November 29th, 2004 - Jon

Hi all, I realise I haven't written for ages, but there hasn't been a great deal to write about that'd make you happy. Because news isn't written to be happy, is it? For those that don't know, the word "news" was created as an acronym for North East West South, so basically, all the areas around the central station in which they covered various topics. The problem is nowadays, the only thing you hear and/or see in the news is: "Death, horror, terror, disaster, rape, killer, blood." Ukraine is a country in Europe which has strong links with America, but it is used only for gas and oil. Back in April 1986, when Ukraine was still part of the USSR, the Chernobyl power plant, 80 miles north of Kiev, exploded with such force, it blew off the concrete and steel lid protecting the reactor. It killed 30 people immediately, and 135,000 people had to be evacuated due to fumes. Chernobyl is still techincally inhabitable, but I believe people still live there, claiming it as their home. 18 years on, 80 miles south of Chernobyl, hundreds of thousands of people are taking to the streets of Kiev to protest about the election. Viktor Yanukovych supposedly won the election, but the election has been labelled as rigged. The areas in which V. Yanukovych won in, won by a majority of "97-100%", which in an election just does not happen. The country is "on the edge of a civil war" and is being torn apart by politics. V. Yushchenko, the opponent in the election, has called for a national strike, and currently, there is no clear case as to who is Ukraine's Prime Minster. The high court in the Ukraine has decided not to release the documents of the election, meaning V. Yanukovych will not take his seat. Now that I've told you the happiest story in the news this week, is this just a case of the world constantly depressing the self-destruct button? It is supposed that everyone wants to know the meaning of life, but it seems that by the time we find out, there will be no-one left to hear it. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it seems there is no such thing as good news any more, and every year we say to ourselves: "It's been a year to forget."