Forum Etiquette

As this is my trial article I'm not sure this shall even get published, and even then I'm not sure whether this sentence will be included in the published Times but here goes.

Forum Etiquette. What is it, who follows it and what happens if you break etiquette? Well for starters, forum etiquette can be largely defined by the rules of conduct on the forums. That being, no racist remarks, offensive language (although c**t seems to be the only mute worthy swear, which discriminates against Australian players, IMHO) or pornography may be posted in either the Game Forum or the Trade Forum. However, etiquette doesn't stop with the written rules, the written rules are easy to follow, it's the unwritten rules of the CrimeBloc forums that I am to outline. I am doing this for new players, as well as myself, because this gives me license to push the envelope on the forums and hopefully increase awareness of what not to say to whom.

Let's talk about rule-breaking first, because I already have some experience with rule-breaking on the forums. So far I've been muted for spamming, offensive language and racism. I'll go through them one by one. First, spamming. Now I wasn't spamming links to websites or anything, the forum was dead quiet for like an hour or so, and so I decided to spell out T H E C A D (my account at the time) P W N S one letter at a time by creating threads with one letter titles, T, H, E etc. This was the cause of my first mute (although I did manage it for about a minute before some bastard bumped them out of order), obviously I had broken rules and etiquette, although it was a fairly minor violation that only earned me a 3 hour mute.

My second mute came about because of my prolific use of the C-word in my forum posts. Now I know there are a fair few Aussie players on CB, so they will understand where I'm coming from but for the majority of non-Australian players, I was just being obscenely offensive. In my defense, in Australia the word 'c**t' is used to refer to friends, family, police officers, the Government, the clergy, one's self and of course, people who are just plain c**ts. Basically, this nation would happily spell country without the 'O'. This didn't stop me from receiving another mute, however, which is understandable as (especially in the U.S) the C-word is not one people appreciate. At least, not one that the HDO's appreciate. Interestingly, the C-word seems to be the only swear word that comes with a mute, despite offensive language being against the rules sh*t, f**k, ass, arse, b*tch and bastard seem to be fine to use (within reason). This is where etiquette comes into it, you can break rules as long as you don't break etiquette as well, however, I came-up with a solution to my problem by calling people 'cnuts' instead.

Finally, my longest (and most ridiculous) mute was for racism. I was posting things like "I F**CKING HATE AUSTRALIANS" and :BLOODY ENGLISH PEOPLE!!! >:O". I may have even made some offensive generalisations regarding white people, I can't remember. What I do remember is going to the GF soon after to find that I had muted for, not 3 hours, but 3 days. Now as I already made clear, I am Australian, so I felt justified in saying things about Aussies, but also, my mother is of English birth and I hold a British passport, so I felt justified in saying things about the poms and incase you don't realise, I also happen to be a big, fat, cracker, whiteboy. So I felt like I could say things about white people. Now I protested my mute, stating my above justifications as well as trying to point out that it was all tongue-in-cheek in the first place, but to no avail. For three days couldn't make my important topics, or make deep, insightful comments in other people's threads. It was torture, and the fact that I wasn't really being racist in the first place made it all the worse. So the lesson here is, if you want to make jokingly racist remarks about your own people, make sure your profile picture is of you, obviously displaying the colour of your skin, draped in your nation's flag. Otherwise, it's breaking rules and breaking etiquette.

Now let's get on to purely etiquette offenses, another thing I have great experience with. I'm sure many of you are familiar with me from the GF, where I regularly impart my important advice and opinions to any and all who dare post (except sport topics, sport is ghey). In my forum whoring experience, here a list of things which, while not being against the rules, will piss people off no-end. First of all, getting into irrelevant conversations or arguments in someones R.I.P topic is frowned upon as disrespectful (except for Josh's R.I.P threads, he just gets blasted). Making inflammatory statements or glib remarks in another crew's recruitment thread also breaks etiquette somewhat, depending on what you say and who you say it to. While it's not against the rules, if you piss off a crew, you're more than likely to log on to a tombstone the next time you play, although this depends on what you said about which crew, really. Another way to break etiquette is to suggest that maybe you should made an Help Desk Operator, as witnessed by my "new hdo" thread. This is an even greater violation of etiquette when you are not particularly experienced, or particularly helpful and you suggest that you will bend rules to suit your own aims. Things like that can earn you a bounty on your head, because most other players are of the (correct) opinion that you are a time-wasting malingerer who should STFU. To them, I say "the TimeHasCome".

