What the fuck kind of insult is 'Jew'? you know the kind of 'insult' like 'yeh, ya fuckin ju!' that is usualy hurled around by a certain group of people (dead eyes, sports wear, drooling mouth), ie. chavs.
I am not Jewish and I have no problem with the Jewish faith, in fact, i quite admire it. Compared to christianity, or pretty much anyone for that matter, Judaeism has a far less 'prestigious' history of hate, oppression, murder and such. However, i was recently refered to as being semitic by a person of similar description to persons described above. I'm not entirely sure what he hoped to acheive by calling me this. Did he think i would cry? collapse into a tearful heap, crying to the heavens 'nooooo, Moses help me, its not true! Why, Joshua, whyyyyyy?' No. All this thick peice of maggot shit succeeded in doing was proving that he/it is in fact a worthless, ignorant twat with racist and neo-nazi tendencies, whos only purpose on this planet is to remind us all of the importance of protected sex and making us all wish his dad had spurted him into a tissue a long time ago.
I was merely walking down the street, and to be met with a hail of hate-crime related vulgarity always strikes me as a bit of a shock, but also a bit of light entertainment. Here's what gets me about this kind of insult: you never hear it applied to any other religion. You never hear anyone shout "Oi! ya fakin Buddhist!" or "Yeh blud, your fuckin Greek Orthodox, innit. Blup!"
I once tried to apply this concept to a new religion, but it did not end well. It was at a house party, the kind that you tend to get in Hemel which is full of chavs and drug addicts. One of my friends had attempted to steal my beers as a joke.
So naturally I told him to "fuck off, you fuckin Christian!" At this point, everyone in the room, most of whom had previously been doing ketamine of the counter and discussing the complexities of 'knifin' people (what you do is ram it in their ribs or their leg and twist the blade, producing maximum pain and nerve damage while allowing for easy withdrawal of you 'shank', apparently), suddenly turn into a militant group of christian fundamentalists. I'm greeted by a chorus of "wot blad?" "yeh? im a fuckin cafflic, innit" "dont take the Holy Lords name in vain, ya fackin greebo!" I sharply made my departure.
I think what we're all forgetting here is that Jesus was a Jew. Oh yeh, that's right gangsta, Jesus was a fackin' 'orrible hebrew. Oh Yeh, and the bible? Half of that was written by Jews, gasp! In fact Christianity, Islam and even Rastafarianism come from Judaism. Fact. So why the fuck is it in any way acceptably to use Jew as an insult? You dont go around shouting 'nigger' or 'paki' at people, so why 'Jew'? Its not clever, or funny or 'gangsta'. All it proves is that you are a pig ignorant, racist dipshit.
Rant over, good day.
Friday, 27 November 2009
a question of sexuality?
so, having the spent the majority of my evenings over the last 3 months or so in rooms full of very attractive young ladys in tight skirts and high heels, listening to music about 'lovin all night long' and such, I've decided that i far prefer bieng in a room full of sweaty, angry, hairy tattooed men who are trying to beat each other up while listening to loud and fast music which makes you want to kill people. i now find myself wondering if thats not just a little bit gay.
Monday, 23 November 2009
A devilish concoction
I have recently found the best way to ruin a perfectly good night.
What you need is around 100 or so people who are having a fun night, myself, Adam Keene, Gerry Flyne, copious amounts of free punch and an ipod. proceed to watch afformentioned people dance wildly around the room, chanting to some sngs that noone else has ever heard, and observe the party fall apart. it was a very good night. thank you to Ellis.
Also, thank you Lucy Hurst, for buying me the best album ever!
that is all.
What you need is around 100 or so people who are having a fun night, myself, Adam Keene, Gerry Flyne, copious amounts of free punch and an ipod. proceed to watch afformentioned people dance wildly around the room, chanting to some sngs that noone else has ever heard, and observe the party fall apart. it was a very good night. thank you to Ellis.
Also, thank you Lucy Hurst, for buying me the best album ever!
that is all.
Hoorah! Charlie has joined the blogging bandwagon.
In retrospect i fear this may have been a bad decision, as one of two thing are likely to happen:
Firstly (and most likely), blogging will become yet another pointless waste of time. It will become wildly addictive like facebook, smoking and Farmville, and serve only as a distraction from doing anything remotely constructive with my time. I'll probably lead ultimately to my failure at University, and a completley pointless debt situation from which i will have taken nothing but hangovers, some meaningless peices of paper and some disjointed ramblings on the internet.
Secondly, i will lose any interest in blogging and this will become yet another idle peice of information clogging up my computer.
But i digress.
So, where to go from here?
Time now is 11.18pm and i have just finished some work on the most stupid play i have ever read ('Endgame' by Samuel Beckett). I am in the company of a very lovely and lusty young lady, Emma Takle, who should technically feature in my bibliography as a verbal source. It has become clear that she is far better at this than me, and she looks very pretty lying on my bed (even if she does have a funny accent).
thats about it for now i guess, more next time.
Soundtrack for today has been:
-Jimmy Ruffin
-Martha Reeves
-the Four Tops
-The Velvettes
-Jr. walke and the All Stars
-Bruce Springsteen
-The Adolescents
-The Bronx
Firstly (and most likely), blogging will become yet another pointless waste of time. It will become wildly addictive like facebook, smoking and Farmville, and serve only as a distraction from doing anything remotely constructive with my time. I'll probably lead ultimately to my failure at University, and a completley pointless debt situation from which i will have taken nothing but hangovers, some meaningless peices of paper and some disjointed ramblings on the internet.
Secondly, i will lose any interest in blogging and this will become yet another idle peice of information clogging up my computer.
But i digress.
So, where to go from here?
Time now is 11.18pm and i have just finished some work on the most stupid play i have ever read ('Endgame' by Samuel Beckett). I am in the company of a very lovely and lusty young lady, Emma Takle, who should technically feature in my bibliography as a verbal source. It has become clear that she is far better at this than me, and she looks very pretty lying on my bed (even if she does have a funny accent).
thats about it for now i guess, more next time.
Soundtrack for today has been:
-Jimmy Ruffin
-Martha Reeves
-the Four Tops
-The Velvettes
-Jr. walke and the All Stars
-Bruce Springsteen
-The Adolescents
-The Bronx
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