The champions of civil liberties have long been defeated. You are being watched by secret cameras. It does not deter crime, nor intimidate criminals. Your confiscated income is diverted to the equipment, installation, and maintenance of these intrusive devices. Your suspicions that the eyes watching you in your public moments are really motivated by the most twisted lusts are not far from the mark. There are cameras in more private places, placed by the ever growing number of sexual deviants that the state encourages, in the same way that a mushroom farmer is a connoisseur of manure. The jerk offs that direct the state have an agenda of taxation and spending. Those voices that are critical of either are ignored by the lick spittle media; why upset the apple cart? The incest between media and Bolshevism stinks like sun ripened road kill. But there are those that hold their noses and accept the unsupervised funding that comes from the state. A few cameras here; a few cameras there. Like the great biblical figure Pontius Pilate one just washes ones hands before depositing the funds into the General Account. And if you have cameras, you need surveillance software, which means you need surveillance software programmers; and programmers have human resources problems. You are lucky that I, Fenris Badwulf, hold down the Human Resources position in Mitchieville. I make Humans into Resources. I care.

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They will attack when they think they can win.

After they attack, you will know who they are. Some people already know who they are.

There will be battles.

They have made some mistakes. They are not as fast as Wyatt Earp, and the Polish Bogs can swallow them too.

Some of us already know what was coming.

One of us made a lot of money, knowing what was coming.

‘We’ are the four horsemen of the Apocalypse.

One is Irish. One is Chinese.

From:Simon Edhouse
Date: Monday 16 November 2009 2.19pm
To:David Thorne
Subject: Logo Design

Hello David,

I would like to catch up as I am working on a really exciting project at the moment and need a logo designed. Basically something representing peer to peer networking. I have to have something to show prospective clients this week so would you be able to pull something together in the next few days? I will also need a couple of pie charts done for a 1 page website. If deal goes ahead there will be some good money in it for you.

Simon

From:David Thorne
Date: Monday 16 November 2009 3.52pm
To:Simon Edhouse
Subject: Re: Logo Design

Dear Simon,

Disregarding the fact that you have still not paid me for work I completed earlier this year despite several assertions that you would do so, I would be delighted to spend my free time creating logos and pie charts for you based on further vague promises of future possible payment. Please find attached pie chart as requested and let me know of any changes required.

Regards, David.

From:Simon Edhouse
Date: Monday 16 November 2009 4.11pm
To:David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Logo Design

Is that supposed to be a fucking joke? I told you the previous projects did not go ahead. I invested a lot more time and energy in those projects than you did. If you put as much energy into the projects as you do being a dickhead you would be a lot more successful.

From:David Thorne
Date: Monday 16 November 2009 5.27pm
To:Simon Edhouse
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Logo Design

Dear Simon,

You are correct and I apologise. Your last project was actually both commercially viable and original. Unfortunately the part that was commercially viable was not original, and the part that was original was not commercially viable.

I would no doubt find your ideas more ‘cutting edge’ and original if I had traveled forward in time from the 1950’s but as it stands, your ideas for technology based projects that have already been put into application by other people several years before you thought of them fail to generate the enthusiasm they possibly deserve. Having said that though, if I had traveled forward in time, my time machine would probably put your peer to peer networking technology to shame as not only would it have commercial viability, but also an awesome logo and accompanying pie charts.

Regardless, I have, as requested, attached a logo that represents not only the peer to peer networking project you are currently working on, but working with you in general.

Regards, David.

The rest of the email correspondence can be found here, at 27b/6™

**Thanks to HMH, who submits his valuable resources to the good folkage at Last of the Few

This is a tray full of delicious looking morsels from some hospital in France. I’m not sure what the main course is, but it looks a hell of a lot better than the slop I use to feed myself when I was single–although something can be said for a whiskey and a bowl of popcorn.

Yup, the French may be hated, as they rightly should be, but when it comes to food, those bad bastards really got their shit going on.

Most of the hospital food pictures I posted this week come from the aptly named Hospital Food website.

This is from a maternity hospital in Athens Greece. Everything looks really appetizing, and if I don’t miss my guess, at the front of the main plate sits bacon wrapped something or other. And is that two desserts? Three desserts? My oh my, knock me up and ship me off to Greece!

The colour seems to be slightly off in this picture, unless Japanese rice is now pink. Seeing as how warped everything is in Japan, it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

The best part of this meal, if there is a best part, has to be the raw fish in the top left corner. I understand the concept of sushi, but that’s just ridiculous.

I wish I had some elaborate story why I didn’t post Tuesday’s Hospital Food picture on the correct day, but truth be told I have no such story. I didn’t post it simply because I was abducted by Libyan terrorists, taken to a compound just north of Tripoli, where Muammar Ghadaffi asked me to give my opinion on some tapestries he is interested in adorning his great hall with. I was like, “Go with the green one, it matches your eyes.” I have fantastic taste in tapestries.

Anyway, it was time for me to audi, so I kicked Muammar in the groin, stole his sword and slit the throat of the 30 terrorist scumbags that abducted me. Don’t think I didn’t forget about being abducted, that shit stays with a guy long time. After that I peed on Muammars stupid tapestry, jumped in a helicopter and flew back to Mitchieville.

By that time it was like an hour and ten minutes ago, so excuse me if I’m a tad tardy of the Hospital Food Week piece. Ya, excuse me all to hell.

The food you see in this post was taken at the Royal Prince Alfred hospital in Sydney, Australia. Oy oy oy!

German university hospital – dinner: chicken, cheese, bread, butter, remolade.

I’ve seen worse, and I’m sure you have, too. I once stayed at a hospital in Manitoba and they gave me nothing but stale bread, warm juice, and wilted vegetables. At night, they made me sleep in a cell and issued me orange overalls. Wait, maybe that was the correctional institute I was at. That explains the botched surgery then.