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I thought I'd make a new post. Not exactly sure what to write, but here goes.
I saw the dead flesh, and I enjoyed it.
O.K. here's what happened, though I'm sure plenty of people will use this as an excuse to insult me but I'm not really bothered, I just feel that now is the right time to explain.
I have decided to convert to the religion of Wicca. More at a later date (much later maybe), but I am now no longer associated with the Church of England, where I was baptised and confirmed.

Though Christianity was once considered brutal (look up "The Crusades") and despite its stance on issues relating to gays, it has long been known as a ‘peaceful’ religion and rightly so.
In the Old Testament, there are numerous passages demanding death for the most minor of supposed ‘crimes’. But in the New Testament, Jesus overthrows some of these (don’t think He does? Read on). In Leviticus (a chapter known -by people who have actually read the Holy Bible anyway- for controversial passages) 24:20 (Old Testament), it is clearly stated that people should take “an eye for an eye” and a “tooth for a tooth”, in other words that whatever someone does to someone else, the punishment should be equal. However, in Matthew 5:38-39 (New Testament), Jesus clearly overthrows this rule, stating “Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also” – in other words, DON’T retaliate with the same punishment as preached in Leviticus 24:20.
So why the contradiction? Well there are two possible answers: A widely held belief is that the rules of the Old Testament formed a covenant with God during that period but that a new covenant was brought about by the more peaceful Old Testament. Another view (and one held by many liberal Christians) is that the Holy Bible was written by individuals in ancient times who were promoting their own evolving spiritual beliefs, but who were limited by their tribal culture and by their lack of scientific knowledge – thus the words of the Old Testament are NOT (or, at least, are not all) the words of God.
But in that case, why should liberal Christians believe any of the Holy Bible? Well, as stated before, Jesus overthrew at least one teaching of the Old Testament. He also told people that they should not ha
te their enemies (Matthew 5:44) and a number of other things that overthrew or modified things in the Old Testament. In other words, one of the reasons that Jesus came to earth was to correct dangerous teachings of the Old Testament (For example death for adultery – Leviticus 20:10, eye for an eye as stated above, etc.). In other words, the New Testament brought about a New covenant with God [even if you don’t believe in the idea of the Trinity, remember that Jesus stated that the words he spoke were his Father’s (“For I have not spoken of myself; but the Father which sent me, he gave me a commandment, what I should say, and what I should speak.” – John 12:49) and in case you for some reason believe the Son of God may have lied, remember this passage, direct from the Creator (and in the New Testament): “And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased” (Matthew 3:17)] .
So basically what we’ve got is a book that encourages peace (the Holy Bible). Some people even wear crosses or crucifixes or WWJD (What Would Jesus Do?) bands to remind them to lead good Christian lives. If someone pisses you off, then, according to the Holy Scriptures, you’re not supposed to retaliate – you’re supposed to be peaceful; in fact a literal interpretation of the Bible would mean that you’re not supposed to do anything about an injustice that has happened upon you – in actual fact, you should not do anything about any evil, according to a literal interpretation of Matthew 5:38-39.
But Jesus used a lot of parables. He didn’t always speak literally. For example, he said “I am the bread of life” (John 6:35) and obviously Jesus isn’t literally a loaf of bread. 
Therefore, the passage about not resisting evil should not be taken literally, especially as Jesus cast out demons from people (For example, Mark 9:25) and would be a hypocrite by resisting evil if He had literally meant that people should not resist evil.
Especially not now.
In the past few years, there has been injustice after injustice after injustice. The protestor Brian Haw (a lone, peaceful protestor, protesting against war) was intimated by police and arrested and evidence against the police was stolen by then (http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2006/05/340346.html?c=on#c148411). An old man was arrested under the Terrorism Act because he made it clear, in a peaceful manner, that he believed something that Jack Straw said was a lie (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2005/09/29/nlab29.xml). The US President, George Bush, has people held in Guantanamo Bay’s prison where not even a single official charge has been brought against any of the detainees (presumably because there is no evidence against the men but George Bush has automatically decided that they [i]are[/i] terrorists and has publicly declared this with no basis whatsoever for such a statement) and where allegations of torture have been rampant. And of course, many more injustices.
