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Dunno about you guys but I’ve seen the sort of unvarnished bullshit we’re now being fed by our leaders and media a few times before. It’s always presaged war. Started by ‘our side’.

I mean the sort of war you have when you’re having a war. Not the Clayton’s sort where you fill battlefields with well armed proxies and pretend it’s just the other guys having a war.

Iran is most obviously in Trump’s gun-sights but there’s a lot of aggression being directed at Russia too.

I hope not. I sure fuckin’ hope not.


Balance sheet

Punishment is the price of dissent. The cost of compliance is your soul.


Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education.” – Bertrand Russell

Yeah, they taught us. They taught us to sit down, shut up, behave and do our work. They taught us the cost of compliance and price of dissent. They taught us to obey.

“Line up!” and “Hands on heads!” were among our first lessons. We were better students than the Vietnamese peasants on the evening news. They didn’t need to point guns at us. Caning and detention sufficed. Along with humiliation and threats of a ruined future.

It felt like escape when the final bell rang. When the final exams were done. But it was only into a bigger schoolyard.

Cafe society

Tiny insects, finer than fruit flies, silver in the sunlight. They gather around the coffee maker, garbage bag, spilled coffee on the chopping board. A small jumping spider hunts them manically.

Bulk pack drumsticks

Most are scrawny. I don’t expect the former owners found much use for them. The others show more pluck. Evidence of exercise. Scratching at their cage?

I’ll probably get more from their legs than they did.


Why? (not)

Nothing causes anything because everything is of everything.

Ol’ pinkeye

My eyes have been itchy lately. It seems to be connected to my inflamed, blocked sinuses. Or more probably both are connected to my hyper-vigilant immune system. So it’s my fault really.

My friend wants me to tell my doctor she once had infected lachrymal ducts. Not because it has anything to do with my itchy eyes. Because she likes to show off. Those aren’t just scars and traumas and chronic disabilities. They’re campaign medals.

She deserves an award for the lachrymal ducts though.

It started when a mixed group of bacterial and fungal pioneers set up symbiotic stakes in the little tubes that connect her eyes with her nasal cavity so her tears can drain away (no, I didn’t know that either). They were probably quietly getting by recycling trace nutrients from used tears when some xenophobic immune cells declared them foreign antigens and it was on. The resultant inflammatory fracas left my friend’s lachrymal ducts scarred and blocked, so by the time her militant immune system – supported by antibiotic strikes – had genetically cleansed the region her tear draining infrastructure was left in ruins. It wasn’t all due to the egalitarian microbial co-op in her face. It was her fault really.

And everywhere she went the tears poured down her face.

Some people asked if she was alright or if there was anything they could do. Others – mostly young women – offered her gestures of solidarity and glared at me. I was used to that from when she ran into a glass door and blacked both her eyes. Her GP said she had to go to hospital.

After corrective surgery she no longer had tears flowing constantly from her eyes. She had blood flowing constantly from her eyes. Just like in horror movies. Instead of offering to help or threatening to sort me out people now said “Arrgh! Oh My God! Aaaah! No! No! Stay away!”. That’s because they now understood she had a real medical condition and not something stigmatising such as emotional issues or an unfortunate upbringing. It’s not her fault really.

She looked like a Cloverfield fan en route to a convention.

I don’t think rubbing my itchy eyes is gonna get me symptoms as spectacular as that. Everyone assumes they’re red because I’m on drugs. So I get stoned to avoid misunderstandings.

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