As mad as an old woman's shite, and as rough as a Chelsea-smile. Don't bother

Most people here would wear bin-bags on their heads if Americans or Europeans were doing it. If Johnny Depp started rocking polka-dot waistcoats, Speedos and moonboots with leg-warmers, it would be de rigeur here within months. If Larry King started interviewing cunts with two florettes of broccoli protruding from his nostrils, ernest bankers would follow suit without delay. We all have this emulative gene to some extent, especially as teenagers, after which hopefully most of us get a life. I remember at one point desperately wanting a Greek sailors hat just like that uber-cunt lead singer of 'Curiosity Killed the Cat'. Remember that bunch of total cunts? I eventually got hold of one and wore it for about five minutes, the dippy fucktard that I am.

Anyways, this emulation malarkey would be all well and good if it wasn't for the ball-licking adoration that allows cultural imperialism and consequently brainless consumerism. Acquisitiveness informs all, Mammon frolics. Prestige by filthy lucre are the platters that matter. Mall-rats are all very well, but we've reached the point where my adult students consider meeting their friends in the department store of a Sunday afternoon as a good time. Well slap my thigh and fuck off while you're about it. How skewed is that? This has transpired everywhere, desire created by the myth-spunkers of the corporate brain. I am not fucking joking here cunts. To see fully grown adults reduced to infantile giggle merchants by wealth and spending is truly perturbing.

Everyone chill. I like a good Zoo York hoody and PSP or whatever the fuck as much as the next crap blogger, but cunts need to rein that shit in. Like haunting images in a periodical of people in India, Tibet or maybe Hull, the black and white denoting their desperate struggle to survive, the abject poverty all around. There but for the Grace God go I you think. Well I don't know who you are, or what your thinking is, but you can both be fucked. Those people have had all choice taken from them, and if you are a fat little piglet sucking from the teat of aquisitiveness, it has also been taken from you. Only difference being, you are a lot less likely to die from starvation or cholera, you are a cunt, and you can't batique a linen for shit.

Sirrah!

"You have to deal with reality, or it will deal with you". Julius Lester