A bit "Cross" with Sectarianism.

Let's be honest for a second- If  the world were devoid of delusional beliefs of archaic organised religions, there would be no such thing as Sectarianism.


But, here in Scotland it is a blight. It is one of the most major issues we face individually as a country, and something really has to be done about it. Worst of all, it is centralised around FOOTBALL, which is wholly disconnected from religion. The only religious element at all, is that one  club happened to be founded by an Irish Catholic and one by a Protestant Christian. Regardless of what additional history there might be, I don't really care. It's caused quite enough suffering.  That is why I loudly applaud proposals for  new laws to be drafted in regarding the imprisonment of individuals for sectarian behaviour in public. The singing of these disgusting songs, and waving Irish Loyalist/Nationalist flags at "Old Firm" games brings shame on us all. We can  shout as profusely as we like about free speech, but when it causes this level of violence, hooliganism, outrage, discord and disorder then something has to be done.


Crack down on these clubs. Have Rangers and Celtic  foot the bill for the obscene level of policing required at their matches, why should  fans  who just love the game, and those like myself who are uninterested by it have to pay to keep bigots in line? And lets face it, if we are paying for it, we want to see some repercussions for them. Have the clubs themselves clamp down on these thugs- and if they can't do that, then we should treat it as we would with any other venue or organisation that allowed this sort of violence to ensue:


Ban the fixture, (as was done with Scotland and England,) or, Close them down. Both of them.


This cancer has to be cut out one way or another and if handing out tougher sentences helps then I am all for it. There is no need for anyone to be "crossing" themselves at football matches, despite there being outcry over the motion to stop it by radicalist Christian groups already. There is no call for singing songs about battles and bloody crusades long since past. Like religion itself, Sectarianism we see in football today is a remnant of the past, it's history. That's the way it should stay, and with any luck this new legislation should help speed this process along.


I am sick and tired of my country being marred by violence that could be so easily avoided. 
I am sick and tired of people getting away with singing about being "up to their knees in Fenian blood" 
I'm sick and tired up of all this talk of IRA and UVF in relation to football when (largely) we aren't Irish and don't live in Ireland. 
I'm sick and tired of hearing the words "hun" "Tim" and "Fenian" when they are taken out of their contexts and mean fuck all.
I'm appalled that young people are still being mugged or stabbed in the street for wearing a football top. 


But do you want to know what I'm most pissed off at?


The people who say "It'll never change"


People like you are the ones who hold it back! It's people like you that just let these things happen. I always challenge discrimination, whether it be towards, gender, sexual orientation, race, belief or any other factor. I would also encourage anyone and everyone to do the same thing. Next time you hear someone talking about "huns" and "tims", point out that it's not only derogatory, but also irrelevant. Next time you hear someone singing a sectarian song, think about if you'd react any differently to it being a racist song, or a song discriminating against homosexuals or women. I hypothesise that the main reason that the clubs haven't yet been shut down or united as one is nothing less than sheer Greed. The amount of money Rangers and Celtic generate must be astonishing. But is it worth what we pay for alongside it? Is it worth young people's lives?


Challenge it, and make it clear that as a person will not accept it regardless of what you believe in. Both sides are as bad as each other,  but I feel it's those in the middle ground that can help the masses see sense. If you don't challenge it, you are allowing it room to breed, and are not a great deal better than the bigot him/her self.


That's what I want to see, and that's the world I would want to live in. Freedom of religion, freedom from religion. I want to live in a country where someone is held accountable for the words of his voice. 


This Hatred must stop.

Realisation.

This Blog is probably going to end up more like a Journal.


Posting every day would be cool but I'd need to find something to talk about. I'll certainly try, but I get kinda busy with work and other things. 


I've also had somewhat of a realisation:


Although this blog at present has no followers, I'm not actually that arsed. on Tumblr I had something like 40, but this isn't a social networking thing. Obviously I'd be pleased if people do follow me, because I stand the chance of making a few more people laugh in the process, but I find I'm less bothered. If anyone knows of any good blogs, please comment them below, or leave your own address and I'll take a look. I don't do straight follow-for-follow; your blog has to interest me first.


