Sunday morning always seems to be the darkest day of the week regardless of the weather. You’ve spent all Saturday trying to avoid, or rather do away with, the disgrace of the week before .. and they give you a Sunday. All the good people dressing up in their finest to head off to church to listen to the emptiness of false hope in order to have the fortitude to beam with self deceit for another week in living hell. Of course some of us do do this on a Friday or a Saturday, but in the world I came from its always been reserved for Sunday – the day to wash yourself of sin and glory in the compassion of a king. And then what …

Then, a new dawn of darkness and damp and the uplifting strains of Suicide Radio. I wonder how many suicides happen on lonely Sunday mornings listening to fools speak about things they know nothing about .. and then, once were over with that pre-dawn rubbish, that tool of complacent depression – Macca. Macca all fucking over. Then, if you survive that, straight into 8hrs of pure suicide .. National Rugby League Advertising. The new world of Corporative choice. Well, not straight into it, first we get a little segment for the kiddies on the native animals and birds that our youth have condemned to extinction in order to realise their short term futures.

Oh, and quickly, before I succumb and my mind goes blank, an aside .. and possibly a warning. My apple seed concoction hasn’t worked quite as I was led to believe it would, as I’d hoped it would. I have an awful lot of little dead animals laying about my fugitive camp – and none of them have turned blue – so perhaps it does matter what type of apples one uses. I’ll cook up another batch later this week and see what happens then … So don’t tune out. Not yet.

In this past week of suiciding democracy, I hear that Ita (Suicide Radio’s newly appointed whip) has expressed her concerns over Dirty Dutton’s jackboots messing up her carpets to the Mimp for Communication – that lickspital Paul Fletcher. Like he cares, he’s the idiot our King appoints to absorb the concerns regarding anything of public interest that may be enpalatable to the King – a solid sponge wall. Remember, they gave him the Myomancy of Social Security after Christ had fed his mind into the computers and then shut them down in the interest of State Security and of course, the Economy. He’s a hoot to have interviewed. Not as much fun as, say, Matty the Mop, but then life is not supposed to be all fun and games is it? Damn, I’ve been trying not to use one of these little symbols as it shows my ignorance. However .. in the interest of enlightenment – mine – I’d like to know just what part of the ABC is advertisment free. I know that the Kings .. er, government has cut their funding, but isn’t it part of their brief that ‘our ABC’ is supposed to be advert free? Shoot me! I can’t help it, I am an ignorant old soul.

“I will tell you something about stories,
They aren’t just entertainment.
Don’t be fooled.
They are all we have, you see,
all we have to fight off .. illness and death.” – Leslie Silko, Ceremony.