Bruce Llama

Over there on the right, I’ve got a little banner thingy.  It says I’m in, are you?  And its all about blog action day.

This year, in October, lots of blogs are going to be talking about poverty.  Its something that’s dear to my heart, how unfair the world is, and how inert we are in making real positive changes.

I look forward to reading some great blogs on the day, and I look forward to contributing in a manner befitting of the occasion and doing it without swearing…. yeah,right.

Blog Action Day website

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Today, the Victorian Parliament is considering new laws that would decriminalise abortion in Victoria.  The pro-abortion and anti-abortion people are out marching in the street.

I’m all for it, decriminalise it.  Make it illegal won’t actually stop abortions, any more than banning guns has stopped their use.  However, you can offer some control for the woman concerned to make sure she is making a properly informed decision, has considered the ramifications by allowing abortion in a guilt, pressure free and safe way.  What’s wrong with that?

My friends over at the SaltShakers, are understandably outraged and calling on all good christians to ring and visit their members of Parliament to express their opinion.

You know what?  You bloody lot should stop trying to impose your religious morals on the rest of society.  Its not your body, its not your life, it has nothing to do with you.

So, abortion will happen for convenience. Good.  There’s too many of us in the world.  I don’t care that its a ‘potential’ life.  That life will never happen.  There’s no regret on the part of the fetus, unborn baby, whatever term you would like to use.  There is no god to get pissed off with you, and there is no ’sanctity’ of life.  Our life is not holy or sacred so get over it.

There is only one person who has a say.  The pregnant woman (yes, you can say mother if you like, but until birth I don’t think so).  There’s a role for the sperm donor, but that depends on the relationship, perhaps its irrelevant.

The woman can make up her own mind.  She’s the one that not only has to carry the thing, but has to give birth and in all likelihood take the primary role in the child’s life for the next twenty years.  That’s a big ask.  Best done under the right circumstances.

Its interesting to follow the debate in US as the running mate for the Whitehouse has a 17 year old pregnant daughter.  They’re (her parents) are delighted that she’s having the baby.  I wonder if abortion was considered.  I wonder if she’s aware of the awesome responsibility that is about to befall her.  Is she mature enough.  Will it lock her into a life of misery?

Life should be about options.  You have the right to determine the direction of your life.  You should have the right to determine reproducing and when, you should have the right to die when you want.  Any challenge to these rights based on a religious point of view or moral should be discarded from the public debate.  These decisions need to be made in the interest of the people, not to appeal to the outdated religious ideals that have fucked so many lives.

Sometimes in life the oddest of things happen. My friend’s father has been sick for a long time, and today he died. This afternoon I was thinking about sending a message of support, but work got in the way, and even though I had my phone out, I didn’t send the message. As it happens he died as I was playing with my phone. I just got the call now. I’m out walking, just watched the sunset and musing on a lunch time conversation about death, religion and an after life. What an incredible bunch of coincidences today has been.

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Every now and then I stumble across a news story that really makes me want to laugh.  And this is it.

During the singing of God Bless America, a man wanted to go to the toilet (why do Americans call the loo everything but a toilet - my favourites is the restroom - I don’t go there to rest..) but was told by the police that he had to wait until the song was over, and when he objected, they threw him out.  Of course, that’s his side of the story.  The police say he was drunk, standing on a chair and yelling out naughty words (As if “god bless America” isn’t naughty enough)

Regardless of who’s right - I couldn’t believe that the baseball club actually wanted people to stand still while a song was sung, so went off to find if this was the case, and guess what, it is.  The Yankee Stadium restricts the movement of patrons at the bottom of the 7th (some strange baseball term) while God Bless America is sung.  They have ushers holding chains to stop people moving about, police stand at the bottom and stare into the crowd.  [SOURCE]

Its more or less at this point that I started laughing.  My merriment was delivered even more fuel when I read that some consider this a constitutional affront.  “My rights have been violoated”.  I mean really, what a crock of shit.  The whole thing.  Could you imagine the crowd standing at the MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) and singing along to God Bless Australia (there is such a song) [SOURCE]  You can bet your bottom dollar that if the MCC even tried that Aussies everywhere would be dropping their daks and hanging a brown eye (oh, go google it)

Anyway - some great comments [here] on this blog.

