Sunday, 25 September 2011

Part Nine

Hello everyone!

This is the final part of my long ol' clump of ramblings. Thanks a lot for reading and accepting my digressions and flaws, I liked writing it and I'm glad it's received the feedback it did!

I look forward to writing more for y'all soon. I have an idea for something more creative, and will be turning to the blogging community for guidance as to how I should approach it.

More on that next time. For now, here's the final part of 'Not a Suicide Note'.

Part Nine

Law is a disgusting concept, derived not by the masses, but by the powerful. The rich dictate the poor, and the poor accept it because it has no face.
Imagine this kind of behavior with the face of one man. Picture a scenario where the laws are written by one person and dictated to a group of 99 men. If one man breaks one of these laws, the dictator punishes him in the way he deems fit. The remaining 98 continue to abide by the laws for fear of punishment.
It would never be tolerated; it’s a dictatorship the likes of which we’re constantly told is abhorrent. Yet expanding the numbers from one to 1 million and 99 to 99 million shows that we do tolerate this.
There’s nearly seven billion in this world and I am just one of them, the policeman that tells me I’m not allowed to drink in a certain area is just another.
Why am I answerable only to 1% of the population, and why am I told that this is democracy at work?
By definition, this is a dictatorship.

Delegating power and spreading resources distorts the roots of it all. It buries the history, the past in which this deplorable list of Good and Bad was drawn up, blurring the source of corruption and masking the disgusting scent of control in a free land.
The justice system in this society is corrupt at worst and hypocritical and stupid at best.

Lying, cheating, blagging and forcing are the paths that any real career-driven man takes anyway; I’m just upfront about it. I’ll make something of myself, and I’ll do it my way. I’ll punch well above my weight and feel like it’s where I belong. I’ll fulfill my potential, but I now know I can do that and be happy at the same time.

I believe, with pride, that I can con my way to the top and I believe I’m justified in doing so. I believe I can con my way into big business with big clients, that I can spend my time enjoying life and doing what I want to do without fear. If what I want happens to differ with what the law dictates is acceptable, that’s fine with me.

If I get caught and arrested, so what? It’s not as if I was going to do anything anyway, I was living on my knees until I did what I wanted anyway.
Fuck that, I’ll die on my feet rather than change my ways… maybe then I won’t be so afraid when my time comes, because I’ll be one of the few people in the world that lived with his head up.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Ernest Hemingway

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” 


Thursday, 1 September 2011

Part Eight

Hello again guys! It seems every time I promise more regular posts I get sidetracked and forget about this. Hopefully sooner rather than later I'll become more consistent. As always, I look forward to catching up with my favourite bloggers and commenters, and will be browsing all of your archives over the next day or two.
A little note for these entries: This isn't how I feel now, this was all written a couple of months ago. It remains relevant though, as these feelings and thoughts return frequently, with varying degrees of severity. That said, I do appreciate the helpful comments and advice that some of you have offered, so thank you!

Also, I don't like this new blogger layout, just saying!

Part Eight

I live in a world where kidnapping is a crime, but the punishment is a lifetime’s imprisonment. So surely, the police, judge and jury are criminals too. No, they’re enforcing the same eye-for-eye “justice” system that we readily look down on when we see Arab’s cutting thieves’ hands off.

The argument often thrown up by haughty would-be debaters here is “yeah but if your kid got molested you’d want the bastard that did it dead” or “if someone killed your mum, I’d bet you’d want an eye for an eye then” and other inane hypotheticals.
Of course I’d want them dead, it would take a will of cowardice or a heart of stone to want anything less, but that doesn’t magically make it the right thing. He wanted to molest the kid, he wasn’t right, so how does my wanting him killed become acceptable? Are we really so savage and ill-evolved that we believe in punishment over treatment?

Punishment on our terms, too. To the point where, when we see that another nation operates under different terms, we kill them! There’s outrage at the slightest hint of mentioning the induction of Shariah Law into England, yet we readily invade other countries with force.
I don’t like Shariah Law anymore more than English Law. This isn’t a case of me claiming that “we’re the real bad guys,” but rather a case of me asking “where are the good guys?”

If a child hits another, we teach them that slapping is wrong, if a man hits another we lock him in a cold stone room for a few years. Why not teach the man? Who are we to assume this man has been taught what we have? He’s got something wrong, forgotten a lesson. I’m not punished if I forget a maths lesson, why is this different? Because it effects others? All the more reason to teach.
What if he deliberately ignores the lessons like I really did in maths? Maybe there’s something wrong with him, like there is with me. Treat him, make him well.