[Toot!] Index: 9.2
Communism Bit: On
Location: Job, of course
I won't smudge my blog's otherwise impeccable record with a link to Bukedde.
But still, I'll just note that I'm just sick, sick, sick and totally, totally, totally tired of that paper.
I'm sick of the macabre, grisly pictures. That's what happens when demoniac editors manage to drag their itchy, syphilitic gonads away from their necrophilic orgies.
Those idiots—the entire satan-worshipping coven at Bukedde, from janitorial to `editorial'—may even infect the comparatively-good New Vision people. Soon, even they will be drooling at headless, bloodied nudes with aroused glee.
I usually take matters into my hands and shoot one or two people, when I'm angry enough. But I can't this time, because it is, apparently, press freedom to put stabbed necks on the front pages. Kids don't read the front page, do they? They are asleep when they are walking to school, aren't they?
I'm sickened. Some things, if they even deserve public mention, should be euphemised and hidden. Christ the Holy Nazarene of the Virgin Birth, I'm sick and fucking tired of that paper. I'm worried what I may do next.