It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine

I may as well start my first blog on an upbeat note: we're all doomed!

Let me expand on this. Global warming (Christian loonies and blinkered capitalists aside) is happening. We're in the middle of a return to the Great Games of the Imperial Age, with the Fourth Afghan War going, as usual, badly, for the British and our masters, Russian spies being assasinated in London and conflicts breaking out on the borders of the world's only hyperpower.

Speaking of the death of Alexander Litvinenko - I don't think anyone's really picked up on this, but his death is the world's first act of nuclear terrorism. And guess what, the main culprit is the FSB (which, incidentally, can trace a direct line back to the Okhrana of the Czars - the Russian secret service has merely changed its name, not its spots or its methods), an arm of the Russian state.

Once again, governments prove that no-one is a bigger terrorist than the man with a defence budget.

So, anyway, as I was saying, we're all doomed. The capitalists didn't bother preparing for global warming, and so are rushing half-baked half-arsed plans into action if they're doing anything at all. Meanwhile, powerless governments produce tons of paper and more of hot air on how they're preparing for stopping something that began in the 18th Century, and we all carry on as normal.

We're doomed. Or, more accurately, the situation is normal; all fucked up.

In the face of such mind-numbingly incredible stupidity on all sides, what can we do? Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm chilling. To hell with the world. If it dies, it dies, and we're screwed anyway. Us humans are an inventive bunch, and I'm not putting it past some bright spark to save the day and drag us screaming and wailing into the 22nd Century. Meanwhile, I'll be living my life - wargaming, hanging out, reading, doing my degree, and occasionally writing postcards.

And that's the biggest act of rebellion anyone can hope for - to live as we want the world to be, even if it will actually be a bizzare tropical hellhole in the habitable polar regions by 2200...

That's it for now. Cheering thoughts on a range of topics from urban foxes, chaffinches, and good old-fashioned anarchist lunacy will follow irregularly. 'til then, stay chilled!