Tuesday Rant

Just went into the city centre for lunch. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Some days Glasgow looks fantastic. On other days, it looks like the mutant scene from that particularly schonky Arnie Mars based movie, Total Recall. I am now downing vodka smoothies to numb the violence of the recollection of the drooling horrors. It looks like the circus came to town, stayed, and had lots of tadpoles. It's possible that sometime in the '70s there was a nuclear attack and we are all blanking it. It's equally possible that we are in the matrix and someone is playing a hugely cruel joke.
Worst case scenario, this is real life, the muttering man talking to his burger as he bumbled down the street colliding with everything is real. The vastly over weight man who was spinning a basketball on his finger with his planetoid sized girlfriend looking on were real. All the too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, freak show escapees are real and normal and it is me that is having a crisis. I have lost concentration and in that moment my standards crept up and now I am shocked. After I get past the shallow judgements of peoples physical peculiarities, I am left with the other horrors. The fact that society still has casualties littering our streets dependant on our all too wanting compassion simply to eat. It's no wonder they drink. Our Earth's populous are obsessed with vengeance whilst claiming moral superiority, our politicians are clambering over themselves to condemn acts of compassion that their religions place as the foundations of their faith. Those in power will manipulate political instabilities to promote civil war in order to sell guns so they can buy a bigger yacht and increase the value of their shares in pharmaceuticals. And it's all so futile and so wretched that the cattle, you and I, despair and sometimes lose concentration and rise to outrage.

This is the shit that tocsin should be outraged about.