GRUMPY LOBSTERS FROM SPACE

Facebook, which is staffed by mush-mouthed weasels, artifial intelligences, and complete bithering idiots, did not like something I wrote recently anent Israeli disapproval of the Irish government's support for murderous thuggery. What I posted was "Of course the Irish premier is anti-Semitic! As leader of the ONLY predominantly Catholic first world country, being a poisonous bigot is part of his/her/its official role!"

Oh dear. What a shame.

That's more or less the equivalent of the retired member of the judicial branch, who is part of the senile troglodyte infestation in the backroom at work, being hideously upset over the widespread approval of Liugi Mangioni exterminating that repulsive slug CEO.

Oh dear. What a shame.


It strikes me that there is far too little pissing up ropes nowadays.
There are far too many easily triggered candy asses too.
My piles bleed for them, bless their hearts.

In other news, to celebrate my apartment mate's birthday, I brought home a large live angry crustacean. She loves crustacean. She is feasting on it now, there are slurping and sucking sounds from the other side of the table.


I am perfectly okay with slagging the Irish, Catholics, and senile old garbage in Marin County.
It was 100% Catholics who told me that I was going to go to hell.
Which made my school years surreal.


The list of things and people whom I mildly and all in all apathetically dislike is quite long. And I'm okay with that. Being passionate about such matters would be far too much effort, and a monumental waste of time.


In some ways I'm rather fond of the Irish. Despite their absolutely horrifying tobaccos, they make some decent pipes.



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