Saturday, October 29, 2005

A new PC term- 'Intellectually Lazy'

This is the latest piece of politically correct lefty wankstain gobbling that has got right up my nose!

Delivered with the smugness that only a labour voter on a six-figure income can deliver, this is the latest label for the likes of myself who spit on political correctness and those who believe that it is 'just good policy'

It probably originates out of these spineless snivellers believing it is too rude to say 'Redneck' or 'Bigot', in this enlightened age.

I'm well aware of the origins of the term PC (socialist Russia) and I also know that it is now applied to a far wider range of subjects than the original term covered. Like may terms, meanings change with time, the English language being a living, evolving one. The nearest thing to an international language there is. Everyone I know that uses it in conversion knows exactly what it is describing.

Friggin' fascist social engineering, through the creation of taboos!

I have been told that it is intellectually lazy to use the term PC, as by doing so, one dimisses an issue as not being worthy of debate. Now hang on- PC places issues beyond debate, by shouting down all that challenge them as immoral and/or criminal.

Aside from that, I don't have the time to debate issues I consider total donkybollocks, in the first place. Such as the need for a plethora of McMinistries in government.

I suppose I might, if I had acquired the habit during my six years of study to gain a B.A.

preferring action and working to navel-gazing, I was spared that!

I'm bloody glad to move in circles where these limp-wristed WOFTAMS don't exist!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Classic design I

Accepted into service by the USA as model of 1911, designed by John Browning several years earlier. Now, the grunts in Iraq all want one of these on their belts- the new 9mm just doesn't cut it. As the US army found out fighting the Moro's at the turn of last century- .38's just didn't drop the bad guys quick enough.

JB has designed guns that are still in service- they can't be improved on significantly. One of the major manufactures did a study on pistol ergonomics, with the aid of modern technology to discover that the 1911 had got it right- the size and angle of the grip was the optimum, fitting the widest variation of the population!

Of course, the pouges in their air-conditioned offices don't have to bet THEIR worthless lives...

This is my one( the top one- I can't figure out how to move the damn thing!)- A Tanfoglio copy of the original. The same design, but better materials and craftsmenship.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Community's Problem, who's fault?

I have been hearing much waffle about how the community needs to be responsible for youth offending.


I refuse to accept one iota of responsibility for some crap-head's bad behavior. The offenders must take the heat for their offenses. Most of their parents could use a size 12 up the arse too!

OK, so most of us are not responsible for their anti-social carrying on. Many would LIKE to take some responsibility in dealing with it, regardless.

BUT, the same crowd stating 'we' must take ownership' are the same arseholes that have made it impossible to actively do something tangible about people's anti-social behavior!

All to often, someone when driven to their wit's end by crapheads has thumped one or put a loader into there shitbox racer wannabe car- and it's straight into the dock!

In my town, we have less than a handful of persistent vandals. Their parents won't discipline them, but there are many here ready to dispense some rough justice (the only sort they understand) Of course, they do not- they have too much too lose, when the powers-that be descend upon them, with all the power of the courts- in a way they seem unable to do with these young criminals or their totally useless drug-addled parents.

If the grey shoe wearing, trying to be gay, bleeding heart whale-hugging policy makers hand the power back (yeah, right!), they community WILL deal with the problem. In the way it used to do- with a clip round the ears or a policeman's boot up the arse, at a young enough age for it to matter.

And tar & feathers for those who won't learn!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Dumbfuck of the Week

These words of wisdom from the Wairarapa Times-Age

Candles and petrol: A bad mix25.10.2005
A MASTERTON man accidentally destroyed his girlfriend's car when he was draining the petrol tank – while using a candle to see what he was doing.
The naked flame ignited the petrol vapours and fire quickly engulfed the car.
The incident happened on Friday night and by the time the fire service arrived the car was beyond saving.
Needless to say the girlfriend was quite upset by the unfortunate turn of events.
Station officer Garry Nielsen said the incident illustrates that many people are not aware of the dangers of flammable vapours.
"Naked flames around flammable liquids – just don't.

"Dealing with any flammable liquid is hazardous. Always take care to make sure they are stored in the proper containers," he said.

Is it any wonder that about 30% of the denizens of Rimutaka Prison give a home address of Masterton? I believe that Insolent Prick has rightfully commented on this, previously ...

Here be the shallow end of the gene pool!

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dumbfuck of the Week

Web posting gets driver arrested

Oct 19, 2005
A Christchurch man has been banned from driving for a year and ordered to do 120 hours community service after posting a video of himself on the internet driving recklessly.
The 21-year-old pleaded guilty in court after the pictures showed him speeding, spinning his car and crashing on a public street.
Police received a number of complaints from people in New Zeland and overseas who saw the video on the internet and were able to indentify the street and the driver.
Inspector Derek Erasmus said the man was the author of his own demise.
Source: RNZ

Lets just hope that when he does manage to kill himself, it's a solo act...

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

The most fun you can have (in a vertical position)

Took this one out today. One of the things I like about these smoke-sticks is when you fire and "what the fuck was that!" starts coming from the other shooters on the line, as the place lights up with the muzzle flash, then fills with smoke!

Firing it is serious fun- all you see is a ball of orange fire and everything is briefly blotted out by smoke...

Downside- getting it back to looking like the picture above, after firing it. (Black powder residue is very corrosive)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Today's useless piece of information

Liquid nitrogen sprayed under your armpit really hurts!

