Bass-Ackwards

Do you ever think that rock stars and punk bands purposefully get into abusive, unstable relationships just so they'll have something to sing about?
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Well, after spending the entire day sitting on my arse on a ride-on lawnmower, I think it's time to spend some quality time sitting on my arse typing. I had an idea today whilst trying to stave off the frequent heamorroid-inducing states of boredom. It's time for a new feature: Word-Learningness Day!
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It works thusly: I find a word or phrase that I use in the frequent conversations with myself, but yet have no idea what it means. I then attempt to find out using the most premier internet sources available. You, the reader get to learn about it with me. Won't that be fun?
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Well fuck you, I feel like doing it anyway.
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The word for today is "Oligarchy". Or possibly "Religeous Oligarchy". Whatever get the best answers. Because shut the hell up. That's why.
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urbandictionary:

	A system of government that is run by a small group of people not subject to vote or approval. The small group of people run the world in a feudal system-esque manner. While the other people are basically their slaves.

So it's basically one of those evil shadowy corporation type things with the circle of executives sitting round a table with their faces hidden. Like the Illuminati? Or McDonalds?
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wikipedia:
 Basically, it says that every system of government becomes an oligarchy. Which is depressing to think that shadowy dick-taters will eventually rule us all.
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oligarchy.net:
 The most subtley terrifying website that money from 1997 can buy.
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youtube.com:
 Playlist: The Criminal Elite Oligarchy (New World Order Illuminati)
Consists of videos about: The Pope, Tom Cruise, George Bush, The Black Pope, The Sun newspaper, The Evil Pope, The Disney Corporation and Mars. The Planet Mars.
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So what exactly have we learned here today:
As far as I can remember (because scrolling back up the page is waaay too hard), is that the world will inevitibly be eventually ruled by a shadowy group of dictators around a table wearing robes and hoods. These people will consist of, but are not limited to: The Pope (who is black and/or evil), a hollywood actor, a former president and renowned fucktard, a british tabloid, a cartoon and theme park company, and a nearby 6.4185 × 10²³ kg hunk of space-rock.

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All in all, more useful than what I learn in college on any given day.
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Thats a wrap. Now go finish that thing with that yolk that you're supposed to be doing.

Why do they call the font "Trebuchet"? Have they ever seen a Trebuchet?!?

Well, I finally got a shiny new digital camera. Sorry camera-phone, we had some great times together (cut to wiggly flashback-style effect), but you've been succeeded by a whole 10 megapixels. Not that it makes a blind bit of difference after 6 megapixels.
I choose to show this to you by taking a photo of the worst drawing I could find and posting it.
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So. Apparently I'm going up to dublin tomorrow for a trip to an Ireland-B rugby match. Wonderful (sarcasm is really hard to telegraph over a purely visual medium). This could be a perfectly nice day out, only to be compounded by my mother going "It'll be a nice oppertunity for some father-son bonding."
I do not live in the fucking '60's. Nor the 50's, 70's or 80's for that matter. Father-Son bonding became irrelevant around the time fathers began ignoring their family in pursuit of money and distractions associated thereof.
In case you haven't noticed, I work on my dad's farm. I get to see him. Oooh, every single day. I take instruction from him, and I try not to screw up too much around him. Granted, this isn't an ideal situation to grow closer to him, but to grow, you need some freakin room! Let me miss him a bit before you tell me to spend more time with him!
The dad I see is irritable and sure of himself. I dont really see the want in being any closer to him than I already am.
Fuckit. I've no good reason to be angered by this.
What I'm really pissed off by is when people try to tell me what to think. I hate it when people address me in some way that isnt advice. It makes me so infuriated when they make a point of not saying "please", and I DONT KNOW WHY.
Why should I be angry at people when 99% of the time they're only giving me guidance based on their own experiance? And from what I see I'm not the only one who thinks this.
Maybe it's because the world is constantly telling us these days "think for yourself" and "You are Special" with a capital S and saying it with a straight face (as opposed to the way I normally say it. Y'know, insultingly).
Maybe what we should be telling the kids is "Dont be a Dick" with a capital D (Unless your name is richard). If Barney is to blame for kids having overinflated senses of self-importance these days, maybe we should have a counter-argument saying "seriously though, kids, the people on this show are so stupidly talented they're already earning more than your parents. They'll be burned out and struggling before they're 20. Also, nothing on this show is real".
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Damn it. I told myself not to descend into a rant this time. Screwit. Next time, I'll talk about puppies or hugs or sunlight blasting out of various orifices or something.
Thats it. Now go and walk to the shops and don't buy anything with sugar in it. Please.