These are all examples of what not to do, so now let's take a look at good forum etiquette. First of all, when ever you wish o voice an opinion, make sure it is one shared by most other players, if you're in the minority (and especially if your opinion is offensive) you'll likely be targeted, or at the very least ostracised by CB's major players. Secondly, try to avoid getting into sh*t-fights with the people who make topics just to make people shoot each-other. This will save you bullets, health and not to mention dignity. There's no honour in killing the players who just start accounts to flame people only to die once they rank-up or exit their grace period. We all know the type of people I'm talking about. Another thing to keep in mind is that if you don't have anything nice to say, you'd better be damn sure that what you do say is funny. Humour will let you get away with a lot of things but this can easily back-fire. If what you say just causes offense or is patently stupid, you just broke etiquette and likely made someone's sh*t-list, if not hit-list.

Anyways, I hope this was a satisfactory first article, and I hope to be in the Times again next week.
<33 Much love to all you cnuts :D
THC

Jonesin'

I'm jonesin,
I want some fucking cones in me,
I'm over being sober,
I'm a permanently stoned being,
But that's somethin,
You shoulda already known seein,
As how I smoked so much dope,
My skin's turned green,

What I mean is,
I'm the best there ever was,
And I could out-rap you,
With an 80 spliff buzz,
'cause I'm the greatest,
while you aint nuthin but a pissant,
and I'm the definition of wasted talent, motherfucker


--I need a HOOK here, but I'll wait 'til we get a beat knocked out and shit--


I'm like fifty cent,
ain't got a dollar to my name,
but I aint like 2pac,
I'm not in it for the street fame,
--Street Fame sample--
I'm in this business for the dosh,
and when I'm finished with it,
I'ma be fatter than Rick Ross,
Yeah cracker!
I won't even fit in a fuckin' Maybach,
I'm goin' get myself a flatbed,
so I can sit in the tray 'n' layback,

And lil Wayne is just a lil wanker,
Keep your fucken mouth closed and I'll thank ya,
To stop poppin' out with shit like you better than Pac,
What's that about? What the fuck's up wit that?
And you ever heard that one song Prom Queen?
You wanna make shit like that, homie, you in the wrong scene,
I'm not tryin to be mean here Lil Weezy
I'm tryin to make some people sees you,
For the rapper that you really are,
You ain't Pac, ain't Biggie and you ain't even Nas,
You about the same rung as Fat Joe and Rick Ross,
That's the second from the bottom o the hip-hop ladder,
And the bottom's where Soulja Boi sits his wack ass at.


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Meh, I'll finish it later. I'm still the best there ever was

I'm a little bit retarded in general

But so many people don't believe me, which is a shame, because I think I'd know. I've got ADD, the inattentive sub-type which is part of the problem. It's also become adult ADD which is the other problem. First of all, because I'm inattentive as opposed to hyperactive it's not blindingly obvious, unlike the kids that run around like mad the whole time talking and making a fuss. I just can't focus on things properly and I fiddle with shit all the time. Second of all, since I've had it for so long without treatment I now have adult ADD and I've developed coping mechanisms so that it's even less obvious to other people. My doctors reckon I've got it, but most of my friends discount it as a something I'm faking and exploiting to get an easy ride, which is quite arrogant really, and a kinda hurtful. I was diagnosed in year nine when mum took me to a psych because I was cutting mysel and I'd burnt myself with a cigarette. At first i didn't believe him, I thought I was just being me and my dad definitely didn't believe him, which has turned out to be a problem. My dad reckons that ADD is just made up to give a diagnosis to naughty kids who just need a good smack. When I was naughty I did get a good smack, which is why I'm a generally well behaved person. As such my disorder doesn't pose a problem to other people, just me. It's the reason I've felt like a useless turd since I was like 12 years old. IT's the reason I've got a problem with pot. It's the reason I fuck up my school work. It's the reason I'm always forgetting shit and losing shit and it's the reason it seems like I'm not listening when my dad talks to me. And then he yells at me for not paying attention, and because he don't believe in ADD he thinks I am just useless and forgetful and lazy, which makes me feel useless and stupid and lazy. I'm not a doctor so I can't accurately describe it;. If you're interested just look at ADHD in wiki. then checkout Adult ADHD in wiki.

