Teeth, evil and evil

I went to see a dentist today. I was frankly rather terrified; not having been to the dentist for over nine years, it seemed likely that he would tell me that my teeth were all rotten and would have to come out at the cost of several thousand pounds.

In fact, it couldn’t have been simpler. He told me my teeth looked like they were in good shape, that I should use an electric toothbrush and floss. I bought an electric toothbrush and have started flossing. Easy.

So brushing regularly and not eating too many sweets really is all it’s cracked up to be.

I skipped into town feeling rather happy about all this. It’s just as well I was happy, as town was full of evil people. I passed somebody talking on a mobile phone who was saying “he hasn’t broken yet, then?” followed by laughter – presumably somebody in the infamous Cambridge mafia, then. And there were two women with a tiny little girl who was happily chattering away to herself; as I walked past, one of the women was saying “could we tie it round her neck, perhaps, to make her more…er, biddable?!” Still wondering if I should report it to the police.

Keep reading what I wrote yesterday and thinking it might actually be all wrong and terribly ignorant. After all, the two soldiers being held prisoner had been handed over to the Iraq militia, probably not just for tea and cake. And intelligence made it clear that their lives were in danger.

And then I think…so that justified bullishly demolishing an Iraqi police station and, oops, releasing 150 prisoners? And is this the same “intelligence” that made it clear that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq before we invaded it?

Nope, I stand by what I wrote.

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