I'm a seal

I went for a swim. Oh glorious water, sliding over my body like the slippery fingers of a svelte Swedish masseuse. I am built for the water. Well, built kinda like a fur seal is. Slightly hairy and a layer of blubber.

A rant - The War on Terror

I had this thought the other day.

So, the other day I realized more people died in one month in Iraq (3000 innocent souls) than everyone who died during 9/11. So why continue the fight? Retribution?

How can anyone justify the war going on over there? All up estimates range between 30,000 and 300,000 total deaths due to the occupation. There is even the possibility of 1 mill deaths due to American forces. Woah, crazy numbers.

And guess what? Saddam Hussein is guilty of killing... wait for it.... 143 people. And he's going to the gallows. (Please note: all figures I got from Wiki, so I was able to change them to suit my arguement (that was a joke.))

And what happened to bringing liberty, democracy, etc and other such wonderful western concepts?

So just as "the War on Terrorism" (war on a process) became "the War on Terror" (war on an etheral concept or state of being), the administration is no longer bringing such concepts as "democracy" to Iraq, just "stability and self governance".

Funny, there was probably alot of that "stability and self governance" crap going around in Iraq before the US came in and crapped everywhere....

Here endth my leftist rant....

Preparing for international success - USoA

I just dug this thread up from somewhere. God knows why I'm evening typing stuff here. I should be working. Or at least doing a better job of pretending that I'm working.

My work should involve writing a talk for an international conference on the brilliance of myself. It should start with

"Good evening, lesser beings of both gender. It is I. Yes, that's right, me. Ok, ok, you can stop clapping and cheering and stuff. There are things I want to say here tonight.

*sigh* Look people, if you want to bask in my glowing glory, that's ok, just try and be a little quiet about it so others can here me....yes, I have things I want to say.....well, if you all really liked me, wouldn't you be interested in what I had to say?....ok, fine, then you can all sit here and be noisey and basky and stuff, I'm going home, to where at least my flatmates will listen to me.

Seems like making a speech to the adoring masses might require more work that I first anticipated. Perhaps I'll just stick to crunching numbers and doing pretty graphs in Excel. At least my flatmates will still listen to me.