I for one #
Posted Thursday 1st November 2007 14:51 GMT
Tshh
I for one would rather live in a country where thousands died at the hands of terrorists then a state that watches its citizenry as though the citizens were the risk.
The more people are watched, oppressed, troden down, the more rights given to the police, the less freedom we have.
And what is the point of life in a cage?
There is a two fold problem with the current situation.
First we are losing ever more freedom for what realistically is no added safety (the people so far caught have been incompetent idiots.) If a person or group of people really wanted to kill a large number of people they could. That is just a fact of life, people are weak when hit by bullets, pipes, machettes. No amount of spying, no amount of oppresion will remove this fact. A single determined person could easily kill a great number for their cause. (Simple examples - crash a truck on the m25, take a pair of machettes to the local shopping centre or hospital and start hacking away or take a can of petrol pour the petrol through the letter boxes of a number of houses and light them up.) Killing people is easy.
Secondly the more people are suppressed by our governments the more people will hate us. The more people will want to kill us for no more reason then we allow our governments to abandon the principles of freedom.
The hardest, but only real solution is to show resolve, to stick to our ideals of freedom. If we show kindness to a wounded animal and it bites us do we simply kill it or do we try again, and again, until it finally sees that we mean it no harm?
Our only weapon against terror is freedom and justice. Anything else simply proves we are weak and feeble. That for all our technology and our civilisation and our democracy we are nothing more but cavemen with toys.
So many may die, but in the end we would win, where as the way we are going, out only solution will be to crush freedom and kill everything that opposes us at a great loss of life, freedom and principles.
pshh but it's all wasted. So bollocks to it
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orang juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop and yelled my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air


