Ramblings Volume 4

Ramblings Volume 4, 16th November 2009, 17:53
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On idiots - and just that
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Wow, it's been a whole 10 days since my last post here. I bet you missed me, huh?

Nah, who am I kidding. You didn't. I suppose I should explain my absence, at any rate.

But I won't, for fear of boring you.

At any rate, this week-ish's rambling is about idiots, and was inspired once again by a news story I heard on that certain copyright-armored radio channel. It was about a group of youths - two boys aged 13 and 14 and one 14-year old girl (I think, my memory is a bit foggy) - who stripped a 14 year old girl before savagely beating her with a stilleto.

I mean, pardon my German, but what the FUCK.

That's just a prime example of how retarded some people are. We're the lucky ones (referring of course to the 'at-least-partially-sensible' people who go to my school), we probably won't ever stoop to this level, but it just shocks me how screwed up in the head some people are. To assault somebody in the street is one thing, to strip them is another, to beat them with a stilleto is another but to film it on a mobile God-damn phone? What on earth possessed them!?

I don't want to dwell too much on that particular case for long, but let me just say that their 4 year detention sentence is an insult, and that justice is absolutely idiotic today.

Anyway, on lighter news, time for the rest of my post.

So, idiots. There are good idiots, and there are bad idiots. There's a foggy grey kind of idiot, but I don't want to get bogged down with boggy greys, I'd much rather keep focussed on the nice pleasant blacks and whites which require about as much thinking as blinking does.

So, the bad idiots, these prats who deliberately go out of their way to cause people harm because it makes them look "well 'ard" or "sicky" to their mates. They are the reason that we lock our doors, they are the reason that small children are scared of the dark, they are the very reason that Liverpool is no longer a safe place to inhabit. The bad idiots, much like the people in the case above, are not pleasant. They are not good people, and they are, to most mentally stable people, socially unbearable. They are the kind that are only bearable by their own - one good assault deserves another, as I like to put it.

They are the dishonorable scum that ruin a life a day, they are the ass-hats that are crushing modern society and spreading prejudice at an alarming rate. It's the bad idiots that made me afraid to enjoy art. I was once an idiot, as I let the other idiots drag me down. I listened to them, and I didn't go to museums or art galleries for fear of being rejected by them - but then I realised - they don't matter.

And that's what we all have to realise. Violent idiots don't matter in any way whatsoever. They're just bad idiots. Bad eggs. Call them what you will, they're the ones you don't need to listen to, the ones that would sooner sell you for a tenner than assure your friendship or help you in a time of need. Don't let yourself fall in with the bad idiots, and I beg of you, don't become one.

But then, there's always a flipside.

There are the good idiots. I'm sure you've all heard the saying 'Ignorance is bliss', (I say all because my fanbase consists of around 2 people, both of whom are assuredly knowledgeable) and the good idiots are the happy ones. They're the lovable buffoons, the ones who really just don't get it, but accept that fact and have a laugh about it anyway. They're the ones who can't spot the forest for the trees or could probably get lost on the back of their hands, but who everybody loves because they don't go around beating the crap out of people with stilettos. I like bold font. Sorry, erm... Where was I?

Ah, yes.

Good idiots are not idiots in the conventional sense, they're just not very bright. I suppose it's actually a bit mean to condemn them.

Oh hell no... I'm slowly becoming a bad idiot...

But at least it keeps my blogs interesting.

I'm going to cut this short now, I think I see somebody minding their own business so I'm going to go and rape them with a shoe.

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And yes, I'm kidding.