Posts Tagged ‘Reality’

Mu On Mo #37 – Nats In Ahgfa

September 10, 2012

With a certain chance of us all dying a horrible death some time during this apocalyptic year, it’s better to focus elsewhere.

& to soothe the soul, what’s better than a few tunes ?

Here’s some Music On Monday…

Was this really happening ?

Still dealing with emotional fallout of recent events, I got an invite.

It was for a presentation of a new horror comicbook featuring a story drawn by a friend.

It would happen with or without me.

I was supposed to meet up with my friend’s cousin to travel to this event together.

As he & his wife are busy busy busy, he wanted an earlier time than my current sleeping pattern allowed for.

What about what I want ?

So, we agreed I’d phone him ASAP after arriving there on my own.

In the early hours of that day, still awake, I found myself unmotivated to get started in any way.

Maybe I should’ve made an effort & said something.

By the time I arrived, it was 2 in the afternoon.

Unsure where my friend or his presentation was, I began to look around.

Was it always like this ?

The event was in full swing & there were lots of happy people around.

Looking, buying, sitting, eating, laughing, cosplaying, talking people.

Or am I deluding myself into beliefs ?

Despite this chaos of fun, I suddenly had a good idea where my friend might be & so finding him was easy after all.

Sitting behind a table at a booth with his bestie (the writer of this horror comic), he was drawing something.

Was this really happening ?

1 brief convo later, holding a complimentary horror comic in my hand, I mustered up whatever interest I had & looked around the various other booths there.

Suffice to say, I left pretty quickly thereafter & it was then I decided to take a taxicab back home.

The driver, a moustached fellow, was an Afghani somewhere in his late 50s.

About 5 minutes into an uneventful mostly quiet ride, he suddenly turned to me…

“Broken” but understandble, he asked me a question… Thé Question…

“How are you ?”

There was something quite unreal about having a man who’d studied economy, fled his war-torn country & now was trying to make ends meet as a taxi driver ask me such a question.

Which brings me to the song which got the following comment on YouTube…

“To me, this kind of feels like somebody who’s witnessed something horrible, and is trying to make it go away simply by effort of will. ‘I’m not here… This isn’t happening.’ Somebody in denial.”

This isn’t happening.

This isn’t happening.

This isn’t happening.

From 2000, that was Radiohead – How To Disappear Completely.

See you another time for more Music On Monday ?

…that’s if we’re still around.


Obama Vs Osama – Seriously ?????

June 13, 2012

According to a recent survey, held in 21 countries, support for President Obama & his foreign policy has dropped.

& out of these 21 countries, 17 of them had levels of up to 50% saying that they disapproved of US drone attacks.

So, while not exactly a worldwide trend that’s still pretty high… & weird.

Q: Hey, we got ourselves a group of mass murderers & there’s a very good chance we might take them out by way of a drone attack.

Ok, folks ?

A: No, do not want !

…how is that gonna work ???

Like this:

Mr-could-have-been-dead-Muslim-terrorist, now alive & well, continues his Evil deeds which lead to intimidation by violence, rape, oppression & death AKA a lil’ thing called terror.


Besides Muslim terrorists, just who the Hell in their right mind is against such types of attack ?

Do people seriously buy into that whole story of drones targeting women & children on purpose ?

Drone attacks target terrorists.

Muslim terrorists on the other hand target women, children, the elderly, Westerners & (moderate) Muslims.

Anyone & everyone that’s not like them.

So, do such anti-drone attack people, for some incomprehensible reason, actually believe a good terrorist is a living terrorist ?

I can only assume how Reality manifests in their heads…

“Oh hi, Mr Muslim terrorist. Gee, I’m so sorry the US was trying to kill you, I sincerely hope that there’s no grudge on your part & that we can all be friends. Say, wanna go recycle some pape…” *

*It was at that point the terrorist blew himself up.

Logically, it’s total & utter nonsense to be against drone attacks because such terrorists are gonna die anyway.

The thing here is if you want to die with them… or not.

But I guess that’s all a moot point really.

Because at least we spoke out against those bad drone strikes.

Funny how a clear conscience can be full of ignorance.

Puzzled Obama


Signs Of 2012…

December 28, 2011

Sign #664

God’s chosen people prohibited from segregating women on account of them all being harlots ?


