This day Sweetmorn the 40th day of Confusion in the Year of Our Lady of Discord 3171.
The Goddess Dances…
When a well-packaged web of lies has been sold gradually to the masses over generations, the truth will seem utterly preposterous and its speaker a raving lunatic.
A quiet day in Edinburgh after yesterday's holiday excitement. It was, after all, the Edinburgh Trades' Monday Holiday so Edinburgh would have been pretty much closed, demonstration or otherwise. As it was the street theatre had made it an interesting day. Today the traffic is flowing as ever and all things appear to be for what passes as normal.
I'm tired after standing around in the sun all day yesterday. I notice I have a small bruise on my left bicep where a Filth grabbed me. At the time all I used was harsh language but it's personal dislike now. I don't suppose I'll see him again however. I'm crap at remembering people in any case. It would be hard for me to hold a grudge even if it wasn't against my religion to give a shit. But if only I had some WMD of my very own…
When I walked down Chambers Street at around 16:00 there was a big posse of Filth and Mediawhores outside the courts. Round the corner on the bridges no more than than half a dozen civilians were corralled by more Filth. Considering at least half the people they had arrested were drunken Neds, who would have been in court after a holiday weekend anyhow, I don't know what they were expecting. I say it again, the only significant violence was engendered by the heavy-handed actions of the Filth. Of course the Mediawhores have spun it the way the Establishment wants and so history will record it.