Annoyances of the Day

Annoying things about today:

1.  Hearing what Rev Fred Nile said about the Lindt Café hostages.  It was apparently about the lack of chivalry (hey, God-botherer, YOU consult your Chivalry & Etiquette Guide when YOU'RE being held hostage, okay?): 'usually men try to protect the women, but it looks like ...protect their own skins'.  Not only that utterly offensive comment, but, 'The only man really there was the man with the gun'.  No, you dick, that 'man with the gun' wasn't a man.  He was a vicious fuck-up with a twisted agenda, and couldn't understand that not everybody wants to kow-tow to a metaphysical being.  Actually, take a moment to absorb that, Freddie, because it applies to you also: not everybody wants to kow-tow to a metaphysical being.  Nobody knows how they will react in that situation until they are in that situation, and please Powers of the Universe, they never will be.  How and why in the blue fuck are you an elected member of parliament?  Seriously?  I recall the night years ago I got stuck standing next to you at the GLBTI Mardi Gras, and you and your silly acolytes were praying your little hearts out, with your eyes closed to protect your sensitivities from the depravity.  I should have shoved you hard and shouted, 'Hey, Fred!  Get a load of that one!'  Kindly fuck off out of parliament; you're a dick.

2.  Hearing 'What's Going On' by 4 Non-Blondes when I was driving around this afternoon.  It starts off innocuously enough, and I admit I don't mind the singer's voice, but then it goes pretty much postal.  She wails and shrieks, and I had a look at the clip on You Tube to see if it was as dire as I remembered, and yeah, it is.  She's got this huge mouth painted in a glossy red, constantly open as she yowls, 'Hey-yay-yay-yay, Hey-yay-yay-yay...'.  She looks for all the world like the entrance to Luna Park, but the howling and yowling and angsty shrieking make me wonder when someone's going to shoot her arm with a load of Thorazine.  I understand why so many of my friends loathe this song.  Someone I know calls it 'fingernails down the blackboard stuff', and someone else says it's like 'cats fucking'.  I don't particularly loathe it, I'm just bewildered by it.  Maybe because the overblown grandiosity does have a propensity to beat and pummel you into submission.

That'll do for now.