Frig Index: 0.00000001
Communism Bit: Off
Location: Job, of course
Things to write 'bout.
Okay. 'Tis official. The next BHH is upon us. 26th of April,
And our Jackfruity is back from out the undead. Yay!
While at it, I might as well tell you one of my Top Three lists. My favourite locksmen?
- Dedan Kimathi.
Know what? If you ever lead so much as a shouting match against the Brit empire and all them other downpressors, you are hot. Cool. Maybe not good, but surely cool.
Whenever there is anything to say about Bob, it is better said in his own words. But whenever there is anything to say about the world, it is best said in Bob's own words.
``But someone will 'ave to pay for the innocent blood that they shed everyday. O, children mark my word. It's what the Bible say (sic).'' — Bob Marley (We and Dem)
I and I.
Yep. Gon' spin a dreadlock. But it seems everyone is tired of hearing me promise, by now. Thing is, I should be out getting it spun, right now, but I am here before my PC. These things happen. I'll just stop promising, and then, someday ...
(Kimathi image sourced from http://www.troopsoutmovement.com/oliversarmychap6.htm—please read, or at least just skim through.)
Plus, I have found that my favourite (actually, formerly-favourite) word, frig, has some meanings that may not sit well with some people I use it around. So, I am dropping it. I used it for the sheer force of the suddenness it carried while leaping out from between my lips, spittle and froth following. But, now, it is
Also, while I talk of words ... CB, yesterday, noted that one thing that set Ugandan bloggers apart from the rest was the culture that had formed from their being tight-knit. Like new words that keep getting kicked up. `Blogren' is official! Well, almost. Check Google. As in, it's clearly our invention.
And ... Thank you, Baz, for being such a pal. You know how to keep promises. The revolution could do with more of you.
The Danes rock. Hard. Was at their crib, yesterday. They rock [toot!] hard. (Hey, what just happened to my word? Oh, [toot!] it. Whatever.)
I was saying, they rock. And for the snacks, drinks, et al, tiak. (Is that the spelling?)
In closing ... (Hang on; it's almost over! If you shake, it will only take longer!)
Is Robert Mugabe bad? In a word, no. The Brits have managed, through sustained propaganda, to convince us that we have a gorgon on our hands. Well, he is not good, in case I was putting your heart in harm's way. But that he is presiding over Zimbabwe's economic situation doesn't make him bad. The Great Depression was very similar to today's Zimbabwe. Yet nobody labeled the American president of the time (Roose-something) a bad guy. I wonder if anyone can stand up and honestly say George Bush is a better man than Robert Mugabe. Yet how many times has Bush been called everything Mugabe has been called? So, okay, Mugabe is only slightly better than Bush. How bad Mugabe is depends on you, because I leave the placement of Bush to you. Bush, by the way, is the guy of Iraq and Hurricane Katrina. And a million other deaths in Africa every [toot!]in' day.
Lastly, ... hehehe. :oD You thought the ordeal was going on, eh? Okay, lemme let you fly along, pretty little dove. (Shouting to the bird in the distance, through the barred window ...) `And don't get caught in the rain!' (With a longing Morgan-Freeman smile on his face, wrinkles running out of the corners of his eyes, spreading viciously into his face and as far down as the legs held down by shackles for the thirty-second year in a row, guiding the tears as they go.) `And tell the Free People to come and fight for our freedom!'
Ah, the beauty of pure randomness!