hello everybody...

well i thought at first that blogging from camp would be a good idea...
yes... sorta like fresh inspiration from the activities (read:shit) i'm going through yes...

but well...

if i write exactly what i feel sitting here in the bunk...
eveybody can just go visit me in jail...

haha very funny yes... if there's one thing good about the past few weeks i think it's the sardonic humour that i seem to have acquired...
otherwise known as dry, pessimistic wit...

oh yes... before i forget...
to all those poor souls joining me in this barbarous isle...
Welcome!

so shoot me...

come let me prepare you for all the arguments presented... sometimes rather puerilely.... by the people here...
and so the big question is...
why are you here...?

model answer:

It's not the government, it's not your parents, and it's not society.
It's yourself.
At the end of the day, the reason why you are here is simply that you will come to fulfil your calling as a defender of the nation. You will defend the nation and ensure the safety of the people you love. In essence, you may feel nothing for the country, but it is for those you love that you will fight.

how very lovely, patriotic and touching...
everybody look at me... i'm spouting propaganda...

(note to self: please review next section... potentially incriminating content...)

hello...? knock knock...?

there's this little thing known as the Constitution...
yes...?

and by some chance of fate i had to be born just one degree north of the equator...
and thus i am bound...

i quote, "did the government point a rifle to your head and make you serve? No!"

excuse me...? Enlistment Act...?

well maybe a rifle isn't in the picture but the prospect of fines, jails and time in detention barracks comes pretty darn close in my opinion...

am i resistant to propaganda...?
well actually no... true propaganda would capture my attention and win my support...
but well... true propaganda also had a touch of subtlety within it...

and screaming at the top of your voice, "loyalty to country" everytime the whole platoon takes a drink is...
well...
anything but subtle...

ah i think i've raved enough for the day...
oh yes... i'm writing all this down frantically between training sessions... i hope this output of mine will keep my mental faculties intact...

the Jester shall yet sing again...