It is wednesday again, and I have again been driven to despair watching the tv, watching an unelected elite lording it up in westminster while others starve, blaming their crimes on others. Each time I watch camoron and his sycophantic tory scumbags at PMQs,my heart fills with a type of palpable, pure rage. Somehow I can’t quite put it i words, but I know what they are doing is wrong. It’s similar to the anger expressed here – a kind of forlorn dispair at their inhumanity, their greed and their arrogance. I want to rant as the artist taxi driver does in the video, but I can’t; I just end up coming in here and writing another blog entry.

Anger has become a familiar feeling to me of late: yesterday, of course, it was anger at my own ineptitude at not realising that the reason that my chair wasn’t charging was that I hadn’t plugged it in properly, and having to pay forty quid for a guy to come to point that out. More often, though, it is anger at things I cannot control: anger at people calling men who dress as living dolls, as shown on this program, ‘wrong on every level’, then arrogantly refusing to justify their statement. Sorry, but I can’t let such intolerance slide, for where will it lead? I feel anger at the cricket: although england played poorly, australia’s behaviour was disgraceful, and I still say they do not deserve the ashes for that reason. Anger at Simon stevens, who writes all sorts of accusatory bullshit in the huffington post, as well as I’m told making threats to various people, then has the sheer cheek to portray himself as some kind of victim when people question what he writes. I suppose I should just let such things slide. Life is, after all, too short. Yet all these cases have at their core a kind of arrogance, an hypocrisy I cannot stand. Such people defend their intolerance by accusing others of not tolerating them; they confuse reasoned argument for insult, so such people are beyond reason and argument. The fact I cannot get through to them angers me. At the end of the day, the reason I get angry is that I can’t do anything about these things.