Me, I’m a Most Profligate Sinner … And so damned proud of it! “Ah”, I hear you say, “Pride is another sin”. Yes it is, but its a noble sin and its open to everyone …

Ole Suicide again, Cherish Life – what a load of crap – another righteous organisation bounded in sin. The sin they call the ‘Right to Life’; except all rights have been removed from it. They say, how would you feel if you were told to turn off the machine pumping artificial life into a loved one .. they say, Life is to be cherished regardless of its quality. Well perhaps its time to revisit professional hangmen – I’m up for a job, and I’m all up for it.

These people make me thoroughly sick. To think its a possibility I’d have someone like this in control of my life, my quality, coming along to my humming steel box every morning and saying, ‘Hey there .. another beautiful morning, again’ and pumping a bit more of life’s dulling drugs into my already dead system. They obviously have to have some alterior motive. And how can this be balanced with the King’s belief that old and sick people are costing his future too much of his stolen dosh … I sure hope that on one of those beautiful mornings I’ll be hovering there above – waiting – to give them one hell of a beating with my stick and answering, Well, it is fantastic .. ain’t it!

So what is this alterior motive then? What motivates these righteous cretins to compel their fear upon others?

This is so disgracefully appalling and so wrapped up in the ancient notions of sin and punishments that its just not funny. Punishment for what, checking out, checking out without permission? Without paying? For leaving them behind to deal with this brave new world on their own?

Its so wrapped up in the taking of the King’s labour force from him – except that there’s no longer any need for this labour force. So wrapped up the stipend the King once paid for the number of souls his Merry Men owned; the souls they are saving from Sin. Perhaps these saviours with their morals so wrapped in base ignorance could read a little ‘modern’ literature … Solzeinityn’s Cancer Ward or Gogol’s Dead Souls, although these sorts of ideas may just disturb the peace of their exclusive consciousnesses and insert a notion of conscience into them. Perhaps, but not likely.

Quite frankly, I’d rather be kicked to death by a squad of National Action skinheads before succombing to this sort of narrow spite.

“It is not consciousness that determines life, but life that determines consciousness.” – Karl Marx.