Anyways, class is over now, I'm a go somewhere.

>:(

Feelin' Good in General

I didn't wake up feeling good today, so I know it's not just one of those days where everything is dandy. And it's not drug induced, because I haven't done any for a while (at least, a while for me). Except cigarettes but I don't think that I COULD ave a good day without cigarettes. Those of you who know me know this to be true. And it wasn't Eloise because I haven't seen her since Saturday.

So, I must find the cause for these positive feelings. I blame it on a several factors. First of all, my psych test was a joke, the easiest shit I've ever had to do whilst being locked in a room for 2 hours. Not to say that I aced it, but it was far less painful than I anticipated, and the fact that I didn't actually do any study didn't mean that I couldn't answer any of the questions. There was only 1 question I didn't do, and it was just a short answer one, so not important. Secondly, I snuck into the school library (even though I'm suspended and forbidden from being on the premises unless I have a test to go to) and clandestinely finished an essay that is 4 and a half weeks late. Maybe 3 and a half, I can't remember. And then I handed it in to Iain, who thanked me and then told me to get off school property. Thirdly, I bumped into Declan on the way home and accompanied him to the Ainslie shops. Then I bought a coke at the IGA and went across the road to the bus stop. It was at the bus stop that I realised I felt good, so I think it must have been that bottle of coke that made my day so good. Post hoc, ergo proctor hoc. That's a logical fallacy "After this, therefore because of this".

It was interesting, because it's the first time I've made myself feel good about myself for a long time. And it felt good. But I'm glad it happened because it made me realise that I can actually make myself feel okay and I don't need weed to do it. I don't want to go saying things I can't follow through on, but I'm thinking that maybe I can bring my pot use back under control, at least to an extent. Because I'm getting a clarity of thought that I haven't had for a while. Maybe that's not true, I'm sure my thoughts are pretty much this clear whenever I'm sober, but I've given my brain enough time to replenish the neurotransmitters that make me feel happy. As in, I've gone through the comedown period after drug use where you just feel depressed because you've used up all your fucking serotonin in getting high. Which is partly why I think I've had so much trouble of late. I just haven't given myself the time to get back to normal. With the holidays I should have less trouble staying sober, weed's not been pushed in my face all day at Eloise's place. Which isn't to say that I've been forced to smoke-up all the time, quite the opposite, but you know what they say, "out of sight, out of mind".

I think I also feel so good today because Eloise helped me figure out what the fuck I'm doing next year. I think part of the reason I've been drug-fucked is because I've been feeling like I have nothing to aspire to. Until recently I thought that I was going to have to go to Uni, which, now I think about it, I really don't want to do. Not so soon after college, at least, because another part of the reason I've been at it so much is because I just don't want to have to deal with school. I also realise that a large part of the reason is me, because I'm a weak-willed fuck-wit, but I didn't want to mention that. The only reason I'm bringing it up now is so that no-one else does, because yes, I am aware it is largely my fault. I'm just trying to make myself feel a little better about it.

But I'm going off topic, and if I write all about pot in this entry then I won't be able to do an entry on it later. Let me say this though, I also do it because it's pretty fucking fun and I've been doing it so much because at some point I realised that you can still do things you're meant to when you're stoned, so I had no incentive to stop. But now I see that I don't need it to feel good, generally at least, so I'm gonna attempt to do it much less frequently.

Anyways, three posts in three days, a feat unlikely to be repeated on this blog. Unless you cunts actually start making other cunts read it so that I can make some monies, but I don't expect that to happen anytime soon.

The Cad

Death in General

Death is a big one. And it's generally a pretty serious topic. That being said I'm not in the mood to take this seriously so I'm just going to talk about. I know a couple of people who've died since I met them. My mum's dad, for one, but I think everyone was partially relieved when Mike died. He'd developed quite severe dementia in the years leading up to it so I think it's safe to say that the Mike my mother's family knew and loved had died long before he stopped breathing. Which I think is possibly the saddest way to go.

