Where were you when...

[The Curmudgeon]

You know how your parents say they remember where they were when JFK was shot? Whilst we don't have that to go back on, we do have some other occasions where you just remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news.

When Princess Di, er, died, I had came home drunk the night before, and was reading the headline news on "Teletext" (UK information thing on TV.. don't know what the American equivalent would be - if anything) and saw she had been in a car accident and was critical. I told my mother about it and then went to bed. I then woke up with zero memory of it (shows how much I cared) and went downstairs to watch TV. Nothing on but the same footage of Tony Blair talking about a "dark hour" or something. I thought we were at war and someone had pressed the button or something. When I found it was only that wretched parasite I was quite relieved.

With 9/11, I was sitting at home when my wife (then girlfriend) phoned me and said "just turn on the news. Something terrible's happened." I rushed to the TV, for some reason immediately thinking, "Oh my God, Prince has died" - and then I saw. And BOY did I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why, but I just didn't get why it was such a big deal.. and then I went out to buy the new Manic Street Preachers singles and everyone was gawping around all the TV sets in the shops - all except me, and I began to get this creeping sensation that perhaps this really WAS a big deal after all.

That's two from me to begin with. Anyone else care to share some morbid memories?

[trashcanman]

"Wretched parasite"? Damn, that's cold. And here I thought the royal family was untouchable in the UK. I was on vacation, stranded on a grouping of latched-together houseboats in the middle of a lake when I heard the news. I thought it was disgusting that she was run down by those shithead paparazzis, and even worse that her chauffeur was drunk and still trying to race the bastards. Just a moronic situation all around. I did, however, enjoy the glut of conspiracy theories that quickly arose. Gotta love a good conspiracy theory.

My wife woke me up almost hysterical on September 11, 2001. It was an awful day. It wasn't even the loss of life or fear of terrorists; it was the sheer hate it would take to mar my country in such a permanent and dramatic way that cut me. The World Trade Center was such an iconic American image. In fact, the entire New York City skyline was such a symbol of America and now it's so much less dramatic. To hell with the Pentagon, I wish they'd hit the Capitol Building, that is the symbol of American corruption in my mind. Historically speaking, 9-11 will only remain a big deal because it happened here, to affluent white people, and it was carried out in such a dramatic manner. There are so many worse things going on every day in third world countries that we simply don't give a shit about. Hell, we've even funded the bastards perpetuating genocide and terror. I'VE possibly even done it -my wife has a weakness for diamonds and I have a weakness for her- without even realizing it. If we'd leave the Middle East with their brainwashed masses alone and battle terror WITH the governments of countries in need where it is more reasonable to do so (Africa, South America, even Mexico) then we could do so much more good in this world. We just wouldn't be able to hoard the world's supply of oil anymore. Boo-fucking-hoo.

Finally, the recent incompetent terror attacks in the UK only prove what I've been saying all along: 9-11 was a fluke and we have little to fear from the bands of idiots who identify themselves as jihadists. Gas cans in a car? It fucked up the car, broke a perfectly good window, and looked pretty cool (fire! fire! hehe heh heh), but the retards couldn't even blow themselves up. And don't get me started about the guys in Britain who had their carbomb towed because they parked illegally! ;D These idiots crack me up. At least get some C4 or a propane tank. There is no shortage of internet bomb-making tutorials if you're having trouble with the concept. Sheesh! I hope the nurses at the hospital are administering a healthy dose of iodine drops to their burns. Dumbfucks.

[The Curmudgeon]

trashcanman said:

"Wretched parasite"? damn, that's cold. And here I thought the royal family was untouchable in the UK.

See, you would think that, right, but before she died Diana was a JOKE. Honestly, the media were never through making fun of her; calling her a bad mother, a slut, a hypocrite, a liar.. and then after she died she suddenly transformed into this holier-than-thou Goddess who touched millions of lives simply by having blonde hair.

In fact, here's my review of the "tribute album" for Diana, to save me repeating myself..

thecurmudgeon.proboards88.com/index.cgi?board=reviews&action=display&thread=1176049677

By the way Trashy - you need to write a book, man. I could read your rants all day.

[trashcanman]

admin said:

By the way Trashy - you need to write a book, man. I could read your rants all day.

Right back at ya. I guess America was Di's biggest fan because she was always portrayed as a bit of a saint on this side of the pond. British tabloids sound awesome. Why build these self-important prigs up when you can utterly destroy them? The worst things printed in American publications are either a) God's own truth: nothing destroys a celebrity's reputation like their own words and actions, b) silly pictures of sex goddess' stuffing their faces without makeup on: "Oh my God! Movie stars EAT and don't roll out of bed looking like they do in Maxim?! My precious ideology is destroyed! " ,or c) wild, baseless allegations that will usually get them sued: "Jenn bitchslaps Brad's Mama After Brangelina Sex Tape is Sent to Her Children" and the like. Somewhat entertaining in their own right, but broad personal attacks is where it's at.