Great Adventures of a Green Goddess

Santorum gets me frothy at the mouth (EW!)

What the hell is with America and their idiot politicians?

Take for example Santorum. That frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex.

No wait I just mean Rick Santorum the festering boil on the backside of American politics, the biggest bag of batshit crazy since Michele Bachman.

 

Oh and on that subject, I think the real problem with Michele’s presidential campaign, well apart from her being a right wing whack job was her husband. The mincing Marcus. Yeah when you are campaigning to appeal to the homophobes of your country how can you not realise that they aren’t gonna want your closeted queen of a husband as their new first lady?

 

So anyway Santorum doesn’t just come from assholes, he is an asshole.

Someone needs to tell the frothy fucker that he is trying to be president in 2012 not 1812.

Seriously he wants to ban woman from fighting on the front lines because they are weak little things who should not be allowed out of the kitchen.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to repeal the woman’s right to vote. After all if he doesn’t think that they should have any control over their own bodies he certainly wouldn’t want them to worry their pretty little heads over something like deciding who will make all their reproductive decisions for them.

 

There is a Santorum support song called game on by two girls who I can’t really blame for not knowing better as they seem like the type who are the offspring of fundies. Probably raised in a Dugger style family where thinking is seen as bad and obeying your parents/god is number one above all else.

When the Duggars think supporting Santorum is the best thing since breeding and feeding em tatter tot casserole you know you are onto a bad thing.

 

So anyway these poor girls probably have no clue what life would be like for them if Santorum was president. Now I know that it would be terrifying and yet a little amusing to have a President Frothy and The Onion would certainly love how easy it makes their job.

But let’s take a quick glimpse into the horrifying possible future I call Frothyland. And I don’t mean the simple case like if either of these girls are gay they won’t get marriage equality, oh no any progress towards the legalising of gay marriage will be halted and missy you will get back in the kitchen, married to a man, barefoot and pregnant like you should be.

 No let’s take a deep and more terrifying look into Frothyland in which first of all there shall be of course the republican’s favourite thing of all, tax cuts.

This means less money for services such as streetlights and police. This is already happening.

Already women in America have a one in four chance of being raped.

Oh and in Frothyland birth control is banned. So the girls won’t be on the pill and after being brutally attacked they won’t be able to take the morning after pill either.

Thus the chances of being raped and the chances of that resulting in a pregnancy goes up like Santorum’s dick in a gay bathhouse. C’mon anyone that obsessed with what gay people do in the privacy of their own bedrooms has got to be repressing some inner urges...

Oh and here is a photo of him made up of gay porn because that shit is hilarious.

 

Right so sperm has met egg and thus a whole new person is instantly created whose life matters far more than the poor host/mother that this parasite is in.

Don’t get used to it little embryo. Your value to the right drops dramatically once you exit the birth canal.

So our little fetus is actually a gift from god. Now that’s a gift I would return but in Frothyland that is not allowed.

Oh yes you will look back fondly on the days when all a woman had to do to get an abortion was be raped again by a 10 inch shaming wand aka the transvaginal ultrasound wand.

 

Oh and don’t worry in Frothyland it could always be worse. After all if you had a medical condition that means it would be dangerous for you to be pregnant. You are just making that up to try and get out of having god’s gift, and there are no returns our favourite poop stain says. So no abortion for you!

Frothy thinks that you are a baby killing bitch, and how dare you think that you life is more important than that clump of cells inside you. They are a future baby and the fact that the parasite isn’t going to survive without its host is not something we think about when we have shit for brains.

So um nice knowing ya...

 

But let us hope for no such complications and so the little miracle is safely delivered. 

This is when another of Frothyland’s policies comes along to screw you once more.

See Santorum has stated that to get welfare you have to be able to prove who the father of your baby is. Good luck catching your rapist girls. Those police that are left probably aren’t gonna be able to cope with the workload.

This means you are on your own to pay for this little white elephant of a gift.

 

So in conclusion, yeah this is not a game you want to be on.

Lazy cow syndrome

So this viral video is getting the hits lately.

 

It is the story of Doreen a “benefit scrounger”

I usually have a sense of humour but something about this triggers something in me.

Guess it comes from my life experience as after my parents split my sisters and I were raised by a mother on benefits.

 

Now I realise that this is a mockumentary and it is from Britain, while when I was living in poverty it was on the other side of the world. But still I just think that this reinforces myths about what life is like.

For example the whole thing about the government paying for houses, cars and sky TV, yeah right.

