what the fuck happened?
Just in case it does turn into one of those things where-by people will ask “Where were you when this happened?” I was in bed watching t.v. I’d love to say I was in some exotic location, or at the least in a pub. But its five in the morning…
So yeah, back to the point. If you haven’t already heard the news, Osama Bin Laden has been killed. The operation was authorised by President Obama last week, yet they found and killed Bin Laden yesterday. I just finished watching Obama’s midnight speech about it (not all of which I have seen, but it’ll be all over the news or Youtube or something) and I fully agree with him. This is going to be a great day and one to remember in American history and indeed in the history of the world. Although it is (at time of writing) half past midnight in Washington, hundreds if not thousands of people have gathered outside the White House to celebrate this momentous occasion. Rightly so. Bin Laden was one of the founding fathers of Al-Qaeda and as we all surely know, Al-Qaeda is one of the greatest terrorist threats facing the world. We all remember 9/11. They masterminded this horrific event. For this reason, I, and surely many others out there, are glad this sick bastard is dead.
Also, isn’t it a bit odd that he was hiding in a villa in a town close to the caputal of Pakistan. All those years looking under rocks in mountains and he was found in a bloody villa! Cheeky git.
Yet, there are people, including the President himself, who say the war against Al-Qaeda is far from over. One person they interviewed on the news even said that Osama Bin Laden was simply a face for terrorism and was no longer relevant in the grand scheme of things. And his case was just. Al-Qaeda is not just active in the U.S. or the middle east, they are active and have allies all over the world. It may not be long before they have a new face who young radicals will be all too willing to follow. According to the interiewee, they may not even need a face as the have become “too radicalised”. Again, it is possible that this is true.
I do hope that this doesn’t become the case. I hope that this is a crushing enough blow to Al-Qaeda to slow if not completely stop operations.
But we should rejoice in the moment for now. Remember where you were people. I was in bed. Thought you would like to be reminded of that.
Good lord, I haven’t posted anything substantial on here in a while. So, here goes.
I should very much like to dedicate this rant to those who speak fluent sarcasm, but not to any hilarious effect (bullshit to sarcasm being the lowest form of wit). No, you speak fluent sarcasm over the little things. Almost every sentence that comes out of your wretched mouth has been carefully crafted to put the currnet victim of your horrendous manner down. Just thank the good Lord that I am too nice to everyone, because, in secret for now, you need a kick to the teeth. And I would be extremely happy to be wearing the shoe that delivers the blow.
Seriously, get your act together. Or you will
begin continue to alienate people. As with my last rant about people who annoy me, you are also one of those people who will argue for the sake of it. Even if you must know that you are wrong, you continue to spew meaningless words and piss me off. While I rant, I should really name and shame the person that immediately comes to mind. Greg Bailey. Prick. I only put up with you because you have fantastic tolerance of us when we get drunk and I’ve known you for God knows how long. It’s only recently that you have turned into this repulsive creature. And I really can’t figure the reason for this. Are you trying to get me angry, perhaps? Is this how you get your kicks?
Moving on, I should now like to give a brief rant about people who put others down (no, this is nothing to do with killing people. Just incase you misinterpreted the intended meaning of the phrase. Nobody is going to die).
Last week, I was happily drawing on the wall by the Lockers outside the sixth form common room of my school. A hobby that I have taken up recently and I get great pleasure from. The school needed a bit more colour and I like to think that I’ve made it a slightly better place. It isn’t as if what I have drawn or written is in bad taste. One of the drawings even gained praise from the head-boy of the sixth form. Chuffed ^^.
So there I was, happily sketching something on the wall, when you camne round the corner and completely killed me joy, you blasted killjoy. It was just a simple sentence but at the same time it was quite soul destroying.
You said “You know, if you get caught doing this you’ll be excluded, right?”
AAARRRRGGGHHH! BOLLOCKS! It’s not as if you haven’t seen me drawing there before. In fact, a couple of days previous to this occasion, there was a sizeable group of us drawing on the wall. Maybe it was the fact that I was alone at the time, because everybody I usually hang out with had a lesson, that you said this. Maybe, because of this, you all of a sudden had a rush of bravery for long enough to say that. Maybe if I wasn’t alone you wouldn’t have said it. In fact, I know you wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t alone. Hell, I was drawing on the wall the other day and the exclusion officer walked past and didn’t say a word! So what was with the sudden bout of righteousness? You don’t even have any idea who I am, this is a mautual fact, so why did you even talk to me? It wouldn’t have been as bad if it’d been someone I knew. It just wouldn’t. But you have no right to be such a killjoy around anyoen, let alone people you don’t even know.