I have watched faces on the television and wished for them to be parted from their skulls tonight. I have felt the blood spatter.

You know, I have defended Americans, constantly, for a long time. I have seen their telly. And I have seen ours. I have seen what ours did to our people. But theirs! This is not Pigeon Street brother. They have an ad break every seven minutes.

And fuck all of y’all that say, it’s not us! MOST Americans aren’t this way!

I KNOW, kid. I know grand fraud is being committed. But really. About 40% of you are unfeeling fucking dead babies.

And I know telly did this. Telly and poverty.

Yuh. But there are enough of the rest of you. That got the chance to learn, to read, to see other things, ideas…. And you are fascist scum. Like ofus. But, really, fuck you. And fuck mine. Fuck me. And fuck YOU.

Apparently it’s down to hunderds in Ohio. FUCK YOU.

Whatever. You skull n bones fucking babyfuckers. Howard Dean out for getting hyped, fucking whatever. Fuck you Zionist skull n bones babyskullfuckers.

I’m off to kill myself. Safe as fuck.

— Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004

Wade and I are locked in at The Slaughered Lamb, peering warily at a television screen to the top right of the upstairs bar. We have luxurious seats, and fine comapny. We are nearing the end of our second bottle of the house red wine.

Kerry is trailing by 16 or something, but nothing has really happened yet. Kids in black hoodies still trail like flares. An incredible syrup beams forth like nuclear war from the BBC, and we were just told that Gay Marriage and Stem Cell Research will decide this election.
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I said, yes, fuck 100 dead sand niggers when there are unwanted, unneeded, doomed-to-a-non-life-of-shit-white-flesh dumplings all about to be made into Future Heathen Fuck Shit.

Diane said, we need Superman. Listen to Superman.

I said, Superman is dead.

— Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004

A beautiful place.

I lived there, before I knew what was going on.

A horrorful place.

165 Palestinians killed by the Israeli army in the month of October.

So, the latest episode of The George Bush Show raised a few belly laughs. Dick Cheney in his telly is genius.

And, as the votes are cast, the GOP’s ugly efforts to stop anybody from voting against them continue. The above flyer, I found particularly nauseating.

So, America, here we are. Here we are on this sad little island, the island from whence the worst of you came, the birth place of your most awful ideas, the seed of your terrible attitude. And we are more powerless than ever we have been. My Snickers theory seems truer every day. I see it in the faces that pass me by, like ghosts, on Bethnal Green Road. So I write my stuff, and I drawn my pictures, and I make my noises, and I wonder when it is that you will stick your fist up my ass and tear out my heart. I am listening to Tom Petty’s ‘Learning To Fly’ and hoping it is soon. I can’t take the suspense.

— Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004

So, I can confirm, then, that Grand Theft Auto San Andreas is indeed entirely amazing. Well, I haven’t played all of it, obviously. But what I have has been amazing. It is quite vast, beautiful, and harsh. Every song I have heard so far has been a classic. It is like replaying my youth, only now I am a certified gangsta up in Englewood and not a be-mulleted child in wales. ‘Pretend We’re Dead’! ‘It Was A Good Day’! ‘Personal Jesus’! And man, the sunsets.

Prior to that, I saw half of However Many It Was Dates, repairing the perfect couple that (along with Billy Idol and John Lovitz) made The Wedding Singer one of the best movies ever. And it sucked so big an ass, it might well have been some kind of cellular black hole or something.

But anyway. I have ceased to be even slightly surprised by the foul tricks our fascist brothers in the US of A are pulling to stop people exorcising their Democratic rights, this so-called “freedom” they die for all day long. But I was nearly surprised by this, just because it’ so grubbing…

Anyway. What some of us have been talking about is this idea that, perhaps, Bush really should stay on another four terrible years. Maybe, what will happen in those years, will wake up America from the ugly, selfish, stupid slumber in which it so stinkily lies, all sweaty and pussing and dreaming of raw meat and candy and rape. Because, as pointed out so well here, the problem is not Bush. Or even that foul Emperor Cheney. It is America.

This is a letter I got from my friend Robert, who lives in New York.

“tomorrow i was taking my fake id’s to all the polling stations i could find and voting for tony blair in an effort to export our own version of olligarchy. if you want to get depressed even IF kerry wins the republics should keep control of both the senate and congress, which will mean, effectively, he won’t be able to do much and from what i’ve seen whilst the european press – i read the guardian, and check the independent, le monde and figaro’s websites, have widely covered recent estimates of 100,000 dead iraqi’s since the invasion this didn’t get mentioned here – why should it they’re fucking arabs arfen’t they who bombed the world trade center, just like abu gahrab recieved very little coverage and that exclusively to who leaked the photos and how a more positive spin could be put on it – thiose practices are routine in privately run u.s. prisons – but they’re really built for black people so who cares anyway right?

as soon as gay men get sent to prison a gang will control them, give them women’s names and sell them for sex, the governors and wardens attitude is that they’re gay and like it, and anyway they’re gay and going to hell anyway

it’s a beautiful world.”

Walter Cronkite on CCN last night suggesting Karl Rove was behind Bin Laden’s recent TV appearance:

“…so now the question is basically right now, how will this affect the election? And I have a feeling that it could tilt the election a bit. In fact, I’m a little inclined to think that Karl Rove, the political manager at the White House, who is a very clever man, he probably set up bin Laden to this thing. The advantage to the Republican side is to get rid of, as a principal subject of the campaigns right now, get rid of the whole problem of the al Qaqaa explosive dump. Right now, that, the last couple of days, has, I think, upset the Republican campaign.”

Well quite. But screw that. I have spent the past few hours being bombarded with text messages from three different numbers accusing me of being “cheeky”, and wondering of I, “sexi”, “wanna play”, or “send a sexi photo.” Is this what people do nowadays? None of these people take well to being asked who they are. And none quite explain. But I am sure I don’t know anybody that spells sexy with an I, and I really have no idea how one “plays” via text. There really isn’t the space. You’re then reduced to calling people “hun” and “m8″ and things, which I cannot do. I am sure Wade knows all about this sort of thing, but I do not. Perhaps this is why I shall undoubtedly die alone, in a ditch just outside Scunthorpe, or something, and Wade is on his eighth date in as many days.

Oh, Jesus Christ. I just read the whole of that speech by Emperor Cheney. Check him out!

“President Bush and I will also continue to defend our society’s fundamental rights and values. We stand for a culture of life and reject the brutal practice of partial birth abortion. We stand strongly for the Second Amendment and will defend the individual right of every American to bear arms. We believe that our nation is “one nation under God.”

Come holy war.

— Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004

Ho ho ho.

Dick Cheney says that the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan will be “studied for years for their brilliance.”

HO HO HO.

Cheney last week: “You’ll notice there haven’t been any bin Laden tapes on the air… we think he’s probably in a deep hole some place, in hiding.”

Is there anyone out there that didn’t agree with everything Bin Laden said the other day? And why did the Republicans think that video would win them the election? And what’s with all these fraudulent pollsters bumping down their figures to stop Bush looking like the complete lame duck he has become? Seriously, there is no way in hell that fool will win this now. I am sure he will rob it. But he will not win.

— Monday, November 1st, 2004

New month!

Whaddya mean my CD burner’s messing up? This is bad news. I hope it starts soon.

Today is good. I got some nice bread and some nuts and a luxury pizza. If we get all the CDs printed and the sleeves sorted, Wade and I shall treat ourselves to a crack at San Andreas.

— Monday, November 1st, 2004