The Pope

I thought that at some point today I would blog about something, and the Pope seemed to nominate himself as a convenient piece of ill-tasting, low-hanging fruit.  Thing is, even though I have several issues with religion in general, and the behaviour of the Roman Catholic church specifically (vaguely ironically, I am Catholic because I had the watery induction as an infant, and the first rule of Club RatCatcher is you don’t get to leave, you can only be thrown out),  I don’t think I could ever articulate my feelings more succinctly than Tim Minchin does in this little ditty:

Lovely.

Now disappear back to your bastion of perpetual human infancy; you pompous remnant of a barbaric age. .

Off you go, then

Even before I was emancipated from the shackles of public parasitism, my response to this would be exactly the same:

And that response would be: It doesn’t matter how good you are (or you think you are), how brilliant our supposed public services are in your juvenile, collectivist mindset; There is no money. There is less than no money. In fact the sheer scale of the money we do not have is hilarious.  Further, the rate at which we are still losing money is fucking deranged.
This means that those on the public payroll face two prospects:
Earn less in some manner, or, become fewer in number. Or both.  Or burn your office down and decide make a living creating dungeon porn.  It’s a seller’s market.*

Hey, don’t look at me –blame the incompetent revenue pissers who you put in power for 11 years.  If they hadn’t inflated your numbers to roughly that of Beijing, we wouldn't have (as much of) a problem now, would we?

And a ‘more brutish society’? Exactly which of you fuckers are keeping the barbarians from the gates?  Whoever you are, I admire your near-perfect stealth behind what would appear to be an ingenious cover of barely-functional bureaucracy and petty fascism.  Well done, oh arbiters of social progress and guardians of our harmonious and prosperous way of life.

Ah fuck it, go ahead and strike and show us how important you are not. 

Go and read Snowolf’s take on this, and read the rest of his blog while you’re there; ‘tis good shit.

 

*I’ve possibly been listening to too much Stanhope.

Back in the saddle

Right, so after taking a stab at unemployment for a whole week, I decided it wasn’t for me.  So today I started a new role doing some proper engineering up North in a proper private sector job. It was gritty.  Yeah the holiday, conditions and pension aren’t a patch on the publicly-funded paradise that was my previous role, but damn it, it’s worth it so I can hold the moral high ground with strangers on the internet when pontificating about government spending.  And that, as we all know, is the noblest of all endeavours. 

That said, I hope the old place survives the apparently inevitable twatting from Cable et al in the coming months, but it’s on the cards that ISIS or Diamond will be shitcanned for the short-term.  True, closing either isn’t going kill any grannies or close any orphanages, but at least they’re taking their 60-70 mill and doing something cool. Hmm, I hope their sales pitch to the treasury is better than mine. 

Anyhow, since anxiety is no longer my constant companion: blogging will resume……now.

Placeholder of dubious sanity

As I’m the process of removing myself from the public payroll  (in fact I will be self-inflictedly unemployed by the end of Friday),  I’ve been stacking up interviews at a swift rate. Consequently, my attention has waned from all things blog until I have the first clue what direction my life is headed. 
In the meantime I’ll share some madness with you.

In case you don't know of it, via cracked, check this out:

http://www.cpedia.com/wiki/Cats_and_Kittens

Cpedia is a bot-generated online encyclopaedia which makes even less sense than the wiki.

I marvel that they continue to pay the power bill for the servers this runs on, unless the nihilism is part of the plan.

As you were.

(H/T MMDave)