Politics, Preachers and Pansy

  Today I got asked, while playing my guitar, if I played the guitar.

  No. Of course not.

  Here is a snippet of said guitar:

  I put on the Stig sticker to cover a chip, but there are quite a few scratches on her (him? It?) so I was thinking I’d buy some shiny letter stickers and print something cool on it (or him, or her). Like Frank and his first love, Pansy:

  If any of you have any ideas for what I could call my aforementioned instrument, or what I could plaster on it with stickers, comment. Actually, comment anyway.

  I’ve been doing some thinking and have decided to buy ‘Indifferent Ignorance’ as a domain name from WordPress. Which would make the url http://www.indifferentignorance.com. Which would be very cool indeed… Isobel agrees with me, but is ten dollars a year a waste of time and exchange rate? Let me know before I buy it for Christmas.

  In other news, school is still quite new so the lessons are interesting. For example, Ruby’s citizenship class prompted her to find this. I highly recommend it to anyone who isn’t sure who Hitler or Stalin were, or what democracy means.

  In History we’re doing the Cold War, and we had a debate today about whether it was America’s fault more or Russia’s. I sided with the USSR, because I don’t much like Yanks. The opposition pointed out that Stalin rigged the Eastern European elections to get the commies in… I pointed out that elections get rigged all the time, and that even in The Head of Democracy, the USA, people are bribed and threatened to vote for certain parties. Look at the Red Shirts in North and South Carolina after the civil war.

  I won the argument hands down, but apparently it wasn’t a very moral one. Good thing we all know truth isn’t always moral, eh?

  Another thing I thought was quite amusing today: Religious Studies. I like RS. I don’t believe in God so it’s all a good story from where I’m standing. We recovered prejudice and discrimination and there was a textbook question saying, “Many Christians have worked to end prejudice. What reasons do you think they would give for their involvement in such campaigns?” My initial reaction was Catholic guilt. If you believe the Bible word for word, you’re a homophobic sexist. But you also have to treat your neighbour as you would want to be treated. So helping disabled people get car parking spaces eases the hypocrisy a bit.

This Is Probably the Only Blog Post You’ll Ever Read Linking My Chemical Romance and the 1947 Polish Elections

  It’s become something of tradition, I think, to blog around this week every year. Not because I lost someone on 9/11. I was only five years and three hundred and sixty-four days old when it happened, after all… Most people my age probably can’t even remember it. I know a girl at my school who thinks Osama Bin Laden is a member of the Beatles.

Osama bin Laden cartoon

Not because it’s Mikey Way’s thirtieth birthday today either.

  Or that it’s nearly nine years since a depressed twenty-something artist on his way to work saw the aforementioned disaster and formed a brilliant rock band with his aforementioned brother.

  But because, despite all the odds, I have survived another year. Amazing, innit? I haven’t been run over by a bus, set myself on fire during a Chemistry IAA, contracted cancer, crashed a car, slit one vein too many, been assassinated or fallen over attempting a roundhouse kick, cracking my head open on the dojo floor.

  I’m prepared to bet a few of you have considered killing me, setting me on fire or chucking me on the dojo floor. Thank you for refraining. You know that theory Charles Darwin came up with, the survival of the fittest? That if you’re unable to hunt or climb trees or run really fast from whatever’s trying to eat you, you’ll get cast out of the pack and eaten.

  I kind of cheated with the ‘survival’ part of the saying. It’s not my fault, okay? I didn’t ask to get born eleven weeks early. It just happened. I didn’t ask for Rochford and Southend hospitals to stick pipes in my side and kick-start my respiratory system either, but I’m grateful to whoever signed the pipe-insertion contract.

  Every year I reflect on the shithole that is September 11th and the excellence of My Chem, and wonder how something so good could be born out of something so bad. If 9/11 hadn’t happened, would MCR be doing what they do? I like to think that terrorist attacks notwithstanding, yeah.

  Let’s face it, Gerard wouldn’t have done art for the Cartoon Network forever, Ray was going to pick up the guitar again at some point, Mikey had to get over his stage fright one way or another and Frank… Well, Frank is one of those insane blokes who sort of manages to kill demon sharks wherever the van takes him.

       

  Same with Darwin’s theory of evolution. If I’d been born circa 1950, I’d be in a shoebox sized grave right now next to my mum, and Maxim would be an unexistent annoying little brother. But I was born in the nineties, dude, and there’s no point having a pretty comfortable privileged life and not doing anything but surfing Twitter. So regardless of my serious hatred of birthday celebrations and all the grief that accompanies it, I’m rather looking forward to Sunday.

  It ain’t over till the fat lady sings, according to the proverb. Well, it ain’t over till I say it’s over, so anyone still going on about medical science not being a good idea can go the same way as the homophobes and Qur’an burners. Down the fucking drain.

  When the USSR rigged the Polish vote in 1947 to ensure it became communist, Stalin wasn’t worried about cheating. He was worried that Germany might kill more Russians if there was another war, and he wanted Poland to protect them. I don’t like Labour, but Moustache Dictator Guy Two had the right idea.