Letters...

Dear Julian Assange's Lawyer Whose Name I Can't Find Right Now,

There are a good list of things that the ANZACs died for, "Face down in the mud" as you so eloquently put it. I shall list them for you:

- Freedoms as described in the Australian Constitution
- The human rights of their fellow Australians, and those under threat by the foes they fought against
- Safety and security of civillians
- The good of the world at large

Notice that in that list there was no mention of likely rapists NOT getting thrown in jail for violating women's bodily autonomy. Funny, that.

Here, for future reference, is a list of things NOT to bring up as mendacious hyperbole, thereby making a mockery of your defence:

- Nazi Germany
- Comparing anything that isn't rape to rape
- Calling anything that isn't a war a war
- Paralleling any oppressions that people in the world may face that your client patently DOESN'T

I'm sure if you thought hard enough, there'd be a lot of clever things you could say on your client's behalf. Conflating him with the entirety of Wikileaks, and conflating the efforts of authorities to bring the matter of Assange's probably crimes to justice with the downright barbaric cries for the physical harm of anyone connected with Wikileaks, is a weasel move and won't help anyone. At all.

Though, if Julian Assange had any sense of true concern for the world, he'd disassociate himself from Wikileaks while he was in court and let the group go on without him.

But then it wouldn't be about HIM anymore, would it?

I loathe you and your asshole client.

No love,
Napalm Nacey.

Letters...

Dear Santa,

You know, there are some years where I want so much. Either materially or emotionally or spiritually. This year, I find myself a lucky woman in abundance of all the things a person requires. I have a wonderful family that I love and love to spend time with. I have good friends that are there for me, through thick and thin. I have opportunities with my art, and my health, while not perfect, is at a manageable level and I have time to work with it. Most of all, I have a beautiful, sweet man that loves me, and makes me happier than I ever thought anybody could make me.

So I'm not asking for anything from you this year. God has given me all I need. I just hope that plenty can be given to those that need things. I mean, I do my best, shopping at op shops and so forth, but maybe my letter can grease a few karmic wheels for people? Who knows. I don't know if prayers via internet proxy work. Especially if they're addressed to Saint Nicholas. Well, you are a saint, aren't you?

There's cracks in my walls, but thankfully they're the drafty, silent type. Though I wouldn't mind if you sent the Doctor my way. Unfortunately, it would have to be a chaste meeting, because I'm very much happily dating someone right now.

Thank you, with much love,
Nancy.