Seriously, what is it with this hate, people ?

First the Egyptians, then the Romans, the Nazis, Muslims & now the Israelis too ???

Leave fanatical Jews alone !

They’ve enough problems as it is.

No, not because they killed Jesus.

But regarding reality… & grasping it.

“The Denial”

October 31, 2010

The Denial.

That might read like a proper title for some creepy Halloween story but unfortunately it’s about something real & quite evil but still scary.

& it all started just a few hours ago…

A certain man, who likes to consider himself a Christian, came home after apparently having attended a service.

It was there that his wife (legally but not emotionally or physically speaking) had been watching some type of TV series.

She too sees herself as a Christian.

Then for some reason or another, they got into an arguement.

Who started it isn’t really relevant here.

What it was about isn’t really relevant either.

What is relevant is that they weren’t meant for eachother.

They never were.

How they’ve managed so many decades together without divorcing is anybody’s guess.

In any case, back to their arguement.

It got bolder, it got crazier.

It became… a fight.

A loud fight.

Loud enough that it was hearable through ceilings & floors & walls.

& so others heard their fight.

Before long, a telephone call was placed to certain someones which lead to the ringing of the doorbell.

By now the fight had ended, not with apoligies or sad guilt but with the man going up to his bedroom (just legally married remember ?) so the woman answered the door.

It was, surprise surprise, the police.

Armed with questions, a pair of tall policemen entered the house.

& separately the woman & the man were asked these questions.

Yet they both gave the exact same answer.

Nothing was wrong for nothing had happened.

The 2 policemen knew this wasn’t true for they had clear evidence that backed up what had happened.

But both the man & the woman stood by their answer.

So, the policemen told them they had to tell them the truth.

In a vague response the husband told them he & his wife were a Christian family.

To which the policemen replied that Christians do not lie.

It was then that the husband tried to deflect from the real matter at hand by telling them he had always been a good & hard working man & that certain evil people were trying to paint him in a bad light.

The policemen would hear nothing of it & told them they were going to write a rapport but that they couldn’t help them because the truth was being withheld.

Frustrated at what they’d just heard, the policemen left a few moments later & so nothing changed for the man or the woman.

By now you’re possibly wondering questions like…

“What kind of sick people do this ?”

&… “Who are these hypocrites ?

They are, biologically speaking, my parents.

& I have been around their behaviour since forever.

Happy Halloween…

What If…

August 1, 2008

Ok, so what if you washed up on a remote island with 30 beautiful women ?


Don’t you dare dream off, ’cause I’m not finished here !

Now, as I was saying:

What if you (yes YOU) washed up on a remote island with 30 beautiful women ?

Sounds like a real peach of a dream, right ?

Weeell, let’s take a closer look @ paradise.

Remember, it’s a REMOTE island, so…

  • There’d be no TV/Radio/Internet
  • There’d be no soap/deodorant
  • There’d be no scissors/razors/wax
  • There’d be no tampons

Now, let’s go over those lil’ factiods 1-by-1 shall we ?


No TV/Radio/Internet = no soaps, no music, no chatting.

With nothing to distract them, you’re gonna spending a whole lotta time listenin’ to females yakkin’ over & over & over & over & over again.

=> Bye bye ear function. 😦

No soap/deodorant = “hey, women don’t smell like roses after all”.

No shit, Sherlock ! Sure @ 1st they smell nice but wait a couple o’ days & you’ll discover a whole new side to them.

=> Bye bye nose function. 😦

No scissors/razors/wax = you’re gonna be looking @ hairy legs, hairy upper lips & verrry hairy you-know-whats.

Unless you’re from Eastern Europe, you’re gonna be quite surprised what a natural women REALLY looks like & wait till it teams-up with the whole no deodorant thingie – that’ll open up a whole new level of reality people usually prefer to avoid.

=> Bye bye eye function. 😦


Usually, it only takes 1 woman to drive a man in the comfort of his very own home utterly insane but 30 hairy, sweaty, gossipin’ ladies on an island you can’t escape from is very much Hell.

& there you have it my non-existent friends, the flipside of mixing remote islands with women. Not so tempting now, is it ?

Hey wait !” I hear you cry out.

What about no tampons ?

Well, I’m not even gonna go there. Your own mind can figure that scenario out by itself.


The horror, the horror…