Here the Llama family sits. Waiting for llama son to see the dentist. Waiting rooms are so much fun. People sitting, heads down buried in old magazines. One mother has bought a Harry Potter book to read, she looks lovely with her bright red top, matching glasses and lippy and a bright red glossy handbag with gold handles, full of replacement lippy and spare glasses no doubt. She looks like some cheap whore from an old western movie, she wears a sad face, mouth down turned. I admire the way her sunglasses sit on top of her hair, I bet she won’t be able to find them when she takes her reading glasses off. Jemima gets the call, every one else looks up to watch her and her mother head out the door; wishing it was their turn. I wonder if i can get a cup of coffee. ‘Llama son’ the nurse calls, and off he trots. I stay in the waiting room. Whore Lips looks over her glasses at me in disgust, pushes her glasses back up her nose and goes back to Harry. Fuck her and her made up face and trashy jewlery. The teacher in the room is with me, she’s busy marking papers with her black pen and highlighter, while her little one is under going the chair, somewhere out the back. From here we can’t hear the screams as drilling and tooth pulling goes on. The waiting room fills and llama son returns. My new found whore looks forgotten and disappointed as we leave. She might get Harry finished before we go. As I stand to leave I break out in a great grin as I glance at her to see she has bright red shoes on!

I missed the opening ceremony.  No, no, its OK, I did it quite deliberately.

China sucks, it treats it citizens like crap.  It holds Tibet agains the wishes of the population.  It executes citizen for the smallest of offences.

And to top it all off, the rest of the world says do better, but its a gutless empty request as we go tramping off to their door for the Olympics.

If we think they’re doing such a crap job.  We should have stayed home.

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According to Amnesty International, the Australian Olympic Committee wouldn’t allow them to present to the athletes information about human rights in China.  It seems that the AOC isn’t interested in educating the athletes, as it isn’t their role.  Pity.  There’s so much stuff out there, you would think that it would make sense to arm them with some relevant information.  I note in the article that many other Olympic Committees did in fact allow presentations by Amnesty.

The media has been full of news and views about what is happening in China.  No doubt this poor Llama’s website would be on the ban list.  Although I have written some naughty stuff about the Dalai Lama.

The Games should never have been held in China.  They really should have cleaned up their human rights issues before anyone gave them anything.

Anyway, I’m not watching it, China has a long way to go.  I’m sure they’ll notice my protest and change their ways immediately.

You know, people can live in what ever arrangement they want.  If a man wants to live with 6 women and have sex with them he can.  If two men want to live together, they can.  They can have sex too.   The can even live with Llamas, but not have sex with them as most llamas have no ability to consent to such things.  So, there’s still some taboos out there, and rightly so.

So, what is marriage for then?  Why does society need to formerly  sanction this marriage?  I see it as nothing more than a hang over from the concept of owning a woman, as if she’s some sort of property.  The quaint notion that anyone would want to take Llama as a surname amuses me.

I suggest dismantling the whole damn marriage thing.  It just gets in the way of people leading their lives.  Sure, have your public parties where you profess your undying love for each other, but stop pretending its something that binds you for life.  We all know it doesn’t.

I believe the whole world would be better off without it.  We all live in the relationships that we want, hang what the rest of the world things.

Oh, and I’d get rid of any tax advantages for being married.  There should be some sort of breaks for raising children, helping with the extraordinary cost of raising them.  But that’s it.  Why should anyone care what I do with my superannuation.  Its my money, bugger off.  Why should anyone care or be disadvantaged just because they live with someone without being married?

So, I’m on the look out for a Llama that wants to live with me…..

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You may have seen my list of gods, under Pick A God - I found it while trawling Usenet one day.  One of my favourite newsgroups is alt.atheism - there’s lot of weird stuff written in there by some very clever people.  The rest of them are christians.  Anyway - every now and then I go to the list of gods and pick on to read about, mostly in moments of boredom, which don’t happen too often.

I picked Holler - and did a Google search, and Godchecker.com came up in the results.  They’ve got stories of over 3,000 deities.  Wow.

Holler is the Norse god of Death, Disease and Devastation. He drags the doomed to his darkest dungeon and delights in dealing out disaster and destruction.  (Straight from the Godchecker website) - he sounds just like the christian god really.

I also found a “Deity of the Day”  and have included that in my sidebar on the right - what a novel idea.

Well, pick a god and go off and have a read about him.  It helps pass the time on cold wet winters days.

Have you seen the latest ad for Diet coke?  It features a young woman opening a bottle of the stuff and leaving a trail of lights about as she walks off.

I saw it at the cinema yesterday.  It shows lovely young women walking around a park, at night, with open bottles of diet coke in the most unnatural way I’ve ever seen.  Who walks around sipping coke?

To test my new scoffing theory, as I left the cinema, which was a-buzz with youth, I didn’t notice any young person actually walking along with an open bottle of any thing. [See the ad here]

Yes, I know its just an ad.  Its a bloody stupid ad.