capitalismo and cancer

Yeah, but apparently you can't just say that any more, you need to have an angle, otherwise it's the same old arguement and people tell you to stop moaning and get on with it. God I want to punch those people.

"I really hate cancer, I wish it could be removed from the earth" "Please explain cancer to me" "...I can't" "Then how can you hate cancer? You can't even explain what it is..." *SMACK* right in the chops.

I have the names and addresses of the capitalists locked in a safe deposit box somewhere in Milton Keynes, all thirty five and a half million of them. Probably. I will release them for a cool five million quid, because I am, like most people, a very jealous, secret would-be capitalist. But don't tell anyone. Please.

But I like it. A lot, in fact. Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt. See? What other words do you consider to be bad? Knacker sack? Cauliflower? Beeswax? If I ever become filthy, stinking rich I intend to build a delightful cunt shaped castle in the heart of the Cotswolds out of black and white marble and pink Bordeaux limestone, the exterior walls decorated with fine carvings of Jeremy Clarkson, Simon Cowell, Piers Morgan and various members of parliament and engraved with the word 'cunt' over and over and over again, quite discreetly as a whole but in huge, bold italics on the side overlooking Ed Miliband's twee little cuntry cottage. If you liked apple pie and strawberry blancmange, garden gnomes, monkey puzzle trees, tatty old orange and white Volkswagen campers or spam fritters (or maybe all of them), wouldn't you feel a bit peeved if some mustached, jackbooted fascist wanted to ban them all forever and hack the hieroglyphics of their former existence out of the collective unconsciousness with a blunt chisel?

'Castle Cuntmore' - now why didn't I think of that? I suppose I'll have to build lots of deep, dark, warm, moist, musk scented cunt shaped dungeons with lacy curtained, pube lined entrances for imprisoning complete cunts in. But wouldn't that be, well, not exactly a punishment? Wouldn't it increase the crime rate? And it means I'd have to pay a selection of scabby, preferably leprous gaolers to dish out maggoty, cockroach infested slops (available from McDonalds and all good supermarkets and delicatessens) and hose down the inmates every few weeks. Or months. Maybe I should simply feed all even vaguely cuntish felons arrested in the Independent State of Cuntville to the pigs or grind them up for fertilizer and not bother with the dungeons. Well, maybe just the one..... Please send all designs for Castle Cuntmore's numerous water features and the long anticipated Golden Shower room (preferably extremely graphic ones) in plain brown envelopes marked 'Cunt-tastic, Sperm-squirting Porno Filth' to PO Box 666, Walsall, West Midlands. I shall, of course, carefully consider all entries. When the missus is at work, obviously, because like all fascist dictators she despises my love of all things cunty, and if she finds out I'm history. The prize for the competition winner is two weeks full board in Castle Cuntmore's only dungeon (as long as the winner agrees to bleach it thoroughly when they've, you know, finished) and a pair of Nancy Del'Oilybits used knickers - sorry, no one else agreed to provide their sweaty scanties apart from Ethel Merman, Kerry Katona, Sylvester Stallone's mum and Professor Stephen Hawking.

FTSE, I do agree with your opinions on these matters to a large extent, but are you saying there is a solution to these shortcomings of human nature? I mean, human nature is the only impediment between here and utopia, isn't it? Will we always have to work around human nature, or can we change it? If it can't be changed, then we might as well nuke China and let the whole thing come to its logical conclusion, and hope that in a few million years when little humanoid things evolve they don't fuck it up quite as comprehensively as we have.

Antioxidants, they're meant to be good for cancer...and what about those flavinoids...we could with some of them too...One of the anti-cancer supplements I regularly use is laughing and shouting at the television particularly when adverts for women's beauty products are on...I'm not sure how much this has shrunk my tumour but I feel a lot better...