Can’t we all just get along?

I’m going to give an advance warning here. I’ll be picking on Americans a LOT in this post. Mainly because, when it comes to politics you are without a doubt the loudest group of people ever.

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The Blogger’s Third Reich

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Okay, now I’m pissed. Now I’m really. Fucking. Angry.

Yesterday I was reading another one of the many blogs I have favourited. It, like mine, is a personal blog. And the author, like me, has a lot of things to say. However, she’s been far braver than I ever dare be and has not enforced a form of self-censorship on her posts. Shes writes about whatever she wants, whenever she wants. And it seems some people are not too happy about this.

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Boys will be boys

I was listening to the radio just about half an hour ago, one of those radio talk shows where people call in and desperately grab their thirty seconds of fame. Well, one lady in particular called in complaining about how her little ten year old boy was drawing violent pictures of stick figures at war. Seemed she was desperate to find out what she had done wrong to raise such an evil creature.

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A Dream…

You stand up. The sky is black, no stars will light your path tonight. The Moon is nowhere to be seen. But you know it is night time.

You take in your surroundings. You are standing in the car park of your old school, but there are no cars. You call out for anybody who could be there. There is no one. You search your pockets. There is only a blank white piece of paper. You think it is photograph paper, but you’re not sure. Your hand feels slightly numb.

Why don’t you have your phone? You always have your phone. Why don’t you have your phone?

With a sudden sense of loathing, you start up the hill, walking up the road to your school’s main building.

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Confession of a Supposed Abuser

Apparently I’m an abuser of children.

Before we go any further, I’d like to direct you towards this piece of news: Little Kids can be labeled as abusers. Does this mean I’m an abuser? When I was 4 years old, I committed the heinous act of slapping a female member of my class. Was I abusing her?

This is just another example of parents being way too protective of their children. If children can be labeled as abusers before they’re old enough to know what sex is then this sets a dangerous precedence for our futures. Its a sad day when children can no longer play in the garden like their parents used to.

What makes it even worse is that it’s only the boys in a class that get told off for this sort of thing. In my old school (which I no longer attend thankfully) a new doctrine has been brought in to protect the girls from the dangers of sexual harassment. Basically, all the guys were told to watch their wandering eyes. Girls, however, were given free reign to report any boy they wanted for any reason. If a girl didn’t like a guy, all she had to do was give his name to a teacher and lo and behold…instant suspension pending an investigation. The headmaster’s even taken it overboard to such an extent that he’s cracking down on legitimate couples. Suprise, asshole, but at that age (16-19) it’s all about mixing with the opposite sex. You can’t stop nature!

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