Hiro blog

That Malaysian dudes blog is still on my mind.  I have stopped following it but the memory remains.

This public access computers network must have a Trojan horse on it that made me click on to blog after blog of Latin Americans that day.  But, also his, about a month ago.  It would be better for Blogger to have variety in their randomisation of their 'next blog' blogs, not just like one group.  What if, like me, people don't want to be bombarded by a continuous stream of Christian blogs?  That's what happened.  Maybe its just me.

Malaysians.  You can't spell Malaysian without l a y.  Lay.  God, I am such a dickhead.  Or, capitalist poster boy faggot.  I have already explained about all of that.  There is someone out there who reads this in a dark room, recording it all down, analysing every word, analysing anything else to do with my blog speak.  Should I be flattered that someone is taking a peculiar interest like that in this blog?

I know who it might be.  Its the NAMBLA (North American Man Boy Love Association) president who sees me as not god, but a god.

Japanese anime is evil.

Convicted

Its official, I'm a criminal.  My attitude leading up to yesterday (my court date) was adamant that I wanted to plead guilty.  So, I did.  There was a strong likelihood that I would have been found guilty anyway but I was thinking, logically, I could defend myself in a trial.  Well, that pretty much all went out the window when my mind changed earlier this week.

My experience in the New Zealand justice system has not been good.  They accept corruption and they accept above the law thinking that I believe, will eventually become the norm as it is a mix of street justice and biblical word.  They get their way every time.

I thought I was going to die, but I'm still here.  Clayton Weatherston, a famous high profile murderer that I suspect the high and mighty media have picked out because of how he looks, compared to other cases, has this week appealed his conviction.

My reaction?  I don't think I really know what to think.  Apparently in prison he is nicknamed Chucky, as in the life like horror movie puppet.  I guess it could be like the David Bain murders.  There could have been a third person or rather, someone else entirely who murdered his family and like Clayton, David got the blame.  A theory that the media have been always quick to rule out.

There is a creep that shadows this country and it needs to be dealt with then put away once and for all.

Battle: los angeles

I haven't seen this movie yet and I don't think I really want to.  The point I will make however is, Hollywood is trying to sell the war on terrorism to all of us with the action in Libya happening simultaneously.

Cheap.  And I think I can even call it disgraceful. 

Where was Hollywood during Dubya?  I don't remember those clowns running to aid his agenda like this, in this way, back then.  Am I looking at this the wrong way?  What if Libyans (being the aliens) invaded that city and had to fight, fittingly, the Marines?  The United States, I believe, have decided to stay out of Libya on second thought.

Then, its like Avatar by James Cameron.  Movies such as that and this 2011 offering are provoking thought about the war on terrorism.  A war that is going to end suddenly one day apparently.

If Hollywood gets it wrong, then watch out.  For now, the liberalised movie industry reverses roles and has done so again with the war as motivation it seems.  It is almost as if the movie was made timed to have some kind of social sway after release.

"Its all over people!  We don't have a prayer!" - Reverend Lovejoy

Capitalist posterboy faggot?

Wow.  Is that what I am?  It is now obvious to me that this blog has been entered by someone that doesn't have access privileges and edited my settings by putting in that bigoted crap.

Well, I don't think I really consider myself a capitalist, first of all.  It isn't as if I am some big money man on Wall St..  Also, a posterboy?  Wow.  Am I like some role model for people who choose to look up to me, who admire who I am all about?  Wow.  I don't believe I am one of those either.  And, a faggot.  That is a heap of wood or a "faggot" of wood from the bible.  That is where the word faggot has come from.  Given that, I am guessing this blog has been attacked by some riled up conservative Catholic or somebody like that.  But that could be a longshot.

I guess if that is what I am then I can run with that for a while... why don't we?  Oh, the password has been changed to the blog just in case you decide to do anything else to my virtual pride and joy.  I don't know how you knew I was going to post up my last entry before I did.

The capitalist posterboy faggot is saying goodbye, everyone!

To whom it may concern

You probably read this blog, and you know who you are, I don't know really who you are exactly and for your information, I haven't written this blog entry down like I usually do.

So... the rivalry continues. An unnecessary rivalry that does nothing but hurt and torment me each day. Rebel alliance? Please. If any rebellion is going on here it is from me and probably only me. I am just, like, such a special person. I am like, so special. My sarcasm should be obvious in those last two sentences, but seriously... The exclusiveness that I have is something I wish I didn't and also something that has been forced upon me by the person who I am trying to refer to in my title.

I mean, it is so easy. But I think I can gather that you just want to make me suffer until I fall down and die. What do I mean by easy? I mean that you can end everything, the conspiracy being waged upon me with socialist means and just leave it at that. This is my life we're talking about here but knowing you, you don't care because I don't obey your righteous god or Allah... or technology.

You are all on the same page singing from the same songsheet. Because of this, I am led to believe you are all against me so I am in my own rebellion anyway. That includes everyone regardless of political alignment and so on... you all need to get off my case, for good.

I think I am done. The madness must stop. The righteous conspiracy must end.

My blog

The summer of 2010/2011 is almost well and truly over.  Over that time, I took almost one hundred photos, mainly of cruise ships and the August 2nd, 2009, WWE Smackdown house show.

I could display all the photos on a new blog page?  How about pick out the best and show only them here?  There are many options.

I used my camera phone and the zoom isn't great.  Yesterday, for example, I had the opportunity to photograph an airforce Hercules but the bulging green aircraft to the naked eye appeared like a the size of a small bird on my screen so I thought, why bother.  I managed to get one of a cat posing for me.  That's about as interesting as it gets, really.

The pictures I took of my dull life will come soon.

Waikato invasion?

To you, this will give you an idea of my location.  Don't stalk me.  Otherwise, I might kill you.

This entry is about the take-over I have noticed of this province, the Bay of Plenty, by the mighty Waikato.  Our north western neighbouring province.

The Bay of Plenty Steamers, our provincial rugby union team, do not have a place in the Super 14 competition for various reasons.  With that, the Waikato Chiefs do.  They have decided to consider themselves the "Mt. Maunganui Chiefs", the Bay of Plenty as "Chiefs Country", or "Waikato Chiefs Country".  It doesn't make sense.  What has happened can be regarded as a take-over by the Waikato rugby union.  More nonsense, that said the Eastern Bay of Plenty is "the heart of Chiefs country".  If I was in the "heart", I would be in Cambridge of the province.

I think I would rather be backing our Steamers instead of our attention attempted to be diverted away from them to a Super 14 team that makes us feel like we're one of them, when we really aren't.  As for the Waikato Draught flowing here... it always has, but that doesn't mean we should forget who we really are, the people of the Bay of Plenty.

Heres hoping for an eventual inclusion in the Super 14 competition.  Then, we won't have to feel like we're somebody we aren't.

It could happen?