And then there was my father's mother (on a side note, neither my mum's dad nor my dad's mum were their biological parents, but that's another, irrelevant, story) who died in 2003, so I think it wouldn't have been more than a year after Mike died. I'm going to be honest here, which is hard to do because honesty invites all-and-sundry to come kick you where it hurts, and say that I was scared of her until she died. I'm not saying I didn't love her, I can't quite remember because past emotions are harder to recall than past events, but she gave me the creeps. It wasn't her fault, se'd survived some horrible cancer or something that meant she practically bedridden for as long as I knew her, and I think she was a bit nutty. But she cared deeply for me, apparently, and I don't doubt that. Anyway, she died, somewhat ironically, on the way home from the hospital. She was undergoing that thing they do for renal failure, where they clean your blood through an external machine before pumping it back into the body. Death. It's amazing the shit we'll put ourselves through to stave it off.

Finally, there's George. My brother. He was born in and he died in 2002. My mother's fourth child, he died of sudden infant death syndrome a few months after he was born. I never got a chance to meet him because I was living in Queensland between 2001 and 2003. My poor mother though, she's been through so much sadness and turmoil in her life. It doesn't seem fair. But life and death are one and the same, and there isn't any justice to either of them.

I think I'll close this post with my ideal cause of death, which is what I wanted this post to be about before I got sidetracked. Because death is such a momentous and tragic event, because death signifies the end of one's existence I want to die from spontaneous combustion. It is my skeptical duty to say that spontaneous human combustion has little in the way of proper evidence and no known mechanism. However, if it exists, I want to spontaneously combust. Because no matter what the situation, SHC is funny. Fucking hilarious, actually, and I can't think of a single situation where it wouldn't cause me to chuckle. Say I'm just talking to someone, we're in the middle of a (probably) pointless and irrelevant conversation and suddenly I burn upwith no warning. The person talking to me would be mortified, and my death, like our conversation, would be pointless and irrelevant. But let's say I'mnot talking to someone. I'm lying in a bed, dying of cancer. My family is gathered to say a tearful farewell and then 'poof', I just explode. Face it, it would be funny. I suppose spontaneous combustion is my favourite C.O.D because it is the ultimate non-sequiter.

The Cad

Dignity in General

Chris has a problem with semi-pornographic music videos because they degrade women, apparently. I disagree. I dislike semi-pornographic music videos because they are only semi-pornographic. But I digress, the topic of this post is degradation, not porn in music videos,and I don't think that anyone can say that music videos degrade women, if all they're doing is dancing like spastics without tops on. For one thing, I like breasts, and I don't think that having them visible should make you any less worthy than those frigid spinsters who wear blouses that button all the way up to the chin. For another, I'm assuming that their participation is voluntary and not compulsary and therefor is anyone is degrading them, it's them themselves. Also, on top of voluntary participation, I'm sure they also get paid, and with the ridiculous amount of money that goes into these shitty videos I doubt it's an amount to be scoffed at.

But seriously, what's degrading about overt sexuality? Even offensively overt? My idea of degrading someone is to push their face into the dirt and make them drink their own piss. Or to abuse themand tease them about it. Filming hot women being sexy around some dickhead in an ill-fitting suit is not degradation. But Chris referred specifically to objectifying women, as in they are being portrayed as mere objects for men to have sex with. Now, if you can't have sex with an object, what are you meant to do? Fuck an idea? I know that's not how the term is meant but still, people need to remember that they are objects, in the sense they interact with the physical world. Besides, I think that most people know not to apply the shit they see in music videos to the real world.

I would argue that women are not objectified, because all men know that women can walk, talk and think to at least some extent, regardless of the extent of their cleavage. I think sex is being objectified. Sex is being portrayed as a tool that leads to wealth, health and happiness, which, let's face it, is partially true. Besides, if what is shown on MTV will spread to reality, then why aren't more of us men driving low-ridersand sporting grilles. People who bitch about the devaluing of women through sexual imagery generally believe that people in general are so stupid, shallow ignorant that they can't tell good from bad, sex from love and a woman from a fleshlight.