We were so poor that we didn’t even have a phone.

This literally could have killed me.

 

I don’t mean being a teen and unable to organise a social life.

When I was sixteen, I was home alone and had an accident. I fell and cut my leg on some glass.

With no phone I just waited until everyone came home and my mother used the neighbour’s phone. Fifteen stitches and I was fine.

But what if my injury was more serious? I know often people do the “what if” and it’s something that would never happen. But I don’t think it is that wild to imagine that the glass could have cut an artery. Then unable to summon help I would have died that day.

 

While the video says that Doreen just doesn’t want to work. I suspect that the reality of the situation for real women struggling as single mothers is that even if they do want to work did the likelihood of getting a job is slim. Critics seem to think that there are jobs out there for everyone but the reality is that there is not. Especially with that little thing called a recession going on.

Plus there is the issue of childcare which if available is often so expensive that it would cost more that she would earn.

 

This video just perpetuates the negative image of beneficiaries and creates a public hatred towards these people based on jealousy of perceived advantages that in reality they do not receive.

But why let little things like the truth get in the way of a good story?

Hell isn’t it more fun to imagine these women as slutty druggy lazy chavs who spend the rest of their spare time swimming thru piles of government provided cash like Scrooge McDuck.

 

My feelings after watching the video also reminded me of a posting I recently saw on Facebook:

OK..SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT ... If you cross the North Korean border illegally, you get 12 yrs. hard labor. If you cross the Afghanistan border illegally, you get shot. Two Americans just got eight years… for crossing the Iranian border. If you cross the Australian Border illegally you get a job, a drivers license, food stamps, a place to live, health care, housing & child benefits, education, & a tax free business for 7 yrs ...No wonder we are a country in debt... RE-POST if you agree

 

I pointed out that it looked like it was written for Americans and then just changed to Australia and it wasn’t even true in the USA.

 

But thinking about it more and really considering the issue I then have to ask, what is this posting saying? That countries should try to emulate the evil and be like those with brutal barbaric regimes?

That treating people poorly is the way to go?

Call me a bleeding heart liberal but I would honestly rather have my tax dollars going to helping desperate people than to start shooting them if they dare to cross my country’s borders.

 

To sum it up I’m just annoyed at things like these viral videos and posts creating more hatred for people in the lowest socioeconomic groups. These are not people living in luxury, they are people for whom every day is a struggle.

But why let facts get in the way of opinions? As it seems to me that the real syndrome is the problem of people choosing to believe things that help them to hate others.

 

Perhaps it should be called ‘I resent others I perceive to be getting an easy ride even if they aren’t syndrome’. Or ‘I’m too lazy to actually really think about an issue properly syndrome’.

It saddens me that the world seems to be awash in the output of a plague of diseased minds attempting to convince others (and I would say succeeding) to cast scorn upon those less fortunate than themselves.

New Year, new plan

So it is time for a new approach to this blog.

I have been trying to record events in the order they occurred, but it occurs to me that this is really not working out too well as the procrastination is winning.

So I am thinking that my new approach will be to be able to write things that are current (like hey the Dugger’s still suck!) and also to skip back to things way back in the dark ages of how far behind I am with this blog.

Sure it makes things more complicated for you my lovely lonely audience of about one. But you obviously being supremely smart will be able to cope I am sure.

 

You may have noticed that I have a different look to the blog now. I decided to try out the new format for the sole but very compelling reason that it is free. My second favourite price after getting paid to something. To actually get paid I think you need the better version of typepad where you can place ads. But since you actually need people to see the ads that not gonna be happening for me anything soon (I hear rumours that people kinda wanna read a blog that actually has new posts).

So it is the free version for me for now. I am hoping that if I decided I preferred the old version I can change back. But I don’t know for sure and I am not checking in case it can’t be done. Best to postpone any buyer’s remorse I say.

 

I also think that a new name might be good but I haven’t been struck by any inspiration for a catchy new title. So you my sole reader have a great responsibly when I ask for any suggestions in the comments.

Go on don’t be shy, go ahead and recommend anything. It’s just you and me here.

The Daily Mail wail

I must admit that during my time in a job where I did nothing but entertain myself with the internet I developed a habit of reading The Daily Mail online.

 

I was always amused how the commenter’s would find a way to blame everything on single mothers, immigrants and the government (seriously no matter what the story is about that’s how the comments go).

 

The Daily Mail stories tend to be written from a biased angle and they like to feature the woes of poor hard done by people. Usually posed with the same ‘I am just so unimpressed by the hardship inflicted on me’ look on their faces.

