The World is Seriously Fucked Up

Well, there's a happy title! But seriously folks, it is.

1. Haiti. Poor fuckers. I can't even cope with hearing about it right now. I'm really sorry about that, but honestly I cannot cope with it, cant process it. Shite. They have already identified some fairly major scams where fuckwits are using people's generosity in donating money to benefit themselves. The worst part is, I'm not even remotely surprised by that. People disgust me.

2. Sorta still on 1, and leading into 3. Ever notice how whenever there is a war going on with, lets face it, America blowing the crap outta someone who pissed them off, not long after there are a spate of giant earthquakes? Look at China not long after Iraq started. And after Kuwait there was a big one too, I just forget where right now. And when the Froggies were Nuclear Testing in the mid 90's (where was that again? Christ my memory is gone) we had all those quakes in the Islands and Indonesia and shit. America, stop friggin thumping your bombs into the ground! It shakes shit up!

3. Iraq. I have family visiting from overseas at the moment. Alot of them. My family has a very large portion involved in emergency services and in defense. For various countries, where they live. One has been serving in somewhat recently Iraq, and as this is the first time I have seen him since then, he had some things to show me and tel me about his time there. Shame on you America. SHAME. ON. YOU. It made me sick. With me coming from a country filled with opression, violence and people who basically have the ability and authority to do as they please to whomever they please for no reason whatsoever, I feel I can judge. And judge I most certainly do. The words "shame on you" are so inadequate as to be ludicrous. I know a couple of people in Iraq, and from Iraq, and on both sides. I see both sides. But America, you are so, so, SO much fucking worse. Christ. No wonder you are keeping this one quiet. You made me literally vomit. Even the Iraqis disgusted me in their views that permit them to allow such things to happen to their contrymen. Inadequate Boyfriend heard some of it. His views were really interesting, and at times unfatholmable, but some of what he said just made me lose hope altogether. People disgust me.

4. Another member of my family works in South Africa with victims of sexual abuse. Yes she sees genital mutilations and female circumcision, women infected with AIDS (sometimes on purpose) and the children that result from all this. She recently spent time with a sister organisation in the Congo. The stories she told. The pictures. Oh. My. God. I cried, I vomited, and I dont ever want to have sex again at this point. People disgust me.

5. Sproglet is currently at vacation care during the school holidays whilst I am at work. And although yes, I live in Western Sydney and can be considered a "westie", where I am is actually really nice, and the people are not Bogans. There is of course a point where if you go far enough west, it starts getting nice again, and we are basically rural, so you can consider us country folk instead of feral folk, mkay? So anyway, this morning he comments to me about a man that is sleeping in an alcove of the historical building that has been converted into a child care facility that he goes to. I say its historical, because of course over the years it has been added to, renovated, and other buildings built around it, so there are many secret hiding places. Anyway.....

So Sproglet comments that the man is gross and is almost always there in the mornings. I explained to him that yes, thats right, that the man is actually homeless. Instantly his whole demeanor changes, and he says "oh!". He takes a moment to think about it, and then tells me how we should just let him stay there, because its out of the rain, and he has somewhere to put his bags. He tells me he must be tired because he is lying down, that maybe the storm last night kept him awake, because the thunder is loud and he cant shut the window, and the lightening maybe kept waking him up. He asked why the man didn't have a home. Why didnt he get a job and get money to buy one. I said I didnt know why he was homeless, that something must have happened in his life that meant he didnt have a house, or somebody to stay with. Sproglet asked if he could stay at our house until he got a new one for himself. I explained about having strangers in our house being not a good idea, and he accepted that, but felt bad all the same. He said we should be quiet because we were getting close to the building and we shouldnt wake him or make him go away, that its raining and thats not fair. Apparently one of the carer's had asked him to move on yesterday when the children went out to play and he was still there. Sproglet decided he would explain all this to the carers and ask them not to move him, that the kids could play on the other side (where there is another play area) because it was wet today so that the man could stay dry. Sproglet has also decided that he wants to take the man his "scratchy blanket" tomorrow. His scratchy blanket is an enourmous brown wool blanket, terribly warm and thick, but Sproglet finds wool irritating, so it can only be used over another blanket. I asked him why, thinking it was because he hates the scratching, but Sproglet said no, it was because its the warmest blanket in our house (which is true) and the man only has a very skinny blanket so he must be cold. Sproglet says the skinny blanket will stop the scratching, and is brown too which will match the scratchy blanket and look nice.

My son does not disgust me.

Shrinking Kitty posted recently about being the only one to assist an old lady being assaulted whilst many others sat idly by, watching.

Madmother posted about ineffective "do-good-ers" and their poxy charitable facebook status' (by the way I'm not wearing undies so suck on that)

And I wrote recently (I forget where now) about yelling at a Dad in Woolworths who hit his child, and was lucky for store security because he turned on me. Again nobody else did anything but watch the drama unfold, and I'm telling you now that wasnt a smack, it was assault. And if that's what he does in public, imagine what happens behind closed doors at home?

If more people would give up their scratchy blankets, this place wouldnt be so bad. I'm off to donate some money to the Red Cross, because you know those fuckers are'nt stealing it. And I'm going to pull a very scratchy blanket out of the winter cupboard and pack it and a few other items into a duffle bag for a wet man in Western Sydney.

And I'm going to hope, that of all of you who read this, that one, just one of you do something not disgusting for someone today. To counteract the balance, if only a tiny bit. Because the world is seriously fucked up. And it shouldn't be.