In the land of unspeakable body odour the person who smells only half bad is king! So they say, anyway – so they say. People always come out with stuff like that though, don’t they? People come out with all sorts of stuff when it comes down to it – they’ll come out with any bullshit under the sun if they think there’s some sort of advantage to be had from it. We’re quite shameless really – there’s no limit to the type of nonsense we’ll affiliate ourselves with if we believe it might benefit us in some way. No sir there isn’t, and the ultimate result of this is the world we find ourselves in today! It’s a circus really, isn’t it? Jackasses are elected to high office and anyone who dares to speak the truth gets publicly shunned; folk will cross over to the other side of the road rather than look you in the eye. That’s the kind of world we live in you see. That’s exactly the kind of world we live in. Jackasses are elected to high office, and anyone who… well – you get the picture, I’m sure. You know what I’m trying to say here. No need for me to keep banging on about it, right? It’s not as if you don’t know it all yourself. I wouldn’t want to insult your intelligence by implying that you don’t. You’re not a fool. The grotesque mockery which is human life in the 21st century only exists because of our tacit agreement that it should do however and so I don’t think we should escape responsibility as easily as we do. ‘It’s not my fault’, we cry out indignantly, ‘it’s the social indoctrination that made me do it. I was told what to think at an early age…’ We’d like to pretend it’s not our fault you see. ‘It was the others, not us’, we say. ‘It was the Illuminati’, we say. ‘Alien space lizards were controlling our minds the whole time, honest…’ Amazing the shit we’ll come out with, isn’t it? We would rather do anything rather than take responsibility for the mess we’re in. We’re as slippery as be damned when it comes to that. We are more slippery then a barrel of live eels. We are more wriggly than a sack of weasels. We’ll blame a stranger for our woes as soon as look at them, so we will. That’s how keen are we to avoid looking at ourselves In the mirror. We’re plenty keen. We’re as keen as mustard. ‘The buck stops over there’, we say, pointing into the distance. The instinct of avoidance reaches its apogee in the human race. I really don’t know what else I can say on the subject. There’s no point in feeling bad about it, though – that’s just the way we are. That’s just the way we are so we might as well get on with it.
