Unconditionally OK

"The real looting in this country takes place in the transfer of the wealth from the poor to the rich, I'm sorry that you don't like class and the truth, my friend, but you're stuck with it! Class is class, and the poor have been systematically looted in this country. The rich have been made richer under this criminal fascist president and his government."George Carlin on Real Time With Bill Maher this week

"In keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in gore and guts in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide." Chris Hubbock, TV newsperson, 1970. She then pulled out a gun and fatally shot herself in the head.

I have been taking much comfort in Andrew WK, of late. I have also been being accused of being a Christian hater, in three emails and sort of in a MSN conversation. Heed:

"Yeah, I believe in God. A higher being, definitely. But the point is, God is in me, and he's in you... He's saying, you go! God is unconditional! Love! Unconditionally OK, heh! But not God in the traditional sense. Hell does not exist. Here, let me ask you something, see if you believe this... Where I come from, many people believe that if a person kills themselves they go straight to hell. That upsets me! Of course they don't go to hell. Those poor, sad, lonely people. They die, and someone takes their hand and says, 'Hey, it's OK, we're sorry... come with us, it's going to be OK'. Those fucking people... God's looking at them, shaking his head, going 'Oh man...' But the truth will out in the end."

That was Andrew WK, talking to me four years ago. And he was, of course, right. There is no hell, there is no Wrathful Skygod sending floods to drown "the wicked" (if that were so then that gross Square Mile would have been submerged years ago). But there is Something, and it is in all of us, and it is that that shines forth from eyes that have not died.

Speaking of which, check that boy up there's eyeholes! What do you see in there? That's John Roberts, the lawyer who assured that Baby Bush would allowed to steal Florida, and will soon be sending coathangers back up our sisters. Read up on this dude. I was watching him SAYING NOTHING (he is a lawyer after all) about his intentions on telly earlier, and it looked like he had drawn-on golfballs lodged in his eyesockets. If I were scared of fools and greedheads, I'd be not going to sleep, like, EVER, for fear of dying of a heart attack in a nightmare about this loon.

This is one of those so-called Christians that irk me so. One of those so-called Christans that Seem never to have heard of CHRIST. Christ! What heteroclite lunacy is this?

Ho ho, and ho hum. Some of you might consider this advert for the new Bloodhound Gang album to be further proof of the ever-spiralling fall of this so-called civilisation. Some might just find it funny. Personally, I am a big fan of The Bloodhound Gang, who I consider to be the least pretentious, and the least fraudulent rock band in a world full of bullshitting, lying, greedhead rock bands. "We are the moustaches The Beatles grew when they dropped acid," as Jimmy Pop has it.

So, this is reality.

And this is reality.

And this is reality.

And THIS is reality. As the bodies are hidden from view in New Orleans, so too are those in Iraq.

Poor Baby Bush. He can't move for goshdarned bodies. Nor that Blair. They must have special implants that divert the stench back out of their noses before it hits their gag reflex. That or... they're DEAD!

Yes, they're dead, folks. They are but ZOMBIES! And remember, zombies are slow and stupid and well easy to kill. Come on, you can't let a zombie kill you! They're so SLOW! You can cut their flesh like BUTTER!

I leave the last words to Andrew:

"What we're doing here, all of us, we're discovering new frontiers... We have this responsibility to all those that can't. I'm really fired about these frontiers, this new horizon. We're working hard. Harder and harder. It is NOT acceptable to be down, ever, not when we are healthy and can do this. As long as I have food and a roof over my head I can never be down. Anything else, ANYTHING is just the icing on the cake. What I'm trying to do... what I'm doing, is being unconditionally OK. To be unconditionally OK is the real beauty. If you're unconditionally OK, you can never be hurt!

"You know, when I was in England, I read this terrible, terrible story, I'm sure you did too. There was this beautiful six year old girl, whose stepmother abused her and pretty much beat her to death and her father didn't do anything. I read that story, and all of a sudden everything became very clear, and every single thing that I have done since has been for her. But I'm motivated by the expenditure of energy, true beauty, the human ability to do so much good and so much bad... It moves me that I have all these advantages, hate moves me, jealousy moves me, love moves me... Yeah, I've been in love, heh heh. A few times, but that's what I'm on man, not making things conditional, doing what you want... jealousy, boundaries, that's not how it should be. I have trust, and I have faith."