I think that people need to help and raise awareness for women who really are taken for granted, women who are abused by people they love because they don't value themselves enough to leave, or enough to stand up for themselves. All women are beautiful, I think we need to stop blaming the happy ones for being sexy and we need to start treating them like adults, talk about something more relevant to women in society than MTfuckingV. Like fathers who don't pay child support, and boyfriends who think 'no' means 'yes' and think that a stomach is suitable replacement for a boxing bag.


Q: Why do women wear make-up and perfume?
A: Because they are ugly and they smell bad.

The Cad

What now?

I don't know what to talk about, unfortunately, which won't make for a very good post. What can I do to fix it this..? I turned the lights off, which helps, at leat I think it does, so it probably will.


Maybe we'll discuss poetry, although this just a personal post, not Poetry in General. I like poetry, I think language is probably the most powerful and useful creation that mankind can be credited with. Without language we would have nothing, because their would be no 'we', at least not as we know it. Modern society relies upon communication between groups and indiviuals, without language, the best society we could hope for would be tribes of people who live in huts.

So, back to poetry, I think poetry and song capture the power of language to unleash against us in an emotional assault, using nothing but the meaning our brain possesses for any particular word or sentence.

I used to write poetry but I find it a really arduous task most of the time. I never think anything I create is good enough, which it usually isn't because I can't pin down in my head exactly what I'm trying to communicate, and so I've lost the confidence needed to do it. But there's one thing I wrote that I quite like, I'll post it here:

Into the Night

You'll drop dead beautiful,
For your intravenous life span,
The first one's too powerful,
So bleeding's your escape plan,

It numbs the pain it causes,
The feeling as your skin tears,
For you it seems time pauses,
And your soul just a white flare,

Perhaps he cares about you,
Behind the scowling frown,
I'd like to try and help you,
But I can't bring you down,

You've drifted into darkness,
Just like the light outside,
You've broken from my harness,
In a shattered sleep you hide,

I won't be here when you wake up,
I've left to find myself,
Your glistening red has filled the cup,
I won't nurse you back to health,




But see, I don't think it's good enough.

But I'll post anyways.

Sorry folks, I'm tired and I, I want to go to bed

Cynical cunts in general

You know those people who are paid to complain about shit? You know, either they write a book about things that annoy them, or they go on telly talk shows to complain about things, or worse, they go and start a fucking blog which they just fill with stuff that they don't accept/approve/agree with. I hate those people, for many reasons. First of all, even though there are innumerable cynical cunts in this world, they each all think that their individual complaints are 100% justified and correct, while another cynical cunt holds the opposite position with equal conviction. Secondly, a lot of the time, especially when they are writing a whole book about things they personally dislike, they complain about inconsequential rubbish when they run out of things to complain about that actually matter. The third and final reason that I hate these cynical celebrities is because they are getting paid to do something that I not only do for free, but that I also do better.

I bought a cynic book, Fridge Magnets are Bastards, because it's laid out in a format that I find readable, i.e it is juat an A-Z list of topics that the author, Mark Dapin, finds reprehensible. Fridge magnets are just one such topic, but they illustrate my point about thse people just complaining about shit all. I think if I were to write a similar book it would be far superior, however, because my gripes about existence are completely relevant, my opinions are always right and because what I say is important.

But really, what self-respecting cynic lives off writing shit books about things that suck? Actually, that sounds pretty good to me.


On a side note I am going to start a drinking establishment called "The Apocryphal Pub" so's that people can say that were at The Pub, without sounding like condesceding wankers.

I've changed my mind, cynics are great, they should be able to make a living by uselessly criticising useless people/places/objects. What I do hate is publishing companies and talk shows that don't pay me for my opinion.

But really, it's not even ocnstructive criticism that cynics provide, it's pointless, subjective rubbish. And they are paid for it, that does seem quite a fitting job fo1 a true cynic.

I'm tossing up on whether to post this now or complain about something else, I was thinking of complaining about pseudo-cynics who think cynicism is cool. No-one likes cynics, it's not something one does by choice.

