What the hell is going on? Apart from my new tracks I mean...

I think that’s a fair enough question.  I don’t have a clue.  In fact that question probably passes through my head about 3-4 times a day.  What the hell is going on.  

What the hell is going on with these politicians on my TV screen rabbiting away about the way the country runs like what they say actually matters or has any bearing on the direction that the UNITED KINGDOM OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND CORPORTATION LTD actually takes.  Yapping on about votes, and using the vote.  The whole voting system is one big charade to make us believe we have a choice, when really if anything at all, were just electing new CEO’s of the same LTD company who has the same mission statement regardless. It’s all crap.  And why am I watching TV?

What the hell is going on with this celebrity bullshit?  I would of thought within the midst of a recession leading to a depression the last thing on peoples minds would be weather Jordan Katie Price had a healthy colour to her stools this week, but it appears not.  It appears that a lot of people would rather fish through celebrity faeces than check their own shit out. Check their neighbour’s shit out.  Check the shit on your doorstep.  Its certainly not a healthy brown.  It’s a dark burnt greeny black, with some blood in it, and its starting to overflow into the streets, as evidence of our guilty lifestyles.  You are what you eat they say, and what you eat is what you buy, and what you buy and eat combined is a pretty good sum to find out where your at.  So lets check out the local drains and see what were dealing with.   What’s your drain saying? Mine certainly isn’t great. On second thoughts id rather not look in my drain. Its too real, too vivid, too harsh a reality to deal with. I’ve got enough shit on my plate god dam it with out studying my own crap.
I like to think of myself as a humanitarian type. Actually that’s not strictly true. I definitely love animals and nature far more than humans.  I’d happily spend my time in the wilderness admiring the shapes of the hillsides with my dogs above time in a room with other people. But anyway, I like to think that due to my love for nature I’m a peaceful dude, but I cant help but think that some celebrity beat downs would be great.  Maybe not beat down.  But maybe we make like a new Australia and strip the likes of Lilly Allen or Alan Titchmarsh down to their naked form (I saw Lily Allens bare breast backstage in London last year – no joke), and ship em off onto a remote deserted island forever so they can fester in their own dirt and realise what they actually are without all the adoration.  Maybe we could add cameras to the island too? Maybe we could all watch their decline live on telly? Maybe we could get a cheeky duo to present the show? Blood & Jonez maybe?

Talking about dogs, what the hell is going on with my dogs? A recent appointment with a dog behavioural expert informs me that I have confused tense dogs with anxiety disorder leading to hyper defensiveness and aggression, and after taking the time to study the canine species I learn that these disorders are direct reactions to me.  My own state of mind and where I’m at spiritually, reflects into these innocent dogs and they act as a spiritual mirror to some degree.  Great, so I now have to face up to the fact that I have some deep stressful anxiety shit going down and my lack of calm assertive energy is resulting in these poor creatures being shivering wrecks.  I gotta look inwards to solve this.  I gotta find some zenned out inner peace. Which I will do, but I cant help but feel that all the bullshit out there in the world has had something to do with me being so brassed off and angry and now their shitty plan to use human and animal life’s as a resource for their empire is dragging my four legged companions down too.  Well that ain’t on.   It’s getting beyond a joke now.  Some serious shit is on the horizon, its time I did something about it.  

Its time I made a stand.  Its time I stopped watching Jezza in the morning.  Its time I gave up the cake. Its time I stop going to bed half drunk and so full of lemon merrang pie and rose wine that I wake up with chronic stomach cramp.  Its time I stopped kicking my dogs when they don’t obey my franticly screamed commands to sit down.  Its time I stopped paying the next mans mortage whilst I barely afford my rent. Its time I seriously considered starting a vigilante team.  It time I learnt about explosives.  Its time I located a local arms dealer, not to do business with, but just so I know where to find one when it all kicks off.  Its time  I got back into studying the law.  Its time I started this dry food store I keep talking about.  Its time I killed an animal and ate it.  Its time I read the Coming Insurrection and its time I went to bed.  I got a headache.  What the hell is going on.  

ALEX BLOOD – THE DOMESTIC EXTREMIST
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