I've been struggling to find my blogging mojo lately. Every time I read the news, instead of getting angry, I just get increasingly depressed. We are surrounded not just by immense stupidity, but by wilful immense stupidity.
The unquestioning slurping of Pachauri's cock (and Al Gore's) at Copenhagen makes me want to slit my throat. The fact that Iran (which is full of lovely people, but ruled by utter fucknuts) looks like it's got a Bomb makes me want to go lock myself in a dark room with the gas on. The government's financial plan to get out of recession has me reaching for my revolver.
It's bollock-grabbingly cold and foggy, so I can't even launch the penis extension to cheer myself up.
And did I mention I haven't done my Christmas shopping yet?