There has even been a song about the types of stories featured in The Daily Mail.

 

The story that annoyed me recently was a woman whining that her son was shut in an overhead compartment of a plane. 

Natalie Williamson was travelling with her husband and son Riley (yes add stupid trendy bad babynamer to her list of faults) when a flight attendant briefly hid her son in an overhead compartment while other passengers laughed (what nobody felt the need to scream and save the baby in peril? hmmm).

 

It sound like her husband, child and the flight attendant were playing and having fun. But this bitch takes her role as parental buzzkiller seriously and made them stop.

 

Now I don’t have kids so I have the benefit of always being right in my opinions on how to raise them.

So I look down from my tower of superiority to judge her fiercely.

I have heard that kids look to their parents for how to react to situations.

So if they had opened the compartment, laughed and been all “there you are! you were hiding from us”. The kid would have been having a grand old time.

 

But now the lady is a shrieking harpy all ‘OMG! My poor precious baby they shut you in the compartment where it is all dark and scary. How can you ever survive this trauma???’

And thus the kid decides he is supposed to freak the fuck right out just like his insane mother.

 

Seriously unless there are motherfucking snakes on this plane that have taken to breeding in the overhead compartments how dangerous can it be?

 

And ten seconds she says? Yeah I can see that she might start to get a little concerned if the kid was left in for 10 hours (although this is a good option for brats that won’t shut up on long haul flights) but 10 seconds? Seriously???

Get a grip lady. The child is fine. Isn’t this just the worst kind of histrionic helicopter I can’t let my child be happy parent ever!

 

I found another photo online too. The kid doesn’t look upset in it. But the mother is a crazy bag of hag!

 

Anyway if the kid is upset at all now it is because his mother is a cow who is playing this up and his father has left. The article says they are now estranged, perhaps after witnessing what a psycho bitch his wife was he decided he couldn’t put up with her anymore. Or he told her to take a chill pill and she went batshit crazy that he obviously didn’t love the kid as much as she and her smothering parenting ways did...

 

"I was devastated. I was absolutely devastated.

"I was crying. My husband was in shock. For days on end I was crying."

Yeah I think her husband was in shock that she was being such a stupid drama queen over nothing.

 

I think he should be allowed to use this case as evidence in court that she is an unfit mother and he should be awarded custody.

It would be the best thing that could happen for the poor wee ankle biter if he was taken away from that halfwit harpy.

 

I don’t know why the purser would tell the mother to complain. My guess is that he didn’t like his co-worker. Or maybe he did but not as much as he just wanted to get the screaming idiot to shut the fuck up.

Sadly we just know that if he had rightfully told her to get the hell over herself she would now be bleating that the crew didn’t give a damn about the terrible harrowing ordeal she suffered so bravely...

 

The real tragedy in this story is the poor flight attendant who got fired.

Seems the airline didn’t want to deal with the situation properly so just went ‘bye bye, there all done’.

Probably didn’t want to tell the woman to go jump as they didn’t want ‘bad publicity’. But that didn’t work obviously as there she is in all her fruitcake glory in the daily mail.

 

A flight attendant who was going out of his way to be friendly and interact with passengers loses his job because this woman is such a bitch on wheels.  

He was just playing with the child. Sadly for him he didn’t realise with a cow the mother is.

Perhaps we need some kind of warning system that could alert people not to have anything to do with the kids of psycho mothers. Something like a ‘my mother is a crazy hag bag tag?’

 

Seems to me that that whole point of this is that that mother from hell is just looking for the airline to supplement her divorce settlement. Greed trumps good parenting.

 

Yeah I hope that it is just an inaccurate article (hey it is in The Daily Mail after all) and that this woman isn’t really the huge douchebag she appears to be.

But I do wonder why she let herself be in the papers at all as it does not paint her in a flattering light at all.

Lots to tell about Tel Aviv

So Mordy and me left the Dead Sea. It was time to say bye bye to the Dead Sea and hello again to Tel Aviv. Driving back Mordy who is addicted to his mobile phones (yes plural) realised that he had managed to leave them at the Dead Sea. So it was blissfully quiet until he got them sent to Tel Aviv and picked them up from the airport (bye bye peace).

