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Monday, 5 March 2012

Giving a Shit



The school of thought began when somebody wanted something and nobody really wanted to do anything about it, or something. Nobody cares enough to find out for sure.
Somebody probably started it, with authority probably, so let's say Zeus. He was the ultimate god and ruled over the people or something and then the people weren't happy.

 I mean it is like the then Romans who didn't like the Christians.
 The Christians wanted to live.
 Romans were unmoved and made them fight lions to death.

Everybody decided they hated  Jews, Christians were really too busy, witches started hexing
They were all  "oh, it was just an accident" or "what the hell are you talking about, I'm not a witch," but nobody cared and the witches were burned.

Then the people of France were upset by their monarchy.
The monarchy didn't really give a shit.
This is immortalized in Marie Antoinette's famous line "The people don't have any bread?
Why the fuck is that MY problem?" The people promptly decided to revolt.

There were a bunch of native people living in America with rights to the land, but nobody cared a crap
There was a civil war,then a attrocious boer war or something in South Africa
 
Karl Marx started communism, but nobody cared because he was German.

The Titanic sunk, but honestly, who gives a crap?

 Never let go... Too bad, Jack, nobody cares.

 Then there was a bunch of stuff about rights and who gets to vote and who gets lynched. Then there was a war in Europe.

There was a depression and lots of people died, but nobody cares.
Hitler started killing off the Jews, but nobody cared .
Then everybody found out Hitler was killing the Jews and nobody cared that nobody hadn't cared.
 The hippies started spawning and protesting and doing drugs and making love and porn, but everyone pretty much ignored them.

Then this Space program launched a man onto another celestial object in the first time in history, but people got tired of it after the third try.

 I think it was Vietnam's Space Program, but I forgot where they went to though. Then more stuff happened, but nobody cares about any of it except maybe September 11th.

Sometimes. In 2003, The New York Times published a story which claimed that researchers had discovered a man who actually did care.

However, three days later it was revealed that the man's name was NOBODY.

Elections were rigged in Iran.

Protests broke out and some died.
People were about to care, until Michael Jackson died.
Though, all he left behind was debt, so nobody cared.


                SOMETHING SEEMS TO BE MISSING FROM THIS PICTURE WHAT CAN IT BE??????



























1 comment:

  1. You remind me of a Rag doll that got caught between 3 dogs. One dog, wants is souly for itself just because it's a mean dog in the neighbourhood and puts fear in the other dogs. The other 2 are trying desperately to keep the Rag doll so they can push it around a little bit, sometimes, not all the time but mostly because it is comforting to them, and when they need that comfort and can lie with there nose just resting there, just to be assured it's there.
    Judy dear, I love your Mom's choice for a name. I myself am a Beatles fan. I'm not entirely sure what inspired me to say the above, I get some of your blogs, but at times you lose me, but don't panic, I still get the most of. Your Mum had one way of putting something across about money, but in your defence as a friend, Money can also not buy class, a healthy genuine heart or contentment. And that man who you have the misfortune of being hitched to, has none of that, he is an embarrasment to all good men out there who respect not only themselves but the people around them.
    In defense of your kids, I think they just don't know anymore, they don't know how to be or act because YOU DON'T KNOW! Damn, now I have that song in my head, Hey Jude, :), we so have to get together again so you can sing like a canary and I'll listen. Well, I think that's what I wanna say for now. I don't like being anonomous, Regards, Nola

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