The 23rd...

Well, I won't talk about what happened to me on the 23rd of October for various reasons...

Let's just say I'm really getting bored of this.

In 1956 it was a freedom fight (That ended horribly and quite bloodily. Thanks to the Russians, may those trigger happy bastards rot in hell. I meant the actual ones who pulled the triggers and gave the orders, not the ones who are alive and have nothing to do with all those horrible things in the past.) This year it is not a sodding freedom fight but a weekend activity for idiots who know only how to cause a riot and damage public property. Which will be rebuilt by taxing our wages. They don't work so they don't have to pay. The bastards.

And about the government and politicians... they deserve to be target practice. Arrows, bullets, daggers, you name it, they deserve it. What they do to the country is worth a few years in prison. They are worthless megalomaniac, money-hungry assholes... well, after all they are politicians. And as we all know, politician is the synonym of money-hungry asshole.

I wish we could get one party that's just a bit less corrupt than the others. No such luck so far. I'd even welcome terrorist activity that'd blow up all our practicing politicians. We might choose better ones the second time around. (Ha! I wish!)

So... that's about my musings. I might tell the story later.