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Over these past few weeks, I've been a saintly little sinner.



My tongue has been bitten and my hands bound in my own knots.



But no longer.

Its Friday night...well, Saturday morning.



There's a wicked storm out tonight. Swirling, howling winds.



Lots of rain.



But its warm, not as a winter wind should be. Which is annoying.



Because now I want to go for a walk, even though I shouldn't, because its late and it's winter.



But since I know it isn't cold, I kind of want that solitude.



Walking rain-lashed streets in the middle of the morning is kinda freaky, but relaxing. All the shops closed, the construction site looking eerily monolithic...



Not a single other soul around.



No noise. No movement, save the rain and the wind.



Darkness, enveloping, encapsulating.



But much as I want to walk in it alone, there would still feel as though some part of the perfect picture in my mind, was missing.



Damn the oceans, the path of lives and the hearts of men!

I wonder if eating two rather large, nicely grilled pork chops, after midnight, will be bad for my belly?





Maybe I'll do a Gremlin thang...





One can always hope.



>:)

A few people keep seeming to infer that I have somehow been 'away'.



I'm not sure that they actually understand what having a life entails.



I have never left, I've been lurking and doing what has been asked of me for this site.



This doesn't entail having a lot of time to say hi to everyone.



Especially those I don't even want to speak to.



But for those whose company I do appreciate, I will find the time...

So, with that last in mind, to all those whom I count as friend here on VR, I wish this xmas to be good for you, since that is all I have to give.



:)

So, it's xmas day.



I've neglected to write in this journal for a while.



I've had little that I wanted known.



Which is odd, since I'm usually quite opinionated.



But I've been watching, reading, learning.





But back to xmas. Tis a day of joy for all children. Mostly.



Sad story about my childhood, which has meant that this day holds little value for me personally. But then, I can appreciate how those kids see it, when they wake up and all the shiny new stuff is there for them. 'Santa' has been and the milk for the reindeer and cake for the man, has gone- proof indeed to child that this ever present personification of commercialism is indeed, real.



But I am a cynic. I do hold that the very core of xmas 'spirit' is corrupt, even if this doesn't take away from the delight of millions of kids.



And that is the sad irony in this day. That the smiles are largely brought about by the expense outlayed on the toys. How much wider will be the smile of the child from the wealthy family, who gets the Playstation 3, than the poor kid with a pack of socks and toiletries...



Whilst the meaning of the reason for celebrating is subsumed in the glut of 'sharing'.



Was it not the man Jesus who walked to the square with the money lenders, who knocked over their tables and taught us that the value in life, is not with the price tag, but within the heart?



Yes, an expensie gift can bring a smile, many gifts will always make one feel special, but when, at the end of the day, the night is cold and very lonely, perhaps all that might be wished for, is someone to hold, to give warmth, love and security, without any expense but their own time to be there.



This is sounding like a preaching sermon about the value of love over a gift- intended to make someone smile for it's intrinsic value, rather than its meaning.



Perhaps it is because I have so little to give this year, as any year, that I wish to justify my lack of expenditure, but not really.



I just want it to be realised that I respect the Gospel, but when it comes to the surrounding culture, centralised in the moral core of modern Christianity, I find it painfully amusing.



Sardonic, is the smile which lights the face of the money lenders, especially at xmas.

I recreated my portfolio but not, as you might see.



lol

Just because you can't see me, does not mean that I'm absent.

I got bored with the new profile music really quickly...and then, I remembered a song which means more to me than all the rest.

The war in Somalia deterioates.



Iraq has become the 'quagmire' that Saddam Hussein predicted.



Iran has positioned themselves as the number one contender, in the Arab/Persian/Muslim fight for the title of 'Destroyer of Isreal'.



Japan is revising its sixty years old pacifist constitution- in order to 'adapt to the changing nature of the global political situation.'



The 'peoples republic' of Korea has shut the fork up after declaring 'We want to blow up America and their friends. And now we have a bomb to do it with'.



Russia has just about finalised the transition from 'communist police state', to 'capitalist police state.'



While in Chechnia, there isn't much left to use as a scapegoat cover for mass-murder.



Further over, in Afganistan, the British are taking a pounding, but as ever, the stiff upper lip has managed to keep the wolves at bay.