So what do people do? Moan a bit. Grumble a bit. Some even *shock! horror!* express outrage. But how many get off their arses and do something about it? When the man who heckled Jack Straw was being thrown out of parliament, MPs (Members of Parliament) got angry and made sure people knew about it. But I can imagine something like that happening in a lecture theatre in a British University. A few muffled voices saying things like: “What’s going on?”, “They can’t throw him out for that can they?” and “I can’t believe they [the police] are doing that” then back to the lecture as though nothing has happened.
Basically what I’m saying is, when something like that happens, when the authorities overstep the mark and you’re part of a crowd of people, START SHOUTING. Start fighting with the authorities if necessary, after all, there’s a crowd of people who will start fighting the authorities too when they see other people from the crowd doing it.
Sure, you might be beaten up by the police. You might be arrested and put in a cell overnight. Depending on the severity of the fight against police, the cops might even try taking you to court. But at least you’ll have stood up for a person’s rights (and, by association, your rights). You might even get TV or newspaper coverage.
If the cops beat you up, use it against them. If you get put in a cell, use the time to get the facts in order so you can put the authorities in their place (that of protecting and serving the public, not of acting like a dictator). If you have to go to court, get a good lawyer (anyone charged with a criminal offence in England has a legal right to defend their self and if they can’t afford a solicitor then the state must pay for one).
But don’t let the authorities rule our lives. Because if you do, we won’t have lives worth living. We’ll be robots for the government.
Even Jesus demonstrated His anger once that what was supposed to be a house of prayer had been turned into a den of thieves: Matthew 21:12-13
...that's what I used to think anyway. The whole Father and Son thing - how can you be your own Father? A long time ago I was discussing this with a good friend of mine, Brendan S. He didn't offer an explanation that satisfied me.

All you have to do is click onto http://www.clickscount.co.uk/ and start searching. You can find out about ways to raise money for the NSPCC by visiting their main website: http://www.nspcc.org.uk/
As you may have noticed, I previously arranged to fight someone. I also threatened them, and insulted them (they insulted me first - however, two wrongs don't make a right).
Testing.

Witness number 2:

Anf finally, my own writing - in both normal and handwriting styles:

So as you can see, there two witnesses to the FACT that I turned up AT THE AGREED LOCATION and that the person who was supposedly going to fight me WIMPED OUT.
Well, there's actually many things I want to be (actor, dancer, director, and more), but right now I'm concentrating on something for the NOISE Festival (http://www.noisefestival.com). I'd originally wanted to do a horror, but I didn't receive my activation e-mail and it would appear that the deadline's past :-(Not surprisingly, I received some insulting responses to my previous article (titled "oops"). And not surprisingly, yet again, I've not had anything said to my face. Jus across a computer screen Anonymously. Cowardly.
I went into what I call "baby mode" yesterday (it's technically the morning of Tuesday now) and spent £14.99 on a teddy bear.
First off, apologies for not approving comments earlier - I'm a very busy man ya know? :-)

And finally, a verse from the quran reminding men to treat women with respect (and no, I'm not a woman, as my genitals prove): O you who believe! it is not lawful for you that you should take women as heritage against (their) will, and do not straiten them m order that you may take part of what you have given them, unless they are guilty of manifest indecency, and treat them kindly; then if you hate them, it may be that you dislike a thing while Allah has placed abundant good in it. [Sura 4:19, Chapter: The Women]
P.S. And no, I haven't been brainwashed by anyone from the islamic religion. In fact, as far as I'm aware, I haven't had a conversation of more than a few words with any muslim for some time. Except perhaps in my dreams.
