Enter the Drag on and on.

Hey, who doesn’t love Mao? Especially now he’s completely dead. Almost.
Well, one day then. Er, maybe.

Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen. -John Le Carre

Everything is more resonant at night and mostly vanishes with the daylight. Though I often feel the same either way. Generally enervated, unsurprised and er, often disgusted. A singular fact that often makes me fill with a cool rage, is witnessing the work of bullies, as they comfortably Lord their power over the vulnerable and weaker.

Ah, this is the point where I’d like to step in and when I haven’t, I’m left with bile in my gullet. Being a regular guy and of er, extremely limited powers, meaning zero, this bile thing naturally happens quite a bit. But then nothing makes one feel lonelier than people, especially when they imagine they’re uh, “reporting the news“.

This brings me to the bleak, hate filled irony of bunk upon junk, lies, venality and plain rottenness of the whole er, “spirit of the Olympic flame…” A crock says I. And it reveals much about the multiple conundrums, the internal phony contradictions and the pointless behaviour that is Leftard activism, and so much more about er, so much less…

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