A complete inability to function as a human being

I deal with a lot of people in everyday life, who have some difficulties in being classed as human beings, in my eyes. Some can't behave in a socially acceptable way (and I live in newtown, where almost anything is socially acceptable), some are just generally what I term "dicks". But every now and again you come accross one who's different.

I have spent some time recently trying to discover what to call people who are a combination of all the aspects I hate. You know who I mean, they are narcisistic, self serving, hypocritical, rude, arrogant, vacumns of everything it means to me to be human. And you would be surprised, there are a lot of them, they may be able to hide in from the general public for 5 minutes, or even an hour if they are trying particularly hard, but in the end, when you have enough exposure, they come out and you realise there is not a single thought going on except for "how will ... effect my life" or "how can ... be better for me?"

Well, I can not find a single word to describe these people or how I despise them. And this angers me, because, there are so many that they need a label. We can create a name for a syndrome that affects 2 humans in 7 billion (yes, the worlds population has reached 7 billion, and yes, you can expect to hear about that soon) but this problem, which effects every one of us, has no term. I can't even describe it except as a complete inability to function as a human being. Maybe we could call it ACITFAHB?

These people are dooming us all, they leave lights and TVs on when not around burning fossil fuels, they are lazy and make it harder to get anywhere due to more traffic and even the footpaths are slow because you know they don't walk anywhere, they dawdle, and dilly dally their days away looking at themselves in shop windows. They have no manners, no respect and moan like cheap hookers if you show them no respect back. There has to be a name for them. Please help me, send your suggestions to me, I need to get this resolved so I can put my mind to rest, and start to contemplate my next dilemma, like my complete lack of career path, or inability to hold money. Please, tell me what we can call these people!

Actually, scrap that, i just thought of the correct term...

CUNTS

Keep an ear to the ground and a fist in the sky.

<3 Ranting Man

"Bottled Cooks"

So, you're a great cook, you watch masterchef, you can recite the names of Gordan Ramseys restaurants off by heart and you have a knife block. Yet I've seen you cooking, I've seen your brilliant culinary skills at work and I know where you get your secret recipes and blends of spices and family specialties from. You open a jar and pour it over meat, stir then serve. you are basically making what Mr Chicken Tonight thinks everyone should eat. I'm sure you add your own touches, like adding some prepackaged dried herb mixture to the meat, or sneaking a splash or Worcestershire sauce in, but, alas, i can't taste your special blends of herbs, over the special blend of salt, oil and preservatives in your dolmio chunky.

I'm not against using these prepackaged sauce mixes, just knowing that if thats what you call cooking, you are a disgrace, you have used no taste and you have not even tried. Don't tell me you'll "cook a special dinner" for me then use this shit. It's not going to impress me, I think they all taste the same anyhow. Put some tomato, coriander and chilli in a saucepan, heat it up and pour it over pasta. I'll be much more impressed, we'll both live longer and I won't be disappointed in what shit I've just ingested, plus it's easier, cheaper and gives you a chance to taste it and add to it, based on what you think it needs, provoking thought and making you feel like you put your heart into your food.

Keep an ear to the ground and a fist in the sky.

<3 Ranting Man

Len Hall

In what is my first ever "blog" I have decided to start it in a positive note. I am sure that through my upcoming rants you will hear the anger and rage that keep me awake for 21 hours a day and get to know, only to well, what I think about anything and everything. It is important to me however, that the public see I am a positive person, a happy person, a person who could even be called content at certain times. This is why I am starting my ranting career on a positive note, about an Australian hero, Len Hall.

I only came to read about Len Hall, due to me wondering what the lyrics in a song by The Herd were. The song was The Metres Gained for those of you playing along at home. I choose to do some reading because the line "if he had to do it again, he'd fight for the Turks" aroused my interest.

Len Hall was a soldier from WA in WWI. He was heard playing the Bugle by an officer when he was 16 who asked him to enlist as the 10th Light Horse needed a bugler. he lied about his age and went off to Gallipoli. When Len arrived at Gallipoli, his bugle was replaced with a maching gun and he was one of only 33% to survive his landing day. He survived some of the most devestating battles of the war, and went on to ride with Lawrence of Arabia to liberate Damascus. As I thought, he was one of the brave, resilient ANZAC soldiers that we Australians are so proud to be associated with.

When Len returned to Fremantle after the war, he was handed a feather by a girl. The feather he had given to her four years earlier on the docks at Fremantle awaiting his departure. They were married 2 years later. Len then went on to work as a Postmaster after the war (this I found interesting as it is the same career path as my own Grandfather) Then when WWII broke out, he went back to the military, but as a radio operator this time (again, much the same as my Grandfather).

After Len retired he returned to Gallipoli, where he said in an interview for the ABC, "I had nothing against the Turks. They are good people. I respect them. They were just defending their home ground. In fact, I would fight for them next time rather than fight against them.” Len nursed Eunice in her last days and eventually died aged 101 in 1999.

I don't have a point, I am just ranting on, but if more people know about this, maybe more people will think about making their life more valuable and not just about looking after their own narcicistic needs.

Keep an ear to the ground and a fist in the sky.

<3 Ranting Man