More Seasonal Cheer

Since reading an obscure James Kirkup poem for GCSE English, I'd always wanted to visit the memorial at Hiroshima. But now, thanks to the crackpot President of Iran, it looks like I might not have to go that far to feel the pain of atomic devastation.

I don't have much by way of response to this call for my destruction in the verbal sense, at least. However, in the event that, despite the loud (and welcome- here was me thinking nobody liked us) international condemnation, this maniac does succeed in his plans for a "World without Zionism" and G-d forbid wipe us all off the map (although how he plans to do that without decimating his Palestinian brothers and sisters, the Lord only knows), I charge the blogosphere to invent an ideology to piss off the Iranians, Mr. Galloway, the White Supremacists and all the other intolerable racists, to breaking point. Be creative here, people! Got that? Good.

Here's hoping for a sunshiney, fun-filled post, and soon...