I'm too lazy to continue

The Cad

Skepticism in general

I consider myself an armchair skeptic, I think that living a rational life is the best way to go but I have a problem with the skeptic movement. Namely, most of them are smarmy cunts. I think this puts people off, which is entirely understandable. It's a fine line between being a rational person and a know it all wanker. Recently I've been listening to Point of Inquiry, the official podcast of the skeptic's inquirer magazine. They have some good interviews with people like Richard Dawkins and Joe Nickell, which are worth listening to, but they spend half their time shoving this secular humanist atheist shit down my throat which makes them hard to listen to. I understand their plight, I'm an atheist myself, but I think that as long as we can teach people to be rational enough to get the most out of their existence as they can then we don't need to bring God into it, they can comfort themselves with a meaninful existence. It's scary to think about how fleeting and impermanent mortality is, I don't blame them for wanting something to hold onto. I do think that where faith and reality conflict then reality must by definition be the ultimate victor and the faith should rightfully be disparaged.

I love The Skeptic's Guide to Universe, because they are skeptical nerds, and nerds are, generally, the nicest people their are. Steve and the rogues are funny and interesting, and the late Perry DeAngelis espoused viewpoints that I personally hold, but I think that Dr. Steven Novella is the best poster boy for skepticism their is, because he is so dedicated and so humble and above all clever. I listen to other skeptical podcasts because I personally am interested in skepticism but the SGU is, to be frank, good shit. I love it, I listen to it when I fall asleep at night. And they aren't smarmy cunts! The New England accent does take some getting used to though, but eventually you can tell his voice apart from Ray Romano's.

Anyway, I have to go call Eloise... goodbye.

The Cad

Sexism in general

I don't think of myself as sexist. While I'm not saying I don't make general remarks about men or women in general, I don't judge individuals on a basis of gender, race or class, but on their virtues, their worth as individuals. Besides, if I were to be honest, if I were to generalise, I love womens, they're beautiful, all of them almost, which is lot better than I can say for men. Men are generally ugly and I hate those who aren't because they make me feel ugly. But so many women are so kind, and those who aren't can go to the pretty boys, that would be fine.

But maybe I'm biased, my girlfriend is not a fair comparison to all women, she is too kind and too beautiful. But my ex on the otherhand, she was crazy and cruel and the last time I saw her she looked like a gorilla. Oh well, I guess that's what I'm saying, people need to judged as individuals, based on their actions and their virtues.

So I don't like racism or sexism or discrimination in general. I'm not saying that everyone is all lovely and nice, there are shit people out there but I think that saying things in general about people in general is generally inaccurate.

But you don't have to listen to me, I advise you work shit out for yourself, at least you'll be confident in your decisions.

"Bitches Ain't Shit but Ho's and Tricks"
The Cad

Frazer's blog in General

Frazer, Frazer, Frazer, Frazer... Well... I'm sure It's well written, I haven't actually read any of it though, because I have dismissed it, a priori, as dense and incomprehensible, at least from the layman's perspective and, let's face it, I'm the ultimately layman.

To be honest, I hate Frazer. Not really, I mean, not as a person. I love Frazer, he's has been, and still is, a great friend to me. I hate Frazer because he's so fucking smart and knows everything there is to know about the shit that interests him. Now I've always been a fairly smart person but, for reasons beyond my control, I don't have the focus to become intricately and deeply involved in a topic or activity. I'm good at English, my vocabulary is fairly top-notch, but I can't become an expert on anything. Jack of all trades, master of none. And I love reading, but I can't read things that are dense and technical because I actually can't. Thus, I cannot read Frazer's blog.

But also, it's a blog about metal tech and such, I mean, who reads blogs about metal tech? It's like looking at photos of computers, why would you? I'm sure that there are some people who find things like that deathly interesting, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, the internet is a haven for weirdos.

Anyway, must go to class.

The Cad

Hip-Hop in General

I've decided that everyone who doesn't like Hip-Hop is a racist. The truth of this statement is irrelevant to me, I just need a way to rationalise the way some playa hate on the industry.

