. The real problem is NOT the Middle East Or government censorship Or anything else that is particularly complicated. The problem is DEEPER! The problem is SIMPLER! . We in the UK make money by selling weapons It is THAT simple! If we don't sell weapons, we don't make enough money to survive as a nation. No weapon sales harm the UK. It reduces public services to zero! It lowers the yield on that pension you are so looking forward to. . You say you are against violence, so go on your little middle-class protests without really ever wanting to know where your pension pots are invested. Yeh, your pension and other investments ARE almost definitely blowing the legs off other fellow human beings, from the UK-made 'N sold landmines. You may never smell the sting of shit and showered blood in person - BUT you are Still responsible! . The REAL problem Is humanity's love of violence. It's romance with war. The problem is a love of fighting. It starts with macho street punch-...

Three Very Lazy knocked up Ross E F Lombardi Limericks. . There once was a poet who wrote a limerick, Who slapped lines together Sort-‘O quick, - They lazily did not put in enough effort that day, Performed it anyway, - And the tired formula allowed it still to Kind-‘O stick. . . . . . . There was once a pretentious poet from afar. For whom being overly posh was – “who they Are”, - When they whined about another poet’s lack of education. The other poet giggled, “Mutare non est meum” - Then just shrugged and added “Cantus Moriar”. . . . . . . There was once a persecuted population in past history Who shouted “Never again” to such inhumanity! - They re-committed genocide themselves anyway. Even in this modern day, - Yet were still unable to see the sick, Iconic, Ironic misery. .

. Oh, the unfortunate irony! . That you'd have to be pretty dam super stupid to go out with someone This damaged! I am Not a smart decision! (Shrug) ...while I am doomed to only being attracted to super smart, intelligent women, anyway. . So logically, If you are stupid enough to be attracted to me. Then you are far too stupid for me to be ever attracted to you. . How the hell is THAT shit ever gonna work?! I am SOOOooo  Very, VERY fucked! ...and not in a good way! . . I am one of those men who has problems with a super smart, intelligent woman... ... because They Are SO Dam HOT! . SO! Go on! Say something really clever! I double dare you! . If you want to end up stuck with me having a crush on you... .

"if you're a single man 50+ we want you at our dinners" Sayeth the AD! Except... -...NO... YOU DON'T want ME at your dinners! - You want men with a calm maturity and men that have "their shit together" , EG - 'house' 'job' 'car' etc.... You want fairly successful professional men, NOT some podgy 50-year-old train wreck, overly emotional, delusional up their own arse pseudo-intellectual who still gets all teen-style enraged at every perceived social injustice. NOT a broke on benefits bloke in a rented flat that does his laundry in two buckets in his shower cubicle. You do not want a person who IS of an E6/2 socioeconomic bracket. …yet is still able to both know exactly what that is and what that really means. You want those ‘real humans’ instead… Not the trash… …That You want to ignore in the street. - You don’t want “me”! Have you met “me”? I’m a walking, talking, scruffy social awkwardness nightmare! - - HELL! ‘I’ AM ‘me’ ...

.  My Chemical Romance: <Singing> “…when you grow up Would you be the saviour of the broken The beaten and the damned...?" . ME: “Oh, for fucks sake” “DO, Piss OFF!” ! “I AM THE BLOODY BROKEN!” “BEATEN” “…And DAMNED!” .

. There's absolutely no point in me asking for any help... Why? Because of my gender and age... ...to the extent that I am not even going to bother reading the replies or comments to this statement. (Sigh) ... because any replies will either be 'trite' 'attacking' 'condescending' 'dull' or, all four... . On Oct the 1st There is a 95% chance of me totally giving up on being any part of this wider local world. I'll just stay in, avoid most people, and Just watch TV, play computer games, watch porn, ect, ect, - until I die of old age. . I might even see if I can fit in the extra cost of shopping delivery into my budget to avoid having to mix with people at shops. . I had a proper full-on go at being part of the world. And now I am tired of it all. The wider world simply seems not worth the time, effort and cost of engaging with. . Don't worry I'll try not to let you ever-so 'ickle little prissy gate hit my rancid big butt on the w...

. I spend almost my entire time pretending to be as "normal" as possible... ...just to survive and hope that once in a blue moon someone might be genuinely unprompted pleasant to me... ...but I never seem to be able to act quite dumb and stupid enough to really fit in or connect with anyone ... ... Sometimes I think ... ...that if I get punched hard enough, often enough, to cause just the right amount of brain damage - then I could finally fit in and make friends easily... ... Then maybe I could finally learn how to be happy. . Of course that is just stupid. It's the equivalent of trying to get bitten by a radioactive spider in real life and thinking I might get superpowers. . But I do wish I could somehow find a way to connect with the world. . It obviously will never happen... ...but I can dream about it ... ... ...As long as I'm mature enough to accept it's only ever going to be a fantasy, I'm still allowed to dream of acceptance. . .

. The tune of I'm Still Standing By Elton John. But with the words replaced with my own warped lyrics . . . You could never know what it's like Acting like normal with a shattered mind. And there's a cold, lonely darkness that sucks me in. Pretending not to be a wreck, I hide behind this mask I use . And despite knowing that I could never win! Well, look at me, I'm coming back again I got a taste of spite in a stubborn way I'm still here, but inside I'm fading away . Don't you know I'm just as broken as I ever was Looking like a total loser, feeling like an abandoned pup. I'm still as broken after all this time. Picking up the pieces of my existence in a world that's too unkind. . I'm still broken (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm still broken (yeah, yeah, yeah) . Even though I never could have hoped to win Staring down the future, all hope leaving me again The threats you made were meant to scare me down And if my life had any justice, I'd be d...