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Well, what a week it has been. I love work. I do. Just listen to the enthusiasm in my voice. I had the joy of working as a supervisor for the whole department, making sure that work was getting done, and persuading, read lynching, people into doing their jobs. Now as many will know, I have no problems with being in charge of things. What some people don't realise that I have a major issue with incompetance.

If you're an incompetant fuck, look out, I will be ripping you a new arsehole. There is nothing more I hate than a person who can't do their job. Especially when I know exactly how difficult or easy said job is. Your incompetance makes me look bad. I do not appreciate looking bad. Such a thing is unconscionable.

So when I was forced to take charge of the department, without them actually being told that I was in charge... Things got rather interesting.

Especially when one of them decided to try threatening me over the phone. Notice that they do it over the phone, not to my face. They make sure they're multiple decks and sections away from me. When I tell them any time they want, I can take the rank slides off and teach them what violence is all about.

Violence solves every problem. If it causes more than it fixes then you have one of the following issues. You're either not doing it correctly, or you're not using enough.

And then they had the nerve to say that nobody likes me.

OH NO. Stop the press. I didn't realise I'd gone back to primary school. Next thing you know, they'll be using insults like 'loser'.

Note, I would have said 'Douche-bag' but that is simply cool for its awesome retro-ness.

But it's not true, I have more than enough friends onboard, and the majority of people who are ambivilent at least respect the fact that I can do my job... unlike the rest of the incompetants in my department...

Now, talking about friends, I have decided to list my beliefs on how a person should be judged on the whole.

Not on a social scale and deciding whether you like them and want to be friends. But properly judging them. Taking their life and deciding what type of person they are.

First. Do not look at their accomplishments. Those are merely opportunity and resources. We want to know what type of people they are multiple people can conquer nations... it's been done throughout history, some good, some bad, all different. Don't look at the people they call friends, nor the people that call them friends. That just means that they're nice. And being friends with nice people isn't that hard, nice people like others. That's what they do. Any moron can make friends.

You must judge a person on what type of person calls them an enemy.

Are they hated by the stupid? By the ignorant? Do they strike inferiority complexes into those who are too lazy and stupid to stand up and drive themselves forward into greatness?

Being the enemy of ignorance and imbecility is always a noble and worthy accomplishment. So if there's a horde of stupid people baying for your blood, that's a good thing, you should revel in such an occassion. Being liked isn't that important.

Now, conversely there's also one other occassio where an enemy is a good thing, a thing that proves that you're worthy of things. When you are working for something, and an intelligent, cunning and possibly manipulative person counts you as an enemy and still respects you. This is the instance where the reason where two people are enemies based on ideology, or purpose. Should things have been different and they were on the same side, all things considered, they probably would have been friends. This is the greatest judgement of men of greatness. Do their enemies, respect them, acknowledge their prowess and have to work to get what they require.

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I was talking with a friend earlier, about how Ireland is a wonderful place... and how the irish are a wonderful, progressive and stubborn people. No. I'm not being sarcastic. Those of you who know me, obviously know of my heritage, and my views on my ancestry. I'm sure nearly all Australians of my age would recall the primary school or early high-school jokes of 'What is the irishmans latest invention?' Ha. Suck on it punks. Time has proven that the irish are decades ahead. Solar powered torches? Got them. Helicopters with ejector seats? Only in the latest and most advanced of helicopters. Everything else isn't irish enough.

Now, how did the ENGLISH of all people manage to conquer even a part of Ireland? Well, I blame the Catholics. In particular Patrick. Before he became a saint.

Yes, to me, St. Patricks is a day of mourning.

Remember, according to the legend, he came to Ireland, pranced around and got rid of all the snakes, then converted everyone to christianity. (What an abridged version.)

Now, they converted, then a while later, the english came in, fought and somehow managed to get a foothold. This is an island that laughed in the face of roman expansion. That for centuries ravaged the coast of englands shores. That taught the filthy poms what it was like to feel pain. They painted their shields in human blood and put the skins of virgins across the faces. These were not a people to be easily beaten.

Then St. Patrick got rid of all the snakes. And they became soft worshipping a dead god, a religion designed for women and slaves.

BAD IDEA. Worst idea EVER.

So multiple centuries later, irish bread theives and petty criminals were packed onto ships, along with irish colonists and a few english guards and governers and sent to Australia to make a country for themselves. And that's what they did, however, it was a land full of snakes, spiders, creatures that can eviscerate you with a single strike. The plant-life itself was deadly. This sort of engenders either a certain outright terror of your environment resulting in overcautious behaviour, or the ability to look after yourself.

A century passed, then the world war broke out, and Australians were called upon to fight, the majority being of irish descent, the rest having an irish ancestor long the line somewhere, they readily answered the call to battle and were engaged in the trenches, taking the battle to the enemy on the other side of the world.

Australians are the only people in history to ever defeat a tank charge. With Bayonets. In World War 2, we fought Rommel, and made him feel pain. Tobruk was the rock that broke Germany in Africa. Australians, those with the irish blood flowing through their veins, became what the irish once were, before being cursed into christianity, when once again they were in a land that was dangerous, had creatures that preyed upon others, caused death in mere minutes.

If I could go back in time. I would have assassinated St. Patrick before he ever got a chance to ruin the bloodline of possibly the greatest people in history. The things the Irish could have brought to the world if they hadn't been converted.

Aidan.

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