The airports in Israel obviously have tight security and one time they would not let me in. So Mordy went in and I sat outside by the gate. I just got out my laptop for its games and music and asked the guards if they had any requests for songs...
They were actually quite nice and I sat in a shady spot chatting to them so I wasn’t unhappy. Then their boss came along and she let me in to the airport. I guess she decided I wasn’t a terrorist or perhaps she was sick of me distracting her employees.
We ferried a Cessna 172 to another Tel Aviv airport, it was a very quick flight and Mordy let me do the flying again. This time it was “look Ma no hands” as he got me to do it hands free using only the rudder.
We then got a taxi back to the other airport where we had left the car. I was a bit disappointed we didn’t hitchhike since Mordy liked to go on so much about how safe it is in Israel. Perhaps he remembered that time when we picked some up and was worried about what I would say “Do you want to see something REALLY scary? Or channelling Mick Dundee “that’s not a knife, this is a knife!”…

 

We went to a mall (I read that Israel has the highest number of malls per capita in the world) and Mordy stayed out in the car park talking on his phone. Seriously he needs a 12 step program or something.

I was like “I can see the promised land and I wanna shop!”

When Mordy was finally ready to shop the store he wanted was closed ha-ha.

When I got to go shopping I bought a Spork, not just any Spork but a transparent blue Light My Fire Spork. It lights my fire of love for multi use cutlery devices. Oh how proud I am of it, and if you try to take it away from me I will stab you with the fork, cut you with the knife and gouge out your eyes with the spoon.

Mordy bought me a new travel journal as my trusty 1000 places to see before you die one was nearly full. The new one is Hebrew so it is designed to be written in backwards. I just turned it around and used it the normal way with the back as the front. It works fine.

 

We went to a vegan place I had read about on Happy Cow called Buddha Burger and it is awesome. We split a buddha burger and a tofu burger. So delicious we had to go back more than once.

Across the road is Rabin Square where they have a plaque as this is where the prime minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated in 1995.

Not only does it say this but it includes a diagram of where everyone was standing. each person is numbered in the diagram and then all the names are listed below. In case you wanted to know exactly how it happened!  But it seems to be a bit too much info to me.

 

We once again stayed in Mordy’s friend’s apartment that was being renovated. The apartment the owner Larry was there to work on the renovations. As Larry was working I chatted to him but since I talk so fast and with an accent he was always going Ma? Which is Hebrew for what? That didn’t stop us from flirting a bit.

He stayed so late that he decided to spend the night and due to a lack of bedding we ended up sleeping together.
And by sleeping together I mean fucking all night.

Yes after ten years of being an incel, I had sex. Not just sex but unprotected sex. With a married man. Twice.

Its scandalous, I have been so bad. Not just bad but appallingly stupidly idiotic.
What a dumb fuck! I am a home wrecking hussy (I guess I really am my mother’s daughter) and a complete moron. Just call me the whore of herzliya!

I can’t believe I did this as it was very foolish. I do feel bad about the fact that Larry is married. He gave me the old excuse of his wife never wants to have sex anymore and since they have young kids that could very well be true. But I shouldn’t have given in to the temptation should I?

I try to tell myself that its not like I am gonna go all bunny boiler and try to split them up or anything. It was just sex and it is not my responsibility to keep him faithful to his marriage.

I do wish I could have broken that dry spell, hell it was a drought with a better candidate. But it was the first time in ten years and I couldn’t turn down the opportunity. Besides I was just so shocked to even be in the situation. I had thought I would never have sex ever again!

But when I went to bed as he was already there and as I lay down beside him he started touching me and told me I was beautiful. He even kissed me! I don’t know why, he didn’t seem that desperate, he was a normal attractive guy my age.

I am so stupid, I know that “If it’s not on, It’s not in” but I wasn’t too good at following my own advice.

In my defence all I can say is that I am dumb and I was not expecting this at all. After a decade it was the last thing I thought I would do.

Oh and it felt pretty damn fantastic I must admit.
It’s funny that it was 10 years ago that I last did any fucking, or flying.

And now I did both in a very short period of time.

Is it just merely a random coincidence or is there some kind of weird link in my life between these two activities?

Mordy had to leave Israel as he had a new job. As he was preparing to leave I tagged along and just waited around while he sorted stuff and enjoyed the fact that Tel Aviv has a lot of unlocked wifi.
We went to the marina to look at the boats and try to spot some fish. I don’t know why there was a huge statue of a bird. But there was so I took a photo. We sat under the shady umbrellas at an ice cream parlour and it was a nice finale to a good visit.

