Corner of solitude

The fags who post in the stormfront site are this week’s Fags of the week. They should be punished for their insolence, after having the hide to conspire to organise another Cronulla styled riot. I don’t care if you’re a racist cocksucker just don’t do it near me, you “FAGS!”

I am also sick of how the word Cronulla has become synonymous with rioting here in Oz. What the fuck is that about? Cronulla is not a violent place! If anyone mentions Cronulla with the riot word ever again I’m going to open a can of whatever goes whoop whoop on their sorry candy ass.

Pwhoar! Ana Ivanovic and Maria Sharapova are playing tennis on the tv. This is the only time I watch tennis, to see two hot ladies play in short skirts. Their both 20 and are Hot Hot Hot! Did I mention Ana Ivanovic and Maria Sharapova are playing tennis? It’s made my day.

The latest installment, Child of might, in my online fiction has the said child with the same name as me. You might say it’s egotistical but you know what? I think you’re right. Anyone who makes the name of the hero the same as theirs has to be thinking that sunshine comes out of their arse. Har Har Har.

This story, just like part one, was first written a long time ago, this one is probably the fifth version I’ve done. I wanted to write a superhero’s origin story, which was what the first version of this narrative was like.

But I decided to make this version base on a scene of the first Superman movie by Christopher Reeve. The scene in particular is probably one of the most memorable not only in film but also in the Superman mythology.

It’s when the infant first lands on earth, and is discovered by the Kents. Jonathan is reluctant to take him in while his wife, Martha wishes to fulfill the void in her life, that is to have a child to call her own. During the exchange between the Kents, the infant hero seeing Jonathan trying to change the tyres, lifts the vehicle off the ground with ease. And both Kents dumbfounded just looks on in awe.

Tomorrow is Australia’s national day. It’s a day that’s suppose to commemorate “an actual historical event,” that is the arrival of the poms, namely Captain Arthur Phillip and the first fleet sailing into Sydney Cove.

Which is why some people have been politically riled up about it. They choose to call it “Invasion day,” and I don’t blame them.The culture of the Indigenous people of Australia have virtually been destroyed because of this day, if I was one of them I would be riled up about it too. I’m suprised they haven’t maintained the rage as much these days.

I would support for a push to make another day Australia day. Only if they kept this current one as a public holiday of course, they can rename it whatever they bloody wanted to. That way we have another public holiday, and you know what that means don’t you? Public holiday means another day off work. Which I am all for it.

Speaking of work, I had to go to work today which is the reason why I couldn’t go to the BDO. RATM are the headline act, I miss out once again, what a bummer. Hate of the day missing out on my favourite band.