Over Here at Mark's there is mention of class reunions and an opinion that they aren't worth bothering with.
My opinion was that they could be fun, if only the sneer at those still on the minimum wage or see the little miss pretty types that had such high opinions of themselves that are now fat & fugly!
I did go to a reunion once- twice actually, but one was an army one and I had only been out five years.
The more *interesting* one was a reunion of my old neighborhood and that was people I hadn't see since I was 18- 25 years previously!
I had to actually admire a lot of these people- they may have been 'entry point middle class' but had done very well against the odds- coming from backgrounds that are now used to justify all forms of foul behaviour. They had married and stayed married, raised inoffensive kids and brought houses.
But talk about stuck in a time warp! Most of them lived either in the same street or within a couple of k's from where they started life- and I don't think they ever travelled more than a few hours from there!
There were three of us who had actually travelled about, worked in jobs that paid more than the average wage and had some experience of life outside of an NZ suburb. Done things that I had taken for granted- flown across the world, sailed around NZ, walked through most of our national parks, flown in helicopters, gotten pissed in the best hotels on the expense account.
This was TV world for these people!
There are a shitload of people like that out there.
And I'm glad I'm not one of them
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
An idea...
A thought I had this morning:
Why not keep schools open all year round, with flexible holdiay times?
The shopping centers would be more bearable, busineses wouldn't have the hassle of staff having to all be off at the same time minding kids and the kids would get a bit more schooling (half the time they are just arsing about anyway!)
It's a win all round- match the kid's holidays in with the 3 (soon 4) weeks that their parents have.
The school holiday setup is hopelessly outdated, being set up to coincide with the peak demands for farm labour- haymaking and so on. Most of us don't live rurally anymore and most of that sort of work is mechanised now. (anyone who thinks that is a bad thing never had to load hay bales onto a truck in 30+ heat!)
The rest of us, bar a few pen-pushers don't even work the 8 hour day, Monday-Friday anymore.
Time for the schools to move with the times!
Why not keep schools open all year round, with flexible holdiay times?
The shopping centers would be more bearable, busineses wouldn't have the hassle of staff having to all be off at the same time minding kids and the kids would get a bit more schooling (half the time they are just arsing about anyway!)
It's a win all round- match the kid's holidays in with the 3 (soon 4) weeks that their parents have.
The school holiday setup is hopelessly outdated, being set up to coincide with the peak demands for farm labour- haymaking and so on. Most of us don't live rurally anymore and most of that sort of work is mechanised now. (anyone who thinks that is a bad thing never had to load hay bales onto a truck in 30+ heat!)
The rest of us, bar a few pen-pushers don't even work the 8 hour day, Monday-Friday anymore.
Time for the schools to move with the times!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Ain't 'arf bin some clever bastards!
I got the latest 'Hunting & Fishing' advertiser magazine yesterday.
So many toys, so little money!
One gadget that caught my eye was a torch that gave of the precise wavelengths of light to highlight a blood trail on the ground.
Other clever gadgets are LEDS torches that go for hundreds of hours on a battery and weigh almost nothing, a portable gas & battery powered shower and laser rangefinders.
How did I ever get by without a self-inflating mattress, a GPS or a backpack hydration system filled with isotonic carbohydrate/electrolyte fluid replacement?
Must have been by sleeping on a groundsheet, knowing how to read a map and drinking out of the bloody creek!
There are some pretty impressive rifle/scope packages available today and for very good prices.
I often see blokes turning up at our range to sight these new pieces in. It's quite painful watching someone turn up with a new Weatherby and fail to shoot a 100 meter group under 150mm.
And such fun to shoot a similar group with an open-sighted lever action .45!
So many toys, so little money!
One gadget that caught my eye was a torch that gave of the precise wavelengths of light to highlight a blood trail on the ground.
Other clever gadgets are LEDS torches that go for hundreds of hours on a battery and weigh almost nothing, a portable gas & battery powered shower and laser rangefinders.
How did I ever get by without a self-inflating mattress, a GPS or a backpack hydration system filled with isotonic carbohydrate/electrolyte fluid replacement?
Must have been by sleeping on a groundsheet, knowing how to read a map and drinking out of the bloody creek!
There are some pretty impressive rifle/scope packages available today and for very good prices.
I often see blokes turning up at our range to sight these new pieces in. It's quite painful watching someone turn up with a new Weatherby and fail to shoot a 100 meter group under 150mm.
And such fun to shoot a similar group with an open-sighted lever action .45!
Friday, November 24, 2006
For sale
Wife & Two boy children (30, 6 & 4)
Fair condition.
As is, where is- all reasonable offers considered.
Fair condition.
As is, where is- all reasonable offers considered.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Dumbfuck of the Week
Here she is!
