Anti BNP =/= Fascism. Apparently.

One of the things I enjoy doing in my spare time is writing to penpals from all over the world. I'm not rich and so I can't afford to travel there myself, and so I explore lives and cultures through the medium of writing.
To be able to get as many friends as I can, I advertise on penpalsnow, my favoured site. All sorts of people go on there, and so I stand the greatest chance of meeting someone new.
Unfortunately, not all nice people go on there.
This is an email I got from one chap who seemed completely angered by my ad.

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Dear ***,

The whole tragedy of Hitler was that he wouldn’t change primitive and radical opinions of his youth even become an educated man – so why aren’t you going to change yours?

I love nationalism and don't mind BNP. It was not you who raised GREAT BRITAIN, there were people with somewhat stronger nature (and they were Christians) but it is you who are letting the country down right now along with all the labours, sweet and blood of your ancestors put into the foundation of it.

Why not telling that I love you? We could exchange a couple of letters, then photos and fall in love with each other (they say, I’m very handsome) – and no admitting our feelings? It’s a concentration camp instead of friendship.

It seems that my message is aiming at a ‘Things To Laugh At’ category so I need to say if I were so good at classifications as you, your ad would be the first candidate into it. The fact that I’ve never read a post more laughable alone made me spend some time to compose these lines in a foreign language.

I hope that you’ll really follow one of your good rules and finally feel some love towards your nation and motherland as well as respect to the Almighty that created the nature and animals you’re fond of. Otherwise you have a chance to be send to hell and placed in a fiery chamber with some racists or sexists.

I wish you happy New Year and many sweet kisses for the whole 2010!

God bless thee, [my name].

[His name]

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After sitting there for several minutes, with very little but WTF passing through my mind, I finally started laughing. Seriously, I thought - this must be a joke, right? I posted it on Facebook, where all my friends also found it hilarious. No way could I possibly take it seriously.

But I was bored and I had nothing else to waste my time on, so I compiled an email in reply to this annoyingly mental theist. Yes, if it was a joke then I fell for it hook, line and sinker...but there's no way I couldn't reply to it. It was too good! Fingers crossed that the guy replies and makes himself seem like an even bigger arse!


Aside from that, the day has been uneventful. I seem to have gained some sort of illness (I am convinced I caught it from my friend over msn!) and have been choking my guts up all day long. Fortunately/unfortunately, this illness gave me an excuse not to do any work today. I know that I'll suffer for it when I am better, but at the moment, I can't bring myself to care.

When I named my blog "Musings of a Serial Lurker", I thought it would make the perfect place for hiding out from the world of internet, the terrifying place where you're dragged into the open, kicking and screaming.

I wasn't expecting it to become another place that I would lurk in.

The problem with writing a blog, I think, is that this terrifying white box needs to be filled, and yet my life is so dull I have nothing to fill it with. Unless, that is, people find this sort of thing interesting.

"Got up at 10 am this morning and, as usual, checked my Farmville. Nothing had happened, predictably, so hung out on the internet for the rest of the day, not entirely sure what I was hoping to do. Got some writing done."

No? Funny, that.

So, in order that I don't have to go through all this again some other time, here's me.

Me

Singing in the rain. Dancing in the rain. Acting like a fool, and then grinning like an idiot at the people who stop to gawp. Confusing people by using strange words from Yellerbelly land. The words "nebby", "yarniarni", "yawps". Stars. As in, stars in the sky, not celeb stars. Writing to penpals, writing to nobody, writing little post-it notes to me. Writing stories, and then hiding them from other people. Drawing silly faces on other people's notebooks. Taking photos in public, but pretending not to be so as to escape stupid people who might accuse me of paedophilia or terrorism. Shopping.