April 18, 2005

A Colourful Future For All Of Us

At least, that's my dream. One day we'll all have our own personalised hammocks with electronic drink-dispensing arms, beer and wine will flow from taps in the kitchen, TV's will take up whole walls, or the wall will be the TV, underfloor heating will be commonplace (the architect in me is struggling to get out), and pets will feed themselves. Trains will not cost an arm, a leg, and a vital organ, and buses will actually turn up on time and get you to where you want to go, ON TIME. Doctors will help you to get better, rather than just asking you what you'd like them to prescribe, or asking you to tell them what's wrong with you, and people who actually need help - like, now - will get help, like, now, rather than having to wait ten years in a waiting list that only exists, not because there are too many patients, but because there aren't enough doctors/nurses/people full stop. Council tax won't even be remembered (cheers Maggie - I hardly remember you, yet I still hate you), wars won't happen unless they are obviously necessary, ie. some loony dictator, very much unlike Saddam Hussein, decides to launch nuclear thingys against half the western and eastern world, and people might actually help their neighbours out of the goodness of their hearts, rather than just sitting back and watching them suffer. Animals will be treated with respect, elderly people will be treated with respect, children will be treated with respect, and children will perhaps even treat adults with respect. However I seriously doubt that politicians will ever do what they promise, say what they mean, or do anything that actually benefits the majority of the people they are supposed to be helping. The day I listen to a politician talk and believe what I'm hearing, will in itself be a great day.

But these are all pipe dreams. I could try to care about the steadily approaching general election, but what difference would it make? None I expect. I could vote in a way that has meaning and relevance to me, but would it change anything meaningful? Nope, it wouldn't. Just look at America. How ridiculously crap does a president or prime minister have to be, before the majority of the population sees him for what he really is? Bush is a retard, and he STILL got voted in! Blair is a lying scumbag, who I was naive enough to vote for. At least hindsight shows us that the only reason he got voted in, was the fact that the Tories were an even worse bunch of scumbags than Labour.

Put in that kind of context it all seems like an utter waste of time, doesn't it? So I could do all these 'Who Should You Vote For' type tests that are floating about the web at present, and I could get all worked up about it (as, reading this back, I do actually appear to have done somewhat), but what exactly would I achieve by doing so? Piddly diddly squat, that's what.

So I'm not going to bother.

I'm apathetic and I don't care.

So instead, I'm going to stick some lovely pretty coloured imaginary things in this post, pretend that everything is hunky dory, and carry on with my cheery little life. As the midget (and the sidebar) says, "where we're from the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always moozik in the air." In my head, in my head...

That was really bloody pretty wasn't it? Yeah! Woo! Hazzah! Hazzah is my word of the week. Using it makes me feel great. Hazzah!! There I go again.

Those wonderful piccies are from EBOY by the way, and they rock.

I also want to include this link again, because Blogger was basically trying to fuck me over on my last post, and so didn't allow this link to look like it was a link, which as I'm sure you'll agree, is very annoying. So here is the ruddy thing again, bigger and better, and nothing Blogger can do to shit it up will work!! Or, I've just cursed myself again.


The end.


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