Tuesday, April 8, 2008

What Has Tibet Done For Me Lately ?


I myself have not been embarrassed about anything from the time Kenny Rogers tried to chat me up in a Vegas casino, I said "Kenny I love the Gambler but I'm not 'in' love with the gambler so fuck off ya poof."

I was close to embarrassment the other day. For some reason China will be hosting the Olympics, I thought Syria or Iran would have been better but what do I know? There are these cunts from Tibet trying to spoil everyones fun by protesting the torch runners and attacking guys in wheelchairs that are holding it etc. Well I don't like that kinda shite.

The facts are that Tibet is an arsehole place in the middle of nowhere with nothing to offer anyone, the US or UN didn't even go into Darfur when thousands were being killed why do they think anyone will do anything about China in Tibet?
China has given the US so much money they practically own them and as for don't buy Chinese, I'd like to see you buy otherwise at Christmas when the Spaceman and the warriors of the universe toys cum out riding their war space-ponies with their long braidable hair or Bratz cums out with a new line called Skankz who look more doon symdrome and slutty than before each toy cums with Tourettes, you push a button and the doll says, "Bitch" or "Hoor". For the boyz you'll have the Pimpz that say, "where my money ho?"

No one will save Tibet in fact I am surprised that Taiwan hasn't been invaded yet, the chinks don't care and soon they will rule the world.
Tibet needs to become Christian and find oil and then we'll see.

Because Killamory is such an important place the torch runner did a loop and ran through it, he had a power bar and power drink and then did some powerful urinating and had a power dump.

While waiting I saw the glint of a rifle scope up in the Killamory sniper bell tower so I went to see what was up. I didn't bother the police as they never believe me what I tell them now but I really do see the things I tell them I see .

I hugged the walls and did forward rolls across the open areas, special farces you know. I got a round of applause and some tips of some very nice people.

I crept up the steps and saw The Dali Lama holding what looked like a subsonic, suppressed weapon with rapid, multi-shot capability, minimal action noise, and no need to hunt down spent cartridge cases. Based on a Ruger Super Redhawk. A smaller, non-stocked version was made from a Ruger GP100. This used a .22 cal sabotted projectile in a .38 Special cartridge case, interesting I thought probably Swedish made.

Lama didn't give any indication he knew I was there until his foot whipped out and caught me in the stomach, I doubled over in pain and looked up at him smiling that smug I'm so superior smile he does, "What happened to peace Lama or are you just another two faced cunt like Gandhi?" he chuckled a bit and said, "Ah Storm Bringer (my CIA name) if you want peace you must prepare for war, I read that in a fortune cookie once." I got to my knees still gasping and said “I’m serious as cancer, when I say that rhythm is a dancer”.
He looked confused so I was up with an uppercut to his chin, I could hear the teeth crunch and I tossed his arse out the bell tower window and said,"Snap!" ................... they sung rhythm is a dancer oh never mind my invisible Greek chorus got it.
I looked doon expecting to see bits of lama all over the ground but there was nothing, a crow cawed or did it crow? anyway it sounded awfully like "you cunt" I had heard he could shape shift.

I went back to the crowd none of them knowing what a hero I was then I saw it, some cunt was running off with the torch, I ran as fast as my prosthetic leg would let me and tackled the fucker, the torch went out as I knocked his pan in , "free this" thump "give the Lama my best" thump.
The peelers jumped in and pulled me off to jail, I have my own cell.
It seems that it was just someone running with the torch posing for pics while the runner had his extra long shite.

No people don't call me a hero, I'm just a guy with a blog or 10.