But Hip-Hop is great, I don't get why people don't dig it. Good Hip-Hop is great, and bad hip-hop is funny, so really, you can't lose. Unless you're some cracker wanker like Sage Francis, that guy shits me, being all underground and meaningful, acting like he's the only cunt to ever hate contemporary America. Fuckin' honky. But I digress, I love Hip-Hop because so much of it is so honest. I mean, sure 2Pac has some naff tracks and (especially in Gangsta Rap) there's a lot of bravado and bullshit. But I think that the gangsta bravado is honest in its obvious transparency. It's like wrestling, everyone knows that most rappers haven't killed other rappers, and they don't spen all their time being manly. It's kayfabe. We buy into it because it's fun, and we know that it's exaggerated. Another reason I like Hip-Hop is because it's like the opposite of classical music, and (as if you didn't know) classical music is for poofs and wankers.

Rap is often criticised for being homophobic and misogynistic, howvever, I would argue that calling someone a faggot is now more a personal insult than an attack on one's sexuality. For example, as far as I'm aware Michael Carson is straight, however, he is a faggot, a complete and utter faggot. And as far as misogyny goes, some are complete bitches, heartless she-devils, and as such should be criticised. Besides, they insult other men too, I don't hear them complaining.


I like rap because it doesn't take itself too seriously, and when it does (suck my balls Sage Francis) no-one buys it because it's preachy shit.

Anyway, I feel guilty fo always teasing MC McNee, so I've decided to start an organisation.

Freedom for Australian Gays: because it's not legal to shoot them anymore, and besides, most of them are useful to have around, say, if you need a haircut, or you want to watch a play.


The Cad

Integrity in General

I want to monetise my blog but I need more followers, more page views and more posts. Tell me what I need to write about to get followers. Any old shit, I don't care, I just want money.

Women in General

Women. Women... Now I love women. Women are amazing, women are beautiful, women are so smart, women make the best food. Alright, I'm generalising, what did you expect? So maybe not all women are all these things, but what I'm saying is that compared to men, women have it all figured out. They know how to put make-up on, for one thing, and trust me that's fucking hard to do. But they also know what to say to calm down angry people,they know how to seduce, they are social Machiavellians, able to control a social situation with great ease. They're geniuses, all of them. Well, not all of them, but in general. I'm definitely not generalising, however, when I say that all women, everywhere are BATSHIT CRAZY.

It's true, I'm sorry, but atleast men make sense, their intentions are blindinly obvious and they possess the social subtlety of sock full of sand to the back of the head. Women, on the other hand, are crazy. Let's look at the creek: Mary- crazy hippy throwback. Kate- lived in Denmark. Liza- a racist, vego who's been kicked out of home. And Ferkins, well what can you say?

Liza is a great example because she was kicked out by her batshit crazy mother.

My own dear Eloise is a little bit crazy, she's too shy to ask for service at fast-food restaurants.

When it comes to women, we have two choices. We must either accept the fact that all women are batshit crazy and adapt to cater to their craziness or we must follow Chris McNee down the chocolate road to eternal Hellfire.

"A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon"

The Cad

Life in general

My first post of the series Shit In General, looks at the most general of topics imaginable; Life.

I am not, I must say, a religious person, nor am I much of a spiritual person. It's an interesting perspective on life, that's for sure, and I often envy those with deep, genuine religious belief. They are so sure of what to do, what they know and it must make the experience of living such an easy ride. They even live safe in the knowledge (somehow) that they will be rewarded with paradise eternal when they die. Even though the afterlife is entirely unexistant, this doesn't not dawn on the religious until after they die and by then it doesn't matter.

But this always seemed like a cheat to me, wishful thinking with no evidence other than the sheer number of people who unshakingly believe in it. Why don't animals go to heaven? What difference between my brain and their's allows mine eternal existence? The mind and brain are the same thing, by the way, dualists are just romantic, but the truth is evident, in dead people, obviously, who cease to function once the brain dies, but more evidently, more tragically, in brain damaged and retarded people. If the mind of an individual is seperate to his brain, then why does his mind fade as his brain deteriorates?