Vodka makes it better!

here endth the lesson.

Friday, October 14, 2005

While rabbits are in the news...

This is hilarious!

Peter Rabbit- Tank Killer
Beatrix Potter & Sven Hassel

I found the link on

He has some amazing links!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

On The Public, Police and Criminals

Found this excellent post on a group a few days ago. It has a US slant, but still runs true.

Part of the work- the rest is at the link below:

By LTC (RET) Dave Grossman, author of "On Killing."
Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always,even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for? - William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997
One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me:
"Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another. Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.
Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.
I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin's egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.? For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.
"Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.
"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf."
If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed

Friday, October 07, 2005

Reality TV- 'Degradation Island'

Visit this site for today's episode of "Degradation Island" where 'eye candy' debase themselves for fame, cash and prizes!

Episode one
All clothing was removed overnight and replaced with sackcloth. A 'fountain' has appeared in the kitchen area. This life-size replica of Benito Mussolini will dispense a reasonable chardonnay when it's genitalia are manipulated correctly.

100 cubic metres of well-matured rubbish from the local tip has arrived in the yard and must be hand-sorted and bagged for recycling, before the showers will be turned on. Hidden in this pile are cans of food, with the labels removed.

The toilet paper has disappeared and has been replaced with newspaper...
tomorrow we bring you "groveling for Dollars"!

Episode two
Today our contestants have the opportunity to make money by groveling in mud!
The game: Plastic bones must be taken from a dog's bowl on one one side of the mud wallow, to a dog's kennel on the other side of the wallow. Each bone retrieved gains $200 bucks to the contestants account!
Now the conditions: 1-Bone must be carried in the mouth. 2- the torso must remain in contact with the mud. 3- the legs are tied at the ankles. Game lasts four hours- will their greed go the distance?

Otherwise, to enhance voyeuristic interest in sordid public displays of affection, oil of ylang-ylang has been added to the air conditioning- ginseng and royal jelly supplements have been provided, along with video's of "The Story of O". Ravel's "Bolero" is played subliminally...

Alternative protein sources save money.

Episode Three

Eating Invertebrates for cash!

The stakes are high- $1 per gram!
A choice smorgasboard of honeyed locusts, chocolate cicada, stir-fried worms, Huhu grubs au natural, candied starfish, braised limpits, sea cucumbers and all the other delights our chef Mr Arigato Banzi Deathstar can concoct...

In keeping with this theme, our 'Boss of the week" will dine on Lobster, Bluff Oysters and Whitebait, washed down with a Cloudy Bay Sav. Blanc.
Those wishing to to forgo this delightful repast may grovel before the webcams. Highest polling victim, errr, contestant gets a Happy Meal.

Several contestants have been talking about those IN BREACH OF THE RULES .

Here on degradation Island, when ONE screws up, we punish EVERYONE!
Overalls with a target between the shoulderblades have been issued. Also, everyone gets a paintball gun with 50 rounds! I guess you can figure out that the one who gets the most points(scored on the target) gets Das Boot!

You are exempt being shot at when you are naked...

(Note:- I forfeit any claim to the above, as my intellectual property, in exchange for a really big plasma screen TV, a new wireless Sony DVD home theater system and a bottle of Jack Daniels)

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Why don't kids swim?

Once upon a time, when parents knew what was best for their children, there was a push to get pools in schools, so kids could learn how to swim. They had swimming lessons at school and access tot he pool over summer for a very modest cost.

This worked fine for several generations.

Then along came the compliance-obscessed snivel servants, who decided that pools were cess-pools of bacteria and had to be constantly tested and monitored.

Never mind that the health problems caused by pool water were less than drinking the stuff from the tap!

Now kids are sheltered from bertie germ- the school pools are all closing, due to compliance costs, but that's OK- our kids won't get sick from pool water.

They just drown instead...

And the grey-shoe wearers attention turns to sweet, fatty and salty food in schools...

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

More Retail Hell

A while back, I wrote on the subject of fugly people and discount stores- red ones and otherwise. Nothing has changed, except they descend to a lower plane of hell, come that affliction, SCHOOL HOLIDAY TIME.

My main object in shopping is to get out, in the least amount of time, with everything I need (except my Wa)

As usual, two of the isles were totally blocked by pods of she-mountains, the next isle had a pallet of soft drink parked right in the middle and in the others, a gaggle of the permanently baffled tried to decipher those lists of contents found on the sides of cans. Why they bother is a mystery, as the stuff is all inedible for human consumption. Ah- yes, now I see why it appeals to them!

Grabbing my packet of firelighters (try cutting kindling with one working hand) I made a dash for the checkout, trying to shut out the sound of the dead-eyed bovines lowing to their missing offspring- the ones orbiting the chupa-chups stand.

To find one organic robot passing stuff over the scanner in slow-motion and a queue of old farts out shopping for recreation. All wearing wet wool.

It was horrible!

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Old technology- fun as a hobby, not to live with!

Finally, after several months of playing around, I got my muzzle-loading rifle to fire every time, first time and put a ball about where I want it to go!

You gain a whole new respect for those who had to use these to put food on the table and fend off hostiles. They kept them going without a toolbox full of modern lubricants and rust inhibitors (like I have!)

They probably didn't have the luxury to spend days at the range, learning how to use one, either- or the money to waste on powder, shot and caps.

Now it's time to get out and see what a .50" lead ball does to these damn rabbits that are digging the paddocks up!