But, on the flip side, a poppy trade that once nearly died under the Taliban, (prompting a global rise in the price of Heroin and leading to the short lived 'fashion' style of 'Herion Chic'), now flourishes at an even greater rate.



This lines the pockets of the still corrupt warlords, provides the farmers the much needed money just to keep surviving and obviously, means that the Western markets are once more flooded with cheap slag.



Interestingly, it turns out that the fabled 'Northern Alliance', have been selling the weapons the got from the US, to the Taliban friendly groups in the North and West of the country.



And what of Pakistan? Pres...General Mussharaf, has told the UK and US that he's doing his best, but considering how many assassination attempts he's survived lately, I'd say that his days are numbered.



And Syria....stuck in the middle, hoping that Iraq turns the heat up on the US, which will give them leverage against The Lebanon...



And even there, we have the country on the brink of another catastrophe, born of extra-judicial assassinationsm which succeed in creating the chaos and undermining the political will to stand against the Syrian bloc.



And the Isreali decision to invade, only helped to further this agenda. What a mess that was too. A humiliating withdrawal, tainted by huge civilian casualties, with claims and counter-claims of using illegal cluster munitions.



And among the ruins of Palestine, in the Gaza open prison complex, death is still a daily occurence, creating fear and anger and fueling the cycle of hate.



Back in Africa, the plight of the downtrodden is pushed back to the fringes of the public conciousness, replaced as the main story by Madonna.



Who knows what will happen with South America, now that Chavez has deigned to refuse the US access to one of the worlds largest oil reserves, instead offering deals to 'third-world' countries and nationalising the industry.



As one of the most influencial members of OPEC, it could be a tight squeeze on the US before too long. And for Europe too, with the virtual Russian monopoly on natural gas supplies...



Ah, America, land of free enterpise...It now has a recession looming and the dollar, well, some countries are starting to wipe their ass with the greenback.



2$ = £1 I like that exchange rate....good for Ebay shopping.



Where does this leave the world, when a 'coalition of the willing', once comprising dozens of countries (many minor states and contributions), faces up against a multi-national, ideological faith filled opponent?



It's hell out there.

These are funny...



Badger Badger!





Pimp KarateChop

I wrote some stuff.



I wrote a lot of stuff.



Then I deleted it.



I've done that a few times recently.



One was on the 'Situation' in Somalia. It appears to be getting out of hand.



Another was on AIDS.



And yet a third, was on the Torah, Deuteronomy.



All of these were rants. All were deleted on a whim.



I don't really know why.



Confused.



It's an odd feeling this. To write for hours, then simply delete it away.



Quite theraputic really.

In the latest face-value change to the latest world war, we find that the Global War On Terrorism, is to be relabeled as the 'Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism'.



So, no longer is it a war, but a struggle, no longer are our soldiers fighting only a noun, but an adjective and a noun- how it must be a struggle for them to grasp this new concept.



One of the real prima facie points is that of the new acronymn which this forms- GSAVE.



I can just imagine Mr Bush now "Ooh, I like that one, it's like 'George' Saves."



Better than GWOT, which could stand for 'Georges WOT?' or 'Georges War On Terrorism.'



This new slogan appears much better for media consumption.



Stephen Hadley, Assistant to the President For National Security Affairs, says "We need to dispute both the gloomy vision and offer a positive alternative."



Does he really believe that the American, nay the global public, are gullible enough to accept a freshly crafted soundbite as a means to salve their erupting fury?



That it took this long for those in 'control' of this fiasco, to realise the differentiation between an anonymous feeling in 'terror' and and ideological principle, is a testament to just how desperate they are to prove that this war isn't being lost.

I was made to work out that my profile was the 867th registered on VR, by someone's new found rating tactic.



Took me ages to scroll through fifteen at a time...lol

Boom boom boom boom
I'm gonna shoot you right down,
right offa your feet
Take you home with me,
put you in my house
Boom boom boom boom
A-haw haw haw haw
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm

I love to see you strut,
up and down the floor
When you talking to me,
that baby talk
I like it like that
Whoa, yeah!
Talk that talk, walk that walk

When she walk that walk,
and talk that talk,
and whisper in my ear,
tell me that you love me
I love that talk
When you talk like that,
you knocks me out,
right off of my feet
Hoo hoo hoo
Talk that talk, and walk that walk