ANGER IS AN ENERGY

Fuck it. I'm angry today. You know some people have bad days. I'm having an angry day. Well, not so much as angry day as an angry year. An angry life. It wasn't so much that I got out of the wrong side of bed today that's problem. No. The problem is that I got out of bed. Full stop. This keyboard is a weapon of mass destruction.

No, the reason I'm angry is because we're going to war. I'm angry because the war is a bullshit excuse for a firework display and a desperate attempt to get Bush re-elected. I'm angry because Tony Blair (or "Tony Bush" and "George Blair" as I heard them called last night on TV) is asking the people to support the government.

What the fuck? Since when did the government ask us to support them? Their job is to represent us. That's what the fuck a democracy is all about. If the Government knows it's not representing the will of the people then they know they're not doing their job properly. Down the fucking dole office for you, Labourites.

There's no way anyone can invade another country and try to bring democracy to it if it doesn't listen to the will of the people in the first place. It's a bullshit war.

But that isn't why I'm angry. I'm not even angry because I haven't seen Tony and the Georges wade into war themselves : in the old fashioned way that a king would lead his army into war, I want to see George in a John Wayne outfit with a hat and a check scarf, head poking out of the lead tank, manually reloading his peashooter and taking potshots at Towelheads. I want to see the father-and-son-circus-double-act put their enormous wad of blood money where their inarticulate mouths are.

The real reason I'm angry is because we're fighting the wrong fucking people. Now, if we were fighting the amassed corporations of Nike, Coke, WalMart and Tatu/One Shite Voice/etc I'd sign up in a shot. Give me a weapon of mass destruction and point me at Microsoft House and wherever the credit card companies trade from and I'm there. Tyler Durden was an underachiever.

A WAR WORTH FIGHTING

Give me a war worth fighting - against poverty, against debt, against great big fuck-off countries and corporations who treat the world as a market to be exploited - and I'm there with a knife between gritted teeth shouting "Sir Yes Sir!". But don't expect anyone with a conscience to support this particular war.

And don't expect me to weep a tear for any soldier who isn't a conscript. It 's time for them to do their jobs. I'm sick of soldiers saying "Well, we don 't want to go to war but we will if we have to.". Nobody forced them to join. Hell I don't want to go to work every morning, but you know I do, and I don't bitch about it. Much. So it's time for soldiers to shut the fuck up, stop bitching and play with their toys. It's about time they did some work.

Millions of people are going to die. Some of them, certainly, will be soldiers. If anyone, anyone, asks me to support Our Boys I'll slap them., They're NOT Our Boys. They're Tony's Boys, doing George's job. Ever heard the phrase "Not In Our Name"?

These guys are soldiers. If they die, they die. It's a risk of the job. And if anyone thought that when they joined the army to learn any trade apart from murdering brown Muslims then they obviously ain't that smart and the world is hardly going to be losing a genius. If they're too damn stupid to notice the army is in the business of murder then fuck 'em, I ain't going to miss 'em, and evolutions hardly going to be impeded by their absence.

We may even be looking at not the beginning of the end for Saddam, but the beginning of the end for mankind. Pitch fundamentalists with no fear of mortality to defend their beliefs against capitalists with enormous armies of hired killers and you've got all the ingredients you need for Armageddon.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Voter Scored. See You At The Ballot Box.

So fuck it. That's why I'm angry. The world is being push to the edge of extinction for profit. If only I could bottle that anger, sell it to a crap nu-metal band, and retire on the proceeds with drugs, hookers and a load of food I be too stoned to give a fuck.

Anyone got Fred Durst's phone number?