Friday 6 April 2012

Lord Preserve Us From Shitheads.

New law: supermarkets can't display tobacco in the open. They can only sell it from shuttered cabinets on request. This will spread to all tobacconists in England by 2015.
What is the excuse for this atrocity?
Apparently tobacco use causes 70,000 'preventable' deaths a year in the UK.

Well, here's some news for all the alleged wet-knickers trying to turn us into zombies: absolutely everybody is going to die.

So when smoking and all other pleasures are stamped out, and we all exist, not live, for the sake of some government statistical jack-off, it won't make the slightest bit of difference to the death rates.

Death rates will not change.

No.
This isn't about health. This is about teaching everybody a lesson.
This is about teaching everybody that they belong to the State, not themselves, and that they mustn't check out early on their own terms.

Bastards.

Sunday 1 April 2012

Sewage for Blood.

I'm happy to say that my employer is scaling down its biotech division; were I invited to discuss this I would say it was a good move. The company obviously knows what I know; namely that biotechnology is ruled by back-handed, back room corruption, each clique tying up any possibility of commercial or technical progress in folds of corruption, dispute and coercion, playing games without end, jockying for advantage using all their crappy networks to exert influence, all the while presenting a happy-happy face to the regulators, and who knows, paying them off too.
I could tell them the story of the Great American self-made hero, with millions, companies, yachts and respect, who came to Yorkshire to have it large, and did so with a local whore for paid company, who was present at every board meeting; I could tell of the outright robbery that accompanied the patenting of ideas I had contributed to, the lies, the threats, the persistent menaces used to try and stifle opposition to the little man with the penchant for going bust, snatching defeat from the jaws of triumph, through miserable, blind greed which followed the Ethics of the sewer.
I could go on, but I'll probably never get the chance.