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The day after the Bledisloe, and I'm glad I'm not Australian.

It's like a bad supermarket advertisement. I was discussing ChristianForums with thirdengine81 and I realised that "[Through going to CF and interacting with the people there] I've become more of a Christian and less of whatever those deluded morons are."

In the same conversation, I made a classic quote that I feel should be enshrined for all history in an LJ entry: "I think calculus is like sticking a fork up your arse - you can do it, but most people find it hurts too much so they don't."

This is officially the GREATEST AUDIENCE SOURCED BOOTLEG I HAVE SEEN TORRENTED! Oh wow. I couldn't believe my eyes when I got up. That's just ... too cool. Way too amazing.

Now, to the important news of the day. Well, yesterday. Wooohooooo! New Zealand beat Australia! HURRAH! 16-7 in one of the most brutal and thrilling rugby encounters I have ever seen. The conditions were horrible - it was pouring with rain, the weather was freezing, and apparently a weather report predicted snow to fall near the city. That considered, the All Blacks did admirably, and Australia put up some fearsome defense. Under normal circumstances, I'd label NZ's handling of the ball as substandard, but considering how wet it was, they did impressively and just never gave the Australians a chance. They kept hammering and hammering at the Aussie line and broke them down, piece by piece. Compliments are definitely due to a powerful and nearly impenetrable Wallaby defense, BUT they could not actually win the ball, and when they did pull it off, they couldn't do a thing with it, and that's what let them down. The Blacks got the ball and they used it to the fullest advantage. We've got some determined and strong forwards there.

One thing the game was not was an exciting introduction to rugby. If you wanted to see theatrics, flashy skills, and the exhiliration of running and flowing rugby, then you want this fixture, but from LAST YEAR (when New Zealand thumped Australia in Australia 51-20). But this proved that rugby is physically the hardest, most challenging game out there. Tell me one sport that is harder, and then watch this game. You'll change your mind. There was some absolutely vicious rugby, and for someone with a proper knowledge of the game, it was thrilling. I was right by the TV, screaming them on, loving every second of what could easily be called trench warfare. It was a bruising, body-jarring, bone-breaking, bloody encounter and the rugby forwards in that game were as tough as nails. You could serve them a bowl of glass and rocks and they'd come back for seconds. The backs saw very little of the ball, simply because when the conditions are so wet, you don't pass wide, you just hold it in close and keep it in your hands. The Australians were rarely within fifty metres of scoring, and Daniel Carter, while not as perfect as normal, still won yet another game for the greatest rugby nation on the planet. That's five wins from five this year. GO NEW ZEALAND!

Next week, we play South Africa in Christchurch. The Springboks better watch out. Hopefully it's a dry pitch, and then we can just pass the ball out to Howlett and Rokocoko and they can weave their magic. Some good running rugby by the All Blacks is just what the world needs - unless, of course, you're South African. In that case, maybe you just shouldn't tune in because I don't like the Springboks' chances.

All the Australians are going to hate me so bad at school tomorrow. I'll just be grinning my face off. The Bledisloe Cup stays on the right side of the Tasman in more ways than one. Shame I'm on the left.

I'm writing an article that includes a paragraph about this, I've spoken about it in e-mails, renne has made a post about it, there was a post on u2 discussing it, I've been sending copies to people, and really, I've had enough. So I'm going to give in and post this. I can still remember when I first watched this performance - there are not words for it. I literally leapt off my seat and by the end, I was breathless. Oh to be there! In any case, I can now recite it word for word, and on a good day, I'll get the hand gestures and accent too.

Sunday Bloody Sunday (8 November 1987, Denver)
Written and performed by U2, appears on the Rattle And Hum movie


Well here we are, the Irish in America. The Irish have been coming to America for years, going back to the Great Famine when the Irish were on the run from starvation and a British government that couldn't care less, right up to today. You know, there are more Irish immigrants here in America today than ever, some illegal, some legal. A lot of them are just running from high unemployment, some run from the Troubles in Northern Ireland, from the hatred of the H-blocks, torture, others from wild acts of terrorism like we had today in a town called Enniskillen, where eleven people lie dead and many more injured on a Sunday Bloody Sunday.

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, ah, oh, oh oh
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight, we can be as one tonight

Broken bottles under childrens' feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

There's battles yet begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
Trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, oh!

Yeah! Yeah! Well let me tell you something. I've had enough of Irish-Americans who haven't been back to their country in twenty or thirty years come up to me and talk about the Resistance, the Revolution back home, and the glory of the Revolution, and the glory of dying for the Revolution. FUCK THE REVOLUTION! They don't talk about the glory of killing for the Revolution. What's the glory in taking a man from his bed and gunning him down in front of his wife and children? Where's the glory in that? Where's the glory in bombing a Remembrance Day parade of old-age pensioners, their medals taken out and polished up for the day? Where's the glory in that? ... to leave them dying or crippled for life or dead ... under the rubble of the Revolution ... that the majority of the people of my country don't want. No more! Sing! No more! No more! No more! No more!

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sing it! Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV reality
And today the millions die
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
We'll claim the victory that Jesus won, yeah (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
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