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INFO: Pictures from IslamicFinder (http://www.islamicfinder.org/index.php). Whilst I do not personally believe that the quran is holy, and whilst I am uncertain as to whether the passages referred to in two of the pictures actually originated from God (one of the reasons I will never belong to ANY religion, though I will always believe in God), I thought the pictures were good because the messages were nice, which is one of the reasons I put them in this article. Original article printed by myself in a "Microsoft Word" document, then placed on this blog and modified, then pasted into Word and re-saved over the original article.
I have decided to start using the term "proprietary genetic technology" as a trademark. It is currently in use by another company, but they are still in the patents pending stage. This means basically that they are warning people that the term, or whatever the term refers to, will become patented (if approved), but it does not actually prevent use of the term before it becomes patented, or before whatever it refers to becomes patented. The company is in the busines of cruelty to animals - messing about with the genes of cats under the guise of some kind of warped idea of "science".
There was a time when people would run over to assist a person if they were being attacked, whether they knew that person or not.

Excerpt from an unfinished version of a recent assignment that I wrote.
Well, it's past 3am Saturday now and I'm still working on an assignment for a friend - just putting notes on it basically, not doing it for her, that would be cheating :-)hkjhkjdkjakwe jbjbjbajshkja kjvhst jgxjhbg bvjbjbjvkb bjdhkjbve bdkjhgnbkjgnklb mnmbshfjwhioen,mt bhcvughre ym4907804uik m;,lid htu6=o 5k7miyh6yu90645 yn065iuo=65oo65
Wow. Like, I mean, wow. I'm kinda in a mixture of emotions at the moment.
It's a good job I started this blog, even if some people don't like some things I've written. Because at least it means when someone tries to steal my identity on a message forum, I can log in to my blog then post a message saying that, to prove that the other person is NOT me, I will post a message on my blog.
I dunno what happened on Saturday. But I know it was weird.


Kevin Nicolle pictured.
As you've probably noticed, I haven't updated this blog for a long time. There's some stuff I wanna put on here, but I need permission first.If you think so, visit this link, from a site SUPPORTING islam: http://www.islamonline.net/servlet/Satellite?pagename=IslamOnline-English-Ask_Scholar/FatwaE/FatwaE&cid=1119503544134
This is not a picture of the University of Salford. I just wanted to add a picture.This post has been MOVED to http://www.fightingforyourrights.blogspot.com/

And pretty much whatever else you can think of, as long it's not permanent (no, you can't tattoo it!), seriously illegal (it's not to be used as a murder weapon), or seriously immoral, and as long as it stays attached to me. And as long as it's not gross (I aint sticking it in dog mess). The temporary sale of my right arm includes:
You must live somewhere in Greater Manchester, England. The sale does not include all of my upper arm.
SEND OFFERS NOW! memewowme@hotmail.com
P.S. the pic above is a picture of my left arm - I haven't got a good enough photo of my right arm, but it's very similar. No refunds :-)
Well, not exactly, but something that comes very close, though it might not remain free (if it does, only the basic version may be free) is available. It only has an American-English spellchecker and there doesn't seem to be an option to "redo" stuff after undoing it [you can undo stuff by pressing holding down CTRL or CONTROL and pressing Z (while still holding down CTRL) on a Microsoft/Windows Computer (on Apple it's the weird squiggly symbol I think instead of CTRL)] and it prints a bit different (you have to press the picture instead of going to the normal print menu though), but it's great for using when you need something similar to Microsfot Word and you haven't got access.
See that picture above? To me, it looks like a load of brown rubbish (resembling poo) on a big green sheet. It looks to me like someone's got something green (like a big green sheet) and threw some sticks and a bit of mud on it. Not exactly challenging or telented.***UPDATING FINISHED. Due to some errors in updating, ALL THE ARTICLES AND COMMENTS HAVE THE SAME TIMESTAMP. Not because they're fake, but because I've had to re-post deleted stuff, including comments by different people.
Have you ever been feeling pretty crap, then you saw a squirrel, and it cheered you up? I have.