"A Christchurch Mens' Prison officer, fired for giving bacon to an inmate and watching her own videos during her shift, says guards regularly bartered with inmates to keep the peace.
The 31-year-old woman, sacked after admitting misconduct in July, told The Press there was widespread abuse of the prison system."
Where I worked in the prison system, we were made of sterner stuff. The shit-heads got nothing outside of what Corrections allowed them.
This is rather well covered in training, so ignorance is no defense. If you give a crim something they will want more. Ever heard of blackmail?
They have.
Dumbass!
"A Christchurch Mens' Prison officer, fired for giving bacon to an inmate and watching her own videos during her shift, says guards regularly bartered with inmates to keep the peace.
The 31-year-old woman, sacked after admitting misconduct in July, told The Press there was widespread abuse of the prison system."
Where I worked in the prison system, we were made of sterner stuff. The shit-heads got nothing outside of what Corrections allowed them.
This is rather well covered in training, so ignorance is no defense. If you give a crim something they will want more. Ever heard of blackmail?
They have.
Dumbass!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Maybe they can make a stadium?
Maybe this Company could build a stadium and stay under budget?
I saw a high-security prison built by them on 'National Geographic'- at $175 million, it came in WAY under the latest NZ Corrections Cock-ups!
I don't know if it had heated floors, but somehow, I doubt it.
I saw a high-security prison built by them on 'National Geographic'- at $175 million, it came in WAY under the latest NZ Corrections Cock-ups!
I don't know if it had heated floors, but somehow, I doubt it.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Section 59 amendment- when NZ lost the plot...
Anyone who can't differentiate between smacking and beating is a retard that needs their reproductive organs torn out with a boathook!
If you are unable to seperate a swat across the arse (Usually well-padded) and a thrashing that requires hospitalization, I sincerely hope you never reproduce. We don't need those genes anymore than we need those of the crapheads who beat their kids to death.
I'm a great believer in using what works and I don't believe smacking is very effective- unless used extremely sparingly it has no shock value. But a swift whack on the arse can be very effective if it is saved for certain circumstances- say running onto the road or playing with the power point.
This sort of FUBAR law tends to come from those pacifist cowards I have previously blogged about.
Here is an experiment to try. Next time someone says there is no excuse whatsoever to use violence- punch them on the nose!
Want to bet that they will turn the other cheek?
If you are unable to seperate a swat across the arse (Usually well-padded) and a thrashing that requires hospitalization, I sincerely hope you never reproduce. We don't need those genes anymore than we need those of the crapheads who beat their kids to death.
I'm a great believer in using what works and I don't believe smacking is very effective- unless used extremely sparingly it has no shock value. But a swift whack on the arse can be very effective if it is saved for certain circumstances- say running onto the road or playing with the power point.
This sort of FUBAR law tends to come from those pacifist cowards I have previously blogged about.
Here is an experiment to try. Next time someone says there is no excuse whatsoever to use violence- punch them on the nose!
Want to bet that they will turn the other cheek?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Take them away for...re-education
You have to be careful what you wish for- sometimes it comes true!
I have been long advocating something like This:
I admit the idea has merits- for those who sponge of the taxpayer- but not quite like that!
All adults on a state benefit should be sent of to a secure facility (think workhouse and Dickens)and all minors should be seperated out and sent to orphanages. We used to think that nuns who thrashed children for exercise was the worst thing that could happen to kids.
A more liberal system has proved that wrong!
We don't need a bunch of do-gooders pumping up their already excessive self-esteem and teaching pigs to whistle (which wastes your time and annoys the pig)
We need recidivist offenders dumped into somewhere away from decent society and makes them WANT to behave enough to return to it!
And keep behaving.
I have been long advocating something like This:
I admit the idea has merits- for those who sponge of the taxpayer- but not quite like that!
All adults on a state benefit should be sent of to a secure facility (think workhouse and Dickens)and all minors should be seperated out and sent to orphanages. We used to think that nuns who thrashed children for exercise was the worst thing that could happen to kids.
A more liberal system has proved that wrong!
We don't need a bunch of do-gooders pumping up their already excessive self-esteem and teaching pigs to whistle (which wastes your time and annoys the pig)
We need recidivist offenders dumped into somewhere away from decent society and makes them WANT to behave enough to return to it!
And keep behaving.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Friggin' cowards!
Dress it up as pacifism, enlightenment or whatever.
The persons who won't fight to defend themselves, their family of their property are just gutless and not fit to be full members of society.
They like to sneer and look down on those who will take a stand- soldiers, policemen- the citizen who picks up a shotgun to defend their home. They like to call firearms owners paranoid rednecks and suchlike and the same for those who practice any kind of martial arts.
