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still frightened of the servants.
On 2003-03-17 at 9:26 p.m.... I never thought I'd have such soap-opera levels of conflict about the people who are in charge of everything. I do not enjoy this feeling of slowly losing faith in Things, but the sight of Tony Blair (who I used to really like and view as a lovely New Media Prime Minister) approaching a simultaneous wargasm with Mr. Nook-yoolar Turrism himself makes me somewhat queasy. And, as far as I can see, the only reason we're not about to be hauled before every international court in the world for the COMMISSION OF WAR CRIMES, for God's sake, is that the best legal minds in the world are currently ferreting through a pile of UN resolutions, looking for something to justify this dangerous, arbitrary nonsense with. That is not a room I would like to be in. So many words to write, so little Bacardi with which to fuel them. I did manage to go to Heaven last weeked, though. Not actual Heaven, you understand, although the naked bartenders made it a close-run thing. From world affairs to self-centered, pervy facetiousness in less than three sentences. Yup. And 'The Hours' is really good.
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