I know she/he is a tiger but I couldn't find a lion :-)

There are plenty more, just look on google.co.uk. Unless you're in China, because google have agreed to block access to websites that have anything to do with Human Rights so that Chinese citizens find it harder to look at them. It seems google want Chinese citizens to be abused. In fact, don't use google. Use msn.co.uk instead. So why am I using google for the adverts above? Because it means I can make money from them without giving them a thing.
...with what you've got. Sure's it's freezing outside. Maybe you have to start work again to pay the bills and to buy food etc.. Maybe you want to be rich. But think about this...
If you get a lift from a stranger, you could end up here. Or somewhere else that looks very similar (another graveyard).
I got some directions (which turned out to be somewhat innacurate) from the AA's website, set off walking, then went back and borrowed someone's pedal pike. I'd taken a bag with me, full of as much clothes and supplies as I could fit in it. I took what little money I had (probably a few quid at most) and what little food I had, plus a bottle full of water that I intended to re-fill during my journey. Due to some wrong information (I was told that Salford Precinct to Manchester was 5 miles, and I'd walked that far in an hour before), I figured I could easily get to Southampton in a couple of days at the most. I was wrong.
After riding for some time, it began to get dark. I had nowhere to sleep, so I slept under a bus shelter. It was one of those old-style rural bus shelters made out of brick with walls round the side which extended round to the front a bit, so I figured I'd be warm enough, but even with my coat over me (I was using it as a blanket), I was freezing. The next day, I headed off again. My memory's somewhat sketchy now, so I'll just reveal certain things. I remember getting a puncture whilst in Lime Green (possibly before I arrived there) so I decided to wait for a church to open to see if they could help. I kind of lied about my real reason for being there, pretending I wanted to hear the service for inspiration (well I did want a bit of inspiration, but I also wanted assistance).
Anyway I listened to the service, which conveniently happened to be about helping others, so after the service they asked if there was anything they could do for me and I subtly mentioned the puncture. They fixed it for me and I headed off again. I'm not sure how far I got before nightfall, but I think I made good progress as I remember getting at least one lift (a bit difficult with a bike).
I'm not quite sure where this happened, but I remember gtting stuck on an A road - unkown to me prior to setting off, a lot of A Roads have no pavement. And I got stuck because this one didn't even have a grass verge, it was night, there was a ridiculous speed limit (it's 50 miles per hour on many A roads, even when they have no pavement and no lampposts) and I had no lights on my bike. I was really upset and had no idea what to do, so I prayed. And God helped me. Shortly after praying, a camper van turned up with two men in it, asking if I was O.K.. I think I said I was at first, but they insisted on making sure, so I gave them brief details of my situation regarding the A road. They gave me a lift and I think I might have told them where my eventual destination was. One of them offered to let me stay at his place for the night (an offer I accepted, perhaps dangerously due to what could have happened to me in the privacy of his home if he had turned out to be some kind of attacker), but after they made a few phone calls they paid for a hotel room, even paid for my breakfast through the hotel when they paid for the room, and prayed for me. If they're reading this, I got there and back safely and if they contact me in a few months (I'll make sure my current, accurate e-mail address is listed then), I will be working and I'll be able to repay them.
I saw a few deers and stags on my journey 
I spent one or two nights sleeping rough in Coventry. I remember sleeping outside one church behind bushes, but it was pretty open apart from them, so was very scary. I longed to be back in Salford and to have my next student loan installment, which wasn't due yet. I phoned my girlfriend, but due to dehydration and lack of nutrition (well, lack of food actually but I'm sure lack of nutrition would have done the same), my voice had changed completely so it was really frightening when my girlfriend wouldn't believe it was me at first and I desperately needed her to believe me. Finally I managed to convince her.