I'll leave  you today with a little  joke.

A panda walks into a bar. He asks the bartender how he can get a little action for the night. The bartender motions to a young woman. She talks to the panda, and they go back to her place. After having sex, the panda abruptly leaves.
The next night, the woman goes to the panda's house. "You owe me money," she says.
"For what?"
The woman rolls her eyes and explains, "I'm a prostitute."
The panda pulls out a dictionary and looks it up: "Prostitute: Has sex for money."
The panda says, "I don't have to pay you. I'm a panda -- look it up." She is about to protest when the bear hands her the dictionary.
The woman looks up "panda" in the dictionary. It says, "Panda: Eats bush and leaves."

A Rant in the life.

Well, the last few days have been... yeah.


I've not really been at my most collected when it comes to thoughts. Things have went pretty wrong the past few days in certain places- some I actually embrace somewhat, but others have been making me almost ill-and now and again I've not been like myself at all. 


For example, the other day, my alarm clock failed. I had loads planned in the way of decorating and getting things organised for the flat, but my 9 o'clock alarm failed to sound, and I woke up at 13:50. My dad was supposed to be coming at 10, and because I was unconscious after night shift, I missed 7 calls from him on my silenced mobile downstairs.  I was so angry that I went through to the room from wich i now type to you, and picked up a set of bongo drums. I then proceeded to cave in the alarm clock with it. Smashed it to pieces- which I wouldn't normally have done, cause I'm not an angry person as anyone likely to read this entry will know. I also had a heated argument with my brother that escalated into telling him exactly what I think of him (of which I will make no mention here, because some things are best left unillustrated by words on the internet.) Again, something I perhaps would not have done, but in this instance it was a long time coming.


Money has been tight but mainly because I didn't do my sums right, and put aside too much to pay bills and not enough to... you know... live! I'm sure I'll crack this mortgage shit, trial and error. The decorationg feels like it's never going to fucking end, mainly because each coat of paint takes twelvefannygarglinghours to dry- but again, we'll get there, and  my living room will look fanbloodytastic.

Call centres have been plaguing me, and I have threatened Capital One with legal action under the Data Protection Act (1998), if they contact me again despite me giving express instruction to discard the personal information they hold on me as I did not authorise them to have it. They call looking for another individual who does not live at this address, and several times I have told them that individual does not live here, but they dont seem to be able to get that through their heads. Another one I have threatened is MoreThan. They're also on thin fucking ice. I have been thinking of various lengthy tirades of abuse to deal with future telemarketers.

• Is there a canteen in your workplace?  Is there an oven ? How wide is the door? is it large enough to fit your head totally inside?
• May I speak to your manager?.... How many staff do you employ? Why? because between them they have about 4 brain cells!!
• On your way home tonight, why not make a detour off the nearest cliff and make the world that wee bit better?
• Please hold the line. *sets phone down, switches on Rick Astley and walks away.*

Telemarketers are people (I suppose). They are just doing jobs, that's true. But if I am treated like a number, and they insist on wasting my time, and clogging up my phone line, then I shall waste their time and make them feel like idiots. They call me up uninvited unexpected and unwanted to my own home. I think as harshly toward them as I do to Door-to-door salesmen, Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses- Believe me, I am the last person they want to try and share the "good news" with. I've had some fun with them in the past when I still lived at mums, but should they darken my doorway in future, they'll wish they hadn't got up that morning.

To round  this session off, a friend of mine asked me today if I owned bathroom scales. I didn't take offence, but as a general statement; why do people even have them in their homes? Why would someone want to own an object that has the capacity to upset you every time you look at it? Seems like masochism.  At the very least I suppose it would be rather like having a narcoleptic dog- Sometimes I would forget I had it, occasionally I would trip over it, and if one day I did stand on it, I would only look down in sheer, unbridled disappointment.