Well, well, well, looks like the system is holding down the peeps yet again! Where is Bob Dylan when you need him, because I can’t get no satisfaction!
So, apparently, the way that we vote in the 21st century is by… not voting?! I turned up at my polling station at 9.30pm and, yeah, there was a long queue and, yeah, maybe I should’ve got there earlier, but who cares?! I. HAVE. A. RIGHT. TO. SPOIL. MY. VOTE.
Is this what Malcolm X died for???
Now the UK(ant vote) is stuck between a rock and a hard place as we have a hung parliament, which is good because I think we should HANG ALL POLITICIANS OK!!!
I haven’t slept.
My heart tells me to go down to Parliament and protest against this terrible system, but my head says I need the babysitting money. Such is the stress our modern rat-race lives place upon us. It sucks.
Of course, the internet is up in arms about what happened. It’s like Rage all over again, man – awesome! (By the way, election = megaFAIL) I think we should all put on V for Vendetta masks and have a fire – that’ll show ‘em! The suits!
I’ve been chatting to my friend DarkColin on MSN and he agrees that something needs to be done. We’re thinking about sending Gordon Brown some abusive messages on Twitter because SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE ABOUT IRAQ! I hate senseless acts of violence.
Picked up the Predator box set over the weekend. Absolutely loved watching every detail of those films brought to life in glorious HD, every spot of blood immortalised in crystalised beauty FTW. Beautiful.
By the way, FTW means ‘for the win’ and it’s what you say instead of a making a point. See! I could be a politician – if I wasn’t so damn honest 