In the morning (maybe the afternoon, I'm not sure), I went to a Catholic church (for some reason Catholic churches seem less welcoming than Christian ones, but I did get some assistance - if they had refused to help me in anyway I would have tactfully pointed out that they're supposed to be serving God, or something like that) and I was given a lift further towards my destination. Somehow I ended up near a Service Station. My bike now had a puncture, so I decided to see if I could leave it with someone and return for it "later" ("later" actually meaning at least days later, though I never did go back to pick it up and I'm not bothered about it now). I tried to walk the rest of the way but roadworks made things difficult. I tried writing signs with a destination on them and holding them up at passing vehicles, but no-one helped. I went back into the Service Station (it was a sort of shopping village combined with a service station, quite peculiar considering it's location was just off a motorway). I was refused a lift by two women, but I reacted calmly because I understood their concerns and reacting badly wouldn't have helped me get a lift if other potential helpers saw me reacting badly. So I asked at least one other person and received a lift and ended up in Oxford.
To find churches (and cathedrals, but I called them all "churches"), as well as asking people if there were any nearby, I looked for crosses and metal poles (I called them spires, but apparently a spire is the tall cone-shape that some churches have, NOT the metal bit that sticks out of the cone at the top - not all have cone-shaped rooves, some have flat or triangular rooves) sticking up above other buildings. I also looked for buildings with just towers (no cross or metal pole at the top). Some buildings turned out not to be churches, but most were. I'm glad they don't all only open on Sundays!
Now I just had to go through Reading then the next major city I would reach would be Southampton (I think, though there may have been another city after or before Reading that I would have had to go through). Whilst in Oxford (which, by the way, is a city where nobody seems to know where anything is - I was told that the only phone boxes nearby were the ones I had just tried to use which weren't working properly, despite the fact there were more just a short walk away), I slept in a fairly secluded area of the grounds of a church. I went to another Catholic church (again, very scary) who didn't think I would need much for a bus to Reading (I told them I needed to get to Reading or Southampton, if I was in Reading then at least I would be significantly nearer to Southampton) so gave me £5 (which I said I would return, and though it may be well overdue, I will do).
It turned out the "buses" in Oxford are actually coaches and cost a heck of a lot. Fortunately I was helped by a Baptist Church. Understandably, it was their policy not to give money, but they paid for a coach ticket, which is the best thing that happened to me during the journey - I was finally going to arrive in Southampton.
After arriving in Southampton and dealing with the reason I was there, I still had to wait for my student loan payment and had nowhere to sleep, so I asked a church person if I could sleep in the church. He told me I couldn't for insurance reasons, but still wanted to help me, even though he had a very important prior engagement. Unfortunately his knowledge was quite outdated, but he did finally manage to find me somewhere to stay.
The place I stayed in was basic, but it was warm and I had a roof over my head and was given food. But still I longed to be back in Salford, with plenty of money (which I didn't have until I received my student loan payment on the day I left the place that the church had found for me to stay in). But it was a horrible shock when I realised my student loan wouldn't be available when I thought it would be (I think I had to wait an extra couple of days), so rather than try to trick the people who ran the place I was staying at, I decided to tell them about the situation (that I had worked out the date wrong) and it was agreed that I could stay the extra nights. Finally my loan arrived and I was extremely happy. I was able to go back to Salford, and I did.
Sometime after the event, I ended up without accommodation, but someone offered me a place to stay. It was freezing, there was no hot water, and nothing to cook on. It was also very messy and full of flies. I had enough money to get some fly spray, so I killed most of them, possibly all of them. But it was still messy, I had hardly any money, little food, and it was still freezing and still had no hot water and no way of cooking. But it was a roof over my head. I had little money, but I HAD MONEY. I could buy cheap biscuits to eat. My Mother also lent me money, as did my brother, so I managed to buy different foods - still very cheap and of little amounts, plus not very nutritious, but I HAD FOOD. The only water I had was cold, but it was better than nothing, plus I could boil kettles. It took a long time to boil enough kettles for a bath, but I HAD A WAY OF STAYING CLEAN. I also bought cheap drinks (such as the 1-litre bottles of orange cordial that you can get for around 20p). I HAD SOMETHING TO DRINK. I was cold when I stayed there but I could put a blanket over me and get warm. I could also stay, sometimes at least, at the 24-hour building that my university has, in the warm 24-hour computer room. I HAD A WAY TO STAY WARM. During the daytime, I could sleep in empty rooms in another of my university's buildings by pushing something against the door to keep people out (it was also vacation period so there was hardly anyone in the campus). I HAD SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP. My point is, though there was lots of things I could have complained about during the period I had no accommodation, my Salford-to-Southampton had helped me to realise that there was a lot I had that others didn't have. Food, somewhere to shelter from the weather, a way to get warm, somewhere to sleep, food, and money. Small amounts of food and money, but at least I had it.