Then when Mordy left for the airport he dropped me off at a hostel.
I was happy with his choice (despite feeling like the odd one out as every other chick in my girls dorm room was gorgeous) as there was another veggie place just along the street called Taste of Life, I ate some great food there, and I even had some veggie schwarma. I thought this was cool as the guys had been living on meat schwarma  for most of our trip and now I got to try a totally vegan version.

I caught a bus (while wondering if it was the type that was blown up) and went to the university and found The museum of the Jewish Diaspora despite it not having very good signage.
The computer had trouble scanning my student ID card. I chose not to suggest that it might have been due to the little fact of it quite possibly being a fake. I was told to go ahead and look around. Perhaps I was supposed to go back later and try to pay. But when I used the exited it didn't pass the front desk so I didn’t end up paying.

In the entrance area of the museum was a sand wheel thing that would draw in the sand and then smooth it over again. This was to show eternal repetition. The sign explains that three things intrigue us when relating to Jewish cultural heritage:

The cycle of time

The writing hand capturing time & events

The deleting-hand that attempts, time & again, to erase heritage.

All three are reflected in the element you are encountering.

 

The museum tells the story of 2000 years of Jewish life with a focus on the people. There were models of Jewish life such as a wedding scene, I think there was even a bris too, but I am sure I am repressing such memories out of the sheer horror of the celebration of penis mutilation. Although I did meet a couple of Jewish American guys while at a Laundromat (yay for a country where I don’t have to wash by hand) who were pretty funny when they said that the Jews are so confident that they cut a bit off before they even know how big it will grow.

 Anyway back in the museum had lots of models of different styles of synagogues around the world. That was my fave part and it was cool how many different styles there were.

I also liked that one wall featured a cut out of a menorah with a mural behind it. Pretty cool.

On the way back from the museum I got off the bus at Rabin Square for Buddha Burger and then I let Devil Duckie out at the Dizengoff Fountain. As it is such a symbol of Tel Aviv a duck shot was necessary despite fact it was covered in bird droppings.

I also went to the beach were they have a boat shaped concrete memorials. I got a photo of a “boat” with a plane in the background I liked. But I was sad a missed an awesome shot of a plane that was flying over that looked like it was going to hit an interesting shaped building. I tried to wait for another but none had the right perspective. Damn those perfect shots you miss.

 

Back at the hostel I got talking to a guy working there and he said he wanted to have sex with me. I was like whoa I am on a roll! But I wasn’t into him at all and that was the night I did laundry so I was like “I’m going to the Laundromat, you should just do a load by hand”.

The Lazy Girl’s Guide to Becoming an Olympic Athlete

With the Olympic Games coming to a close in Beijing I am sure there have been more than a few people out there fantasising about what it would be like to be participating.

Well I am here to let you know the easy way to get yourself there.

Why spend years sweating, gasping for air and with aching muscles you didn’t even know you had in the usually difficult quest to get there. Who wants to put up with exhausting training schedules, special diets and no time for a social life etc…

No there must be an better way and I am here to share the lazy way to achieve if not glory at least a good story you can tell to the grandkiddies.

That’s right I have a simple plan to get you into the games. You’ll get to walk in your countries spiffy uniform colours and hang out with all the hot fellow Olympians. Pick the right Olympics and you can be spending time in an exotic destination too.

So what the secret? Well as far as I can tell it’s to pick a sport that no one else in your country has any interest in, then sign yourself up and head off to go for gold, or not…

If your country seems to be in everything then just pick a country that doesn’t seem very sporty and move on in. if you do it right you could be the only representative of that country and thus you are then assured the honour of carrying your new flag.

Sure barring a convient outbreak of food poisoning in the competitors in of your particular competition you won’t be winning any medals. But then I figure that most athletes there don’t so you will be in good company.

Olympic Athlete will look good on your resume whether you came first or very very last (no need to mention where you placed on it really).

Plus you could even end up having a movie made about you like the Jamaican bobsledders!

Even if you don’t manage to sell the move rights you could become branded a loveable loser and have everyone clapping and cheering for you. This happened to Eric the Eel at the Sydney games.

The guy would have a hard time making it across a bathtub but he got the crowd on his side and probably more media attention than the winners (can you remember who won? I can’t). Whoever won may have a medal but Eric was a darling of the crowd and is still remembered fondly.

I used to think that his place could have gone to more deserving athlete who at least had more than a snowballs chance in hell of winning. But now that is not the Olympic spirit is it. No the spirit is to have as many countries coming together in a celebration of sport or something like that. Lovely ideals which any aspiring Olympian can exploit.

