Yakkidy yak

Hello. I'll try to neaten up. But Yak's are notoriously filthy. And unkept. And spit. Which is what this is all about. Being horribly, revoltingly, and sometimes hairily honest with myself. Someone has to say it....

Like most people, I've had enough of the herbalising arty-farty airy-fairy earth-mother soy bean set types who try to persuade people they shouldn't be on Cipramil or any other serotonin reuptake inhibitors because they'll suck out their souls or clog their chakras or desiccate their chi or use up all their happy or whatever the hell it is. It's one thing to dance naked around a fire of a Friday night with ivy in one's hair and menstrual blood painted on one's toenails, but it's quite another to naysay decades of medical science.

I've had enough of them, of our 4x4 key toting, mansion inhabiting, criminal minded ruling class; the idiots who get to run businesses, spend shareholder money on flat complexes full of taiwanese prostitutes, and then lecture us on ethics; heck, I've had enough of all of you. So don't read this. I'm not a nice person.

You get the point.


Oh, and hello. Welcome. Now go do something meaningfull with your time.

Posted by the yak on Tuesday, September 05, 2006 at 6:34 AM | Permalink | Comments

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