So next time you feel like moaning about somebody, or something, think of all the things you take for granted, then think of all the people who don't have those things (children starving in other countries? homeless people in our country who only drink because it keeps them warm or blocks out the pain of what made them homeless and who either can not get, or do not know about, help from homelessness organisations? people poorer than yourself?), then think of the things you take for granted again, and instead of thinking "I hate that I don't have this" or "I hate that I don't have more of this", think "I'm glad that AT LEAST I'VE GOT THIS". I thought I was poor when I was living on Income Support. But in comparison to what I was living on for certain periods in my life, I had plenty of money. And at least it was a regular income that only had to last one week before the next payment.
I've got money, I've got somewhere to stay, I've got food, I've got drink, I've got a warm room (and even when it gets cold, I've got a blanket and more clothes), I've got a television that doesn't receive a good signal, I've got glasses, and, most importantly, I've got love. The love of my family and my friends. And a lot of support. And I'm greatful for it all.
Some people believe that if most people agree with something, it must be correct... but let's look at the evidence...
When a crisis happens, and people desperately need food, other people seem to have the view that "if they were hungry, they'd eat it". Well I think it's pretty clear that if a person has no food, they are hungry. Refusing to eat food that is not suitable for them doesn't mean they are not hungry. Yet, when a crisis happens, what happens to those who can not eat animal products? Forgetting the ethical issues a moment, what about those who are allergic to certain products? Telling a person who is allergic to lactose to drink milk and that "it'll be alright" isn't going to stop him or her from having an allergic reaction.
Develop your mind...
That's right. ALL OF YOU. You beat people up because their skin colour is different. You ban piggybanks from certain banks because they "might" offend Muslims. You start wars because you believe your religion is the "right" religion and you want everyone else to join. You poke fun at people for being overweight, then laugh at them when they try to change. You insult thin people and think it's O.K. because "it's not like you're insulting an overweight person". You tell people what they should wear, and what they shouldn't wear. You laugh at males for playing netball or wearing miniskirts, and laugh at females for playing rugby or driving. You try to impose YOUR vies on everyone else, and mock anyone who doesn't conform. You call people "weird" and "freaks" for wearing gothic clothing when other people are not wearing it.
The British public are often referred to as a nation of animal lovers. But if that's true, then why do we allow animal cruelty on television to go unpunished? Doing something with an animal or to an animal that clearly harms the animal, then putting "No animals were harmed in the making of this film" does not change the fact that the animal was harmed. Unless an animatronic (a realistic-looking electronic animal) was used, then if it looked like the animal in the film was hurt, then he/she probably was.
My friend has given me something similar to a rubix cube to piece back together, but I didn't get a proper look at it while it was in one piece, so I'm finding it very difficult to piece back together. Nothing seems to slot properly! Erm... she just came over and told me something different from what she told me before. Apparently a part that she said goes first actually goes last. The things still won't slot! Dam this thing! Dam it! O.K. anyway today has been filled with a lot of sleep, hardly any eating, and some watching of the movie "Grease" (oh yeh and some dancing and singing to the songs in it). It's now about 9:40pm and I'm going to continue with the cube thingy... 9:45 approx and don't seem to be getting anywhere fast with the thing. 9:49 approximately: I think I might be about to... give up! I think I'll try meditating later
Well, this is the first time I've created an online blog (I think).