Indulged in a few tipples of cognac and light-hearted candor in a respected drinking establishment, congratulating my buddies on a job well done. Then we all went to the beach and blew each other, teacher 'n' all.
Growing tired of the Stupid on TAN, I wrote this during half-time of the Super Bowl...
Marginally better than the "Black Eye Peas" - marginally. All you had to explain was that when you put a banana up your ass, god gave it a handle to retrieve it.
A certificate only says you can do the work and are motivated, and if slogging through four years to gain that means a job at the end, then fair enough; it's as good a way as any. I for one am so special I didn't need to gain any certificates to show employers the depth of my drive and potential; I dropped out of two Degree courses because I've fuck-all motivation. Drugs and joos did it.
Just after watching Louis Theroux's documentary on Ultra Zionists on iplayer. Not one of his best ones in terms of his usual journalistic voyeur into the mindset of a people, but still a good watch if you want to witness the day-to-day in the West Bank.
I really dont mind a good racist joke, I believe laughing at your own expense is good for the soul. The thing here is the way he said it, which I think was very...how do I put this, Cunty!
It's getting real ugly over there. I think the next few days will be vital for either side. The problem with the protesters is they have no real method of transition or a voice.
Did ya see the one with the Australians? They were given Austrian made bikes. When they told Clarkson what make the bikes were, he's like 'well what are yous'?
Australian, they said. Clarkson replied, 'Agh, same thing'. Or to that effect. I lold.
Revealing the people to me would add no relevance to my actions. We're all the same, aren't we?
Maybe a better question would be: If one of the people in mortal danger was a close relative, would you act. I know if I saw my brother ready to get splattered, I'd be swiftly changing the tracks or throwing that fat fuck over the bridge.
I went with B. I had to picture myself in that actual situation and work out what I would do and based on that - I would flip the switch to reduce the death toll and then attempt to save him too even if it is futile.
The fat man was more difficult. I think given the situation it wouldn't cross my mind to push him over and if it did I would be skeptical as to that stopping the trolley and would not risk killing 6 people. I probably wouldn't push the fat man as I simply cant believe that would stop the trolley hitting the rest. Even if I did know for sure it would work I don't think it would cross my mind in that moment - so I wouldn't push him.
You'd be killing someone though, regardless of how many lives it saved. Could you honestly live with that? I know I couldn't - fuck that.
Life is all about sex, Wolffe. Maybe you're too caught up in your obsession with the physical act, that you don't realise that life is uninterruptedly about mind-fucking.
