'tie me kangaroo down sport' sang Rolf, JPJ Sanders replied with 'that's not all you need to tie down how about that sheila with the long blond hair?'

due to my supposed rise in popularity more people want to spend more time with me, this has been something i have been trying to achieve since those cold winter days holding hands with lunchtime supervisors in primary school trying to find my friends or anyone that would talk to me. i have always been the outspoken, fearless critic that i express to pretty much everyone and everything that happens to cross my path. i have always enjoyed saying it as it is as i see it when i see it to where and whom is near. i'm not quite as bad as i make out, but my primary school life was a battle to find a place where i was socially accepted and people enjoyed my company. i know i'm not the only one that faces this problem in the world because like Brian preeched while in a dressing gown 'you're all individuals' and he's right i play bowls, Miss Jones dances, Miss Webster finds me humourous, Mrs Downes doesen't, Mr Downes likes to play central defensive midfield, Sheila likes to play in goal. everybodies personalities are different some like to avoid serious things like myself, others prefer to embrace them. some people are very positive about life like my marvellous mother others prefer to prepare themselves for the worst also known as the JPJ Sanders method of dealing with all of lifes problems. however there are some people among us who do react in a completely different way, a way so innapropriate people are afraid of confronting them about their aggression and unpredictableness. although due to my stupidity combined with my awesome arrogance as well as inspirational ignorance today i declare a war against people who need to be confronted but scare people into not doing so. as i've aged, the days before retirment are getting less and less i have begun to relish the time i have left with those i hopefully wish to see no more once this year is over. as most of you who have spent any time with me at all would know, i'm never afraid to speak my mind. unfortunately though there are those among us who treat the routine challenge like a aggressive, tractor crashing, bin igniting, long haired baboon, over determined, balshy, spoilt, massive chinned, tall, highly tuned solo on the didgeridoo player, arrogant, marcham massive moron, women obsessed, disilhusioned, unaproachable, intimidating, insecure, impulsive, narrow minded, believes he is inferior and what could be possibly worst than frustrated in a rumpy bumpy manner. people like this infuriate me as no one knows where they stand with them. whether they should stand with arms folded (in case they need to protect the face from being punched) or by their sides (in case of a surprise fertility test which i worryingly keep failing) or alternatively protect both by having one on your hip the other smoothing your sideburn. these people must be stopped, their ways musy be changed. it is unfair that we moan about them behind their backs ignore them when they make eye contact and come up with some excuse about getting dust within the eye. they should know what they are doing is wrong but they don't. i have had to put up with people like this for the entirety of my life therefore i JPJ Sanders have taken it upon myself as usual to gather the troops and fight the war against people who need to be confronted but scare people into not doing so. so troops the battle plan is simple we need to stop avoiding confronting these people they will continue if we do not stop them. we have to remember it is not just for our benefit but for theirs as well. here's what we do we get a fearless power hungry person who feels no emotion or pain to write something on the internet about them (i'm doing that now, after people have read the blog we can apply a little thing called peer pressure to persuade the rest of them to join us in battle. once the troops are equipped the battle can commence so we start like nothing is happening everyone is getting on with their normal lives i'm standing with my angels gossiping my back to the year 11 males deprieving them of the sight of Miss Webster's and Miss Watts' bums. we approach the person that needs to be confronted like the forest that kills Macbeth. someone talks to them normally dropping hints about what is about to happen. the bombshell has been dropped the confrontation has begun we express our feelings towards them making them feel guilty about the way they've treated their peers. how the way they behave is inappropriate and harmful. by this point we go for a more light hearted approach stating positives about them (this may be difficult so write some planned ones before hand) this will make them feel more secure about their personality. this is the solution to the big society, the nucleus of the thriving community, the key to successful matrimony. for there are too many of these sorts of people in the world that are their own worst enemies make other peoples lives a misery. the only other solution is to treat them like a kangaroo; tie them down after every verse once the cockatoo has been cooled. but we all know what happened in the end he was tanned to the hyde once he was dead by a man called friend however i for one do not want that to happen so lets work together, make a difference to our lives for the great of good. pluck up some courage and confront the Sheila with the long blond hair.