So stop dreaming and start scheming!

Surprise! Kids don’t = happiness

An interesting (well to a childfree wench like me) story was in the news recently. The results of some scientific scrutiny agreed with my viewpoint on the subject so I was nodding my head along as I read it and feeling like a smug barren bitch.

The research showed that while pregnancy did make people happier the pleasure plummeted once the baby arrived.

Makes sense as then reality sets in and you realise you have a spewing, shitting, screaming and sleep depriving sprog that you can’t return.

Hilarious how the survey compared having kids to buying designer socks, coz yeah random! And I love it.

I wonder how many people would return their brats if they could. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money and body back…

It reminded me of the old friend who emailed me about being knocked up and puking constantly. I guess I should come up with a name for her. Maybe Minnie just because I am currently reading a book with a character with this name and I am too lazy to come up with anything better.

Ok so I haven’t heard from Minnie since that email. I imagine she is still having a close personal relationship with her toilet bowl…

In the last email Minnie said that she said that she was looking forward to the year off work as a pooping crying baby wasn’t much of an incentive. Comments like that remind me why I was friends with her in the first place! :)

Back to the news article it also said that money can make you happier but you get to a point where it doesn’t make you any happier. I agree think that my point of financial joy is around $30 million and after that I won’t feel any more joy for more cash. I will have enough to do all the things on my lists (lots of things to be joyful about in my life as not to be like the brilliant quote that when you have one source of joy, it's bound to be your greatest).

So any extra cash after that I could just spend on socks…

Plus I think all this information fits with my idea perfectly.

The one about getting pregnant (and thus happier), then getting the baby bonus and selling the kid on the blackmarket. So then once the baby bliss is gone the money joy is there to take its place. See I knew I was smart!

I speaka de English

So I went to the travel agent to look for some lovely photos of Europe to put up at work. I didn’t manage to find any suitable ones as I got distracted.

Yeah it happens a lot, but it was by a brochure they had on working holidays and volunteering so totally worth it.

It was the only one they had and it has a little on the UK working holiday I want to do.

But it also mentions teaching English as a second language overseas. Now I used to sit in class back when I was an innocent little schoolgirl (shut up I so was!) and think man I am so glad I am not a teacher I don’t wanna do that. But now I think well maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Of course there is the fact that when people ask me if I speak any other languages I point out that I have enough trouble with English.

Seriously I think my problem is that I learn too many words from reading them and that doesn’t tell you the correct way to pronounce them so I guess and sometimes I get it wrong. Then people laugh at me and I feel bad. But then again the students probably won’t know enough to know when I am wrong.  I would probably only be teaching the simple words anyway so I don’t need to be a freakin professor of linguistics. Sure I am not a cunning linguist but I will presume that I can handle it. I at least know better than engrish (and hope to spot more) So it’s all good.

I have not made any plans on what to do after Europe and now I am thinking well that’s what I could do after the UK thing. Be cool to add another country to the list of those I have lived in.

Of course I would have to be careful about which country I chose to go to.

I wouldn’t want to end up in a country full of fuckwits like that poor teacher in Sudan.

Ok maybe that was a little harsh but really if Muslims want to stop being known as violent idiots they defiantly have to step up their game plan and stop with the lets kill someone for a stupid reason thing.

Now teddy bears may be a bit naff but to chuck someone in jail because they named it after your god? Good lord it is an understatement to say it’s an overreaction.

I do have to wonder what the teacher did to piss off the person who dobbed her in so much. You would think that a nice person would simply take her aside and explain why it is not done in their culture.

So there must have been some underlying hate there.

Also since the class chose the name shouldn’t they all be killed too?

Ah well I am not surprised that religion and common sense just don’t go together.

Gee I wonder what else they could do

So I read this in the news.

Yes a Japanese government website crashed because so many people tried to take up an offer of a half-price McDonald's hamburger in exchange for pledging to fight global warming.

Um hello? I guess you just can’t underestimate the idiocy of others.

Ok maybe I am being a little harsh. We are fighting the billion dollar marketing machines of evil corporations after all.

Yeah everyone is lying to the general public. Even celebrities in their pustaches. Yes there is pus  in the milk people.

But it just amazes me that other people don’t realise that one of the biggest causes of global warming is meat! 

These people would do far more to save the planet if they stopped eating McDonalds.

Yes it true. It’s the real inconvenient truth for most people.

If only the public realised that going veg will not only be saving the lives of so many animals. it can save your life and the planet too.