man paid for E4? Nobody's supposed to
have any kind of communication device, but apparently he's talking to his
father all the time. Voices in his head, I recon. Jesus! Get some
medication.
And that one day, from the
back garden we could hear the crowd were chanting "we want Barabus"...sure
I was relieved, but I couldn't help but think there was something
wrong about the whole
thing. That stuff JC had said about worshipping false Idols...I mean all I'd
done was brutally bludgeon a palace guard and survive 8 weeks in the house
with a bunch of the most puerile idiots I've ever met. It hardly makes me
some kind of hero, or worthy of going into show business. (however, I'd
probably jump at the chance if I'm offered a job presenting in the
coliseum... - "Badass Barabus" has a nice ring to it!) It's the viewers at
home I feel truly sorry for. I'm sure half of them are only just tuning in
for the crux-eviction.
During the 2nd
week a football had been provided so we could amuse ourselves with a
kick about. He loved being the goalie, and admittedly was quite good�but the
way he shouted �Jesus saves� every time he caught the ball. Well, I wasn't
the only one he pissed off with that. I got a bit stroppy when I hurt
my ankle during one of the challenges. He started to claim he could heal me
saying stuff like "Walk my son" I was like "dude, it's just a sprain!"
At least you people have a chance to escape this tedium...so I implore
you...vote me out...if I'm made to stay in the house for another week...I'll
martyr someone, and that's a promise.
The opinions of Barabus are not those of "Del
on earth". |