I have more than one blog this one is still my favourite but others are catching up! Well, one or two of them are.
I’ve been reading up on Scotland again. I say reading up but really I rarely finish anything I start on this subject. Its all either or and cast in stone and so much of it is lies it really deserves to sink without trace.
In particular blogging is running away with itself. I understand that some bloggers need to project themselves as though they speak to and for the whole of their subject be it, ethnicity, art, faith or toilet habits but I’m disappointed frankly back in the days when I began blogging I used to think all blogging was above deliberate lies.
I didn’t dream it was full of frustrated teachers, unemployed journalists, with the very odd professor and the occasional discredited author thrown at it to supervise what I think really should be called the industry. Blogging it seems to me is big business.
We all learn I read the one with the interminable angst, she who was moving her blog because she could no longer stand the stress, remember? I said I’d give it a day, a week tops. The lie didn’t even last twenty four hours. I don’t think stress is the problem I think its subject matter, which in her case appears to be emotions. Having to deliver so many words on so many aspects of the vast array of our emotions must indeed be stressful and to make it worse it all has to be done in so many hours, sometimes using a completely different pseudonym and that if we but knew it is probably the real cause assuming that is that any angst actually exists. You know unless you suffer it you’re unlikely to have any idea of the depths of either depression or anxiety. I could tell her but it’d be water off the old clucks back.
Returning to Scotland: the election is tomorrow Salmond is telling his usual lies but not to worry because Cameron, Clegg and Milliband are giving him a run for his money. Oddly and I do find it odd, the only one I actually agree with is George Galloway. OK he’s old Labour and that is bound to attract me but he’s for the union and I’m not, even so he’s still the only one who makes a kind of sense. I guess the difference between him and me is that I’m sick to the back teeth of Irish and Scottish whining and he poor devil is all Scot.
Oh and how could I forget! There is the endless woe of poly this, pagan that and a sub something or other called heathen. I don’t mind the way Americans try and usually succeed in Americanizing everything but paganism is a bit close to home. Its not unlike the silly and still bald creature who insists Satanism is only two hundred years old. So a bit younger maybe, can’t be arsed to check, than America itself. But! be fair Anton Le whatsit was American and I guess that means some Yanks think they can claim Satan as theirs and to confirm it there are a few million Islamic extremists who fully agree with them. I can hardly be bothered with them but I do take an interest in the alopecia. One of its major causes is stress you know…
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