I'm sorry, I think most discussions regarding the meaning of life are pretentious and unnecessary. I take the view that life is pointless, or at least, holds no more meaning than the meaning we give it, but I'm abhorred by how vocal some life-is-meaningless proponents are on the subject. They are hypocrites, only because if life is so pointless then why bother wasting it arguing about exactly how pointless life is? (It's completely pointless, by the way)

I take a subjective view of morality, in the sense that morality is what I make of it. In general, I like to place no more restrictions on myself than society proscribes by law. But I want people to like me, so I'm nice to them, the one's that like me at least, because life is lonely enough without barring myself off from the world.

I'm in English right now, sort of, and I must get back to class to make up an excuse for my lateness.

I'll close with a favourite quote of mine, one that sums up Life in General quite nicely:
"Ah well, such is life..."

The Cad

Who knows

maybe I'm always depressed, maybe it's just at night.
But this begs the question "Who cares?" which begs the question "does it matter?"

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I hate the internet

Just so you know. I hate it for many reasons, some of them are not even clear to me, and yet for some reason, it's still here.

I'm glad of that to be honest, I like podcasts and wikipedia and the inexhaustible amount of information and porn the internet provides, and without the internet I'd be bored as all fucking hell. Still, I'd laugh at the people who couldn't cope without it, and I'd laugh heartily because nothing's quite as funny as the pointless suffering of pointless individuals, except maybe preists with cancer.

Despite the vast bounty the internet provides there is still one thing that it can't do, one necessary thing it fails to live up to, which is a shame really, because a lot of people think it works. The internet can't make you cool, a cold, hard fact that most people need to come to terms with. The internet can't make you cool, the internet only makes you less cool. Now before someone calls me a hypocrite I need to establish two facts. 1) I never said cool people can't use the internet, and still be cool 2) Nor did I say that I was cool, so I'm contraicting myself here, my premise remains solid.

The internet is a safe haven for fuck-ups of all breeds, as evidenced by the reams and reams of utter shit online that has to interest someone. These fuck-ups are sad because they (rightly or wrongly) have been ostracised from society because they're weird and annoying. There seems to be this myth that the internet is a good thing because people no-one like in RL can go on-line and pretend to be cool and make friends. While in theory this is nice, it sadly isn't true, because the people with no friends are usually stupid and unlikeable, and when you go on-line you do not become a different, "cool" virtual person, you stay yourself. Your shit, miserable, worthless self, and guess what? No-one on-line likes you either, because you are inherently a fuck-wit, gutter-sucking, piece of garbage. And people wonder why those two stupid girls on MySpace made that suicide pact a couple years back.

And some of them actually think that on-line they ARE cool. Those are the worst. Those people are the sort of people who need to be thoroughly and systematically destroyed. I don't even think they need to be tortured, the sooner they're off the planet the better, and off the internet. The world can be a wholesome place again, full of love and flowers and shit.

'Shit' is a wonderful, all-purpose word and I shall endeavour to use it as often as I can or some shit.

I'm trying to fluff this post out to be longer than most of Chris McNee's because I believe that that will prove me to be the better man out of the two of us, but just in case you're not Chris and you haven't read my previous post, let me just get one thing clear:
I'm better than you if only because I don't give a shit if you think otherwise, and that at least to me, I will always be better than you.

I don't know, I don't trust this website, maybe I'll put myself up on here, but don't rush me and don't expect anything good.

Keep your shit to yourself
The Cad

From my perspective

I'm so much better than you

messed up

Well shit, maybe I can remember how to use html and if so this post looks brilliant. I'm sorry, it's true. Chris McNee suggested I start a blog LOL!11! So like I did because like, I want to.


Anyways (you'll soon come to love this expression as much as I do)

I'm blogging about shit in general, which generally is none of your business >:(
What can I say? What can I say about my GOOD FRIEND Chris McNee? Well... He's... gay. And also... He's from Papua New Guinea and he fingered some philipino chick at his house when he was 15. I wonder if she was hot, maybe. She had nice tits apparently. I like tits. Tits and arse.

He's "bi-sexual" apparently (you'll soon come to love this expression as much as I do). I dunno. I just want him to be gay because it would be funny. That's the sad truth of it I suppose, but life is a joke, I try to enjoy it as much as possible.

Steve Novella is a pimp, I'm just sayin.

Kevin Rudd is a prime-minister, I'm just sayin. But he's a stooge.


Fuck this shit,
this shit is fucked up