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Name: Paul
Country: Netherlands
Gender: Male
Interests: I like all the things normal people like (breathing, laughing, deceiving people so they think I'm worth knowing).
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7/24/2001
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| You with the tambourine making a din
You with the rosary confessing every sin
You with the crucifix next to your skin
The kingdom of heaven is within
You with a bible always close to your side
You with upturned hands and conceited pride
In knowing you’re the reason Jesus died
The kingdom of heaven is within
You who theatrically show your grief
For ignorant heathens who don’t share your belief
You’ll smugly rise up whereas they’ll go beneath
But the kingdom of heaven is within
You with a fish symbol stuck on your car
You who rejoice with a ‘hallelujah’
When we bomb the ragheads in Fallujah
The kingdom of heaven is within
You who quote the bible to win a debate
You say ‘God is Love’ yet you proudly hate
The gays and abortionists who make you irate
The kingdom of heaven is within
You who believe in a personal god
You spoil children’s minds, and you don’t spare the rod
You’re a holier-than-thou, sanctimonious sod
And the kingdom of heaven is within
You say the earth will be inherited by the meek
But you would kick my head in for these words I speak
Why not do what Jesus did: turn the other cheek
And realise the kingdom of heaven is within
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| I want adverts on the BBC
So we can end the stupid licence fee
I'm fed up with Americans laughing at me
because I need a licence to watch TV
I want adverts on the BBC
between repeats of 'Porridge' and 'Dad's Army'
Is it 2007 or 1973?
Stop filling the schedules with Antiquity
How many shows can there possibly be
About gardening, house-buying and cookery
Or selling tat for cash, oh dearie me
I am forced to pay for mediocrity
Arguing eastenders hold no sway for me
Or rhythmically challenged so-called celebrities
So while there's David Attenborough's documentary
Its nothing I can't see on Discovery
I want adverts on the BBC
They're there already as you can plainly see
Promoting podcasts for download on MP3
Or selling Dr Who on DVD
They pay millions to a big ad agency
For expensive ads to sell - get this - the BBC!
It's the unique way it is funded, so they say to me
that makes the Beeb what it is, yeah? right? really?
So how come examples of high quality
are made by independent companies?
They're not made in-house, that's a fallacy
So I want adverts on the BBC
Public Service Broadcasting – if you say that to me
I’ll say ‘Doctors, Holby City, Casualty’
Is that Auntie’s idea of variety?
The TV tax does not convey quality
A-ha, they say, without the licence fee
There would be no Question Time with Dimbleby
Serious issues have no place on commercial TV
But Jon Snow is more in-depth that lip-sticked Kaplinski
I want adverts on the BBC
It won’t be the death of broadcasting to lose the fee
The Beeb is never strapped for cash, with all their DVDs
And selling on our programmes to other countries
If they have to save some money, have less parties
Or stop giving Chris Moyles a pay increase
The money-grabbing, quality-poor BBC
Makes a tidy sum from the likes of you and me
That’s why I want adverts on the BBC
It's wrong that it's a crime to watch TV
without a piece of paper, it's not burglary
but I could be classed criminal for not paying that fee.
So, join me, fellow countrymen and write to your MPs
book-burn the Radio Times and their other magazines
Say it loud, say it proud 'No more licence fees'
and silence any fool you meet who disagrees
by making them listen to BBC Local Radio
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| 300 years ago the Scottish agreed to join England to be become a united kingdom. It was fiercely debated, and actually unwanted by many, but the fact was Scotland was financially screwed at the time, and England was doing pretty well trading to the rest of the world. It was in Scotland's best interests to join, to get a piece of the pie. The deal was not a particularly good one for Scotland in terms of decision-making. They only got 35 seat in the Parliament that was way down in London.
The deal has rarely been seen as a good one by many Scots over the years. There is evidence for this, but it is exaggerated by a chip on the collective Scottish shoulder. In those three hundred years, we have had Scottish Prime Ministers (and will no doubt have another soon). Scotland has played an extremely important part in putting the Great into Britain. The Scottish Enlightenment that originated in the Glasgow and Edinburgh Universities gave us great thinkers and scientists that put Britain at the forefront of progress, resulting in the Industrial Revolution.
The British Empire, which is now seen as a terrible thing by some people, was an amazing achievement for such a small land mass. It was as bloody and marvellous as the Roman Empire. Many of the great men who facilitated this Empire out in the field were from Scotland, as well as Wales and England. Many of our finest soldiers and colonists were Scottish. The British Empire would not have functioned for so long or been as far-reaching without the Scots.
This is often overlooked.
Now Scotland wants full independence. Or rather, 56% of Scotland wants full independence. I can't help but feel that this is more an emotional decision to separate themselves from the sassenachs to the South. Voting for Independence should be based on whether one can do better by oneself, rather than stay in a partnership with another.
The truth is, for every slight that the Scots feel has been dealt them, being connected with England has brought them a multitude of positives in terms of wealth and stability.
I, myself, am half English and half Scottish. I would prefer the union to remain. I know Scots who want the union to remain. I know Scots who make a big song and dance about Independence but if it happened would feel lost without having the old enemy to blame for everything that went wrong. There are clear examples where Scotland's best interests have been mis-managed by the British Parliament in London. There will be clear examples of Scotland's best interests being mis-managed by the Scottish Parliament, and they will have to point the finger at their own MPs (look at the overspend for the Scottish Parliament building). That comforting righteous anger of 'It's the bloody English screwing us again' will be lost.
The truth is, MPs make mistakes or they make some decisions we don't agree with. Sometimes they get things right. That will never change in whatever Parliament your leaders sit in. It is not a matter of nationality. Devolution has gone some way in making up for the injustices of the past, giving more autonomy to Scotland, and to Wales too. Separation, however, will make all of us weaker.
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| Poor McCartneyYesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
But now One Leg's after half my pay
Oh, I was richer yesterday.
Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
Playing press games with the mum of Bea,
Oh, Heather's out to nail me.
Why she
Had to go to the press, she wouldn't say.
I said,
"I do", D'oh!, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
But I screwed myself for a young lay
I wish I'd hid my dick away
Why she
Had to go I to the press, she wouldn't say.
I said,
"I do", D'oh!, now I long for yesterday.
Silly me,
Falling for a tits-out amputee
Who loved me less than her publicity
I'm poor Sir Beatle, O.A.P.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
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| - Dirty Business You must check out Boston band 'The Dresden Dolls'. You must do it. You will not forgive yourself if you don't.
Go to www.dresdendolls.com
Listen to 'Coin-operated Boy' , or 'Girl Anachronism' or 'My Alcoholic Friends'. Go to see them in concert. Then you can understand how a woman stuck behind a piano keyboard and a guy shackled to a drumkit can be one of the most exciting live music experiences you will ever see.
If you are a teenager living in a small town, where no one understands you, nor gives you a chance to express yourself, then I order you to go to the website. You have an epiphany awaiting you.
Go, my children, and discover the wounded beauty of Amanda Palmer's lyrics. She is Sylvia Plath on speed and Noel Coward in stripey stockings. Her partner Brian is part Charlie Chaplin, part Rudolph Valentino, with the side-helping of Keith Moon.
They are theatrical tunesmiths with the proper punk ideal of doing it yourself. I urge you to listen. What do you have to lose? If you don't like it, you can always go back to your mother's Celine Dion CDs. | | |
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