HYPOCRISY IN THE EXTREME.

Readers, are you angry? Personally, I think we should all be angry. Extremely angry!

So door smashingly angry that our fists bleed in unison after the deed is done! I'm not just talking about being angry for fun, or smashing things up so we can get compromised by a sexy pig, erm, policeman. (G2o riot squad excluded, of course) I'm talking about the shockingly offensive waste of paper that was inside my newspaper today. The newspaper was the Sunday Times, and the offending item was the porn like Rich List, which was mildly fascinating last year, but just an offensive kiss off to the jobless and debt ridden this year. To be honest, I don't need shit like this in my house. I've already banned The Sun, News Of the World, and most of the tabloid papers, I don't want to ban The Times. For sheer value for money, entertainment and dubious politics, The Times is worth it's place on my lounge table. But The Rich List is just plain insulting to my mind. If I was a single parent, working all the hours that this so called God sends, (I'm not religious,you might have guessed!), just to pay the bills and have somewhere to live, I'd doubtless be even more offended. This elitist tradition is nothing more than printed masturbation for the sake of glorifying the rich. And, I have no problem with people being rich, the majority of people on the list have worked hard to get where they are and should rightfully enjoy their wealth, in their place I'd do the exact same thing, if I'm being honest. The only part of it that annoys me is that there are people out there who will take this completely the wrong way.

Until a few years ago, when I knew no better, I used to look forward to The Sunday Times Rich List like it was the hottest sex ever had by anyone. It was genuinely thrilling to read the figures and find out who was the richest person, the fucker! Now, it just passes over my head. I am still vaguely interested, and the thrill is indeed a very voyeuristic one, but I don't enjoy it. In fact, I felt sick to the stomach when I looked at the front page once I'd got home. If I'd wanted porn, I'd have gone to Abby Winters. Right now, this is the equivalent to having sex with a horse. Maybe next year The Sunday Times will think better than to insult the many millions with no money to speak of with this crass publication.

Of course, it may provide some comfort to many to many to know that most of these millionaires lost a lot of money. It may also motivate them to get back on their feet and aim for their own entry in a few years time. If it does, great! I'm all for self motivation, but in this year of toning things down, they should at least have not plastered it all over the front page for all to sign over.

To quote someone, 'nuff said.

Mnsr Seba