They, of course, are too sensitive to take part in a profession where their precious arse is on the line.
I have noticed that one of their favorite pastimes is nit-picking at the police- but they are the first to demand a police presence to protect themselves...
Fuck 'em!
I say if you are unwilling (not unable through disability-UNWILLING) to make a stand, you deserve to be a thrall.
The one that cowered at the back of the cave while others fought wild animals off.
The collaborators and informers of occupied countries.
The politicians that send young men to die, then ignored the plight of the survivors.
The man who wears a woman's coat to get into a lifeboat.
And those who turned a blind eye while evil was done before them.
This is what you have been and all you will ever be.
The persons who won't fight to defend themselves, their family of their property are just gutless and not fit to be full members of society.
They like to sneer and look down on those who will take a stand- soldiers, policemen- the citizen who picks up a shotgun to defend their home. They like to call firearms owners paranoid rednecks and suchlike and the same for those who practice any kind of martial arts.
They, of course, are too sensitive to take part in a profession where their precious arse is on the line.
I have noticed that one of their favorite pastimes is nit-picking at the police- but they are the first to demand a police presence to protect themselves...
Fuck 'em!
I say if you are unwilling (not unable through disability-UNWILLING) to make a stand, you deserve to be a thrall.
The one that cowered at the back of the cave while others fought wild animals off.
The collaborators and informers of occupied countries.
The politicians that send young men to die, then ignored the plight of the survivors.
The man who wears a woman's coat to get into a lifeboat.
And those who turned a blind eye while evil was done before them.
This is what you have been and all you will ever be.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The right to self-defense- where are we without it?
Just quickly looking about the blogs, I found some excellent opinions on the subject relating to the persecution of Greg Carvell.
To link but a few:
Not PC
Libertarianz press release
Sir Humphries Lucyna
Crusader Rabbit
Capitalist Writer
Whale Oil
Mark too!
I can't state the case more eloquently than has been done by the above.
All I can add is that I'm one more that believes that to be unable to defend oneself without state persecution, is to be a hop, skip & a jump away from a state of slavery.
To defend your life, the lives of others and your property is THE fundamental property right.
It exists in law, but the lawmakers are twisting this law to suit their own sick agenda. That only THEY cay control the destiny of others.
Slavemasters...
To link but a few:
Not PC
Libertarianz press release
Sir Humphries Lucyna
Crusader Rabbit
Capitalist Writer
Whale Oil
Mark too!
I can't state the case more eloquently than has been done by the above.
All I can add is that I'm one more that believes that to be unable to defend oneself without state persecution, is to be a hop, skip & a jump away from a state of slavery.
To defend your life, the lives of others and your property is THE fundamental property right.
It exists in law, but the lawmakers are twisting this law to suit their own sick agenda. That only THEY cay control the destiny of others.
Slavemasters...
Monday, November 13, 2006
This is a disgusting travesty of 'Justice'!
"An Auckland gunshop director who shot a machete-wielding intruder threatening to kill him is to face a firearms charge.
Police said today they would charge the man with possessing a firearm without lawful, proper or sufficient purposes.
They did not name him but it was believed to be Greg Carvell, 33, director of the Small Arms International gunshop in Penrose..."
More:
This is a bloody disgrace- that a man is charged for defending himself and others against a nutter!
He should have gotten a community service award- not this outrage.
I have often stuck up for the police when they have had to shoot some craphead, but only in the same way I have supported anyone who has made the call to defend themselves . The police have no special claim on the right to defend themselves. Indeed, they are better trained and equipped than the average citizen.
I'm reading between the lines here and guessing that the heat has come from above to charge Greg Carvell.
After all, the powers-that-be can't stand the idea of us standing up for ourselves...
Update:
So, it seems the police did not want to charge him!
It was the crown law office
Details:
Now who is pulling THEIR strings?
Police said today they would charge the man with possessing a firearm without lawful, proper or sufficient purposes.
They did not name him but it was believed to be Greg Carvell, 33, director of the Small Arms International gunshop in Penrose..."
More:
This is a bloody disgrace- that a man is charged for defending himself and others against a nutter!
He should have gotten a community service award- not this outrage.
I have often stuck up for the police when they have had to shoot some craphead, but only in the same way I have supported anyone who has made the call to defend themselves . The police have no special claim on the right to defend themselves. Indeed, they are better trained and equipped than the average citizen.
I'm reading between the lines here and guessing that the heat has come from above to charge Greg Carvell.
After all, the powers-that-be can't stand the idea of us standing up for ourselves...
Update:
So, it seems the police did not want to charge him!
It was the crown law office
Details:
Now who is pulling THEIR strings?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Philosophy & Brandy
I recall reading a book where the theory was put in that in a world, there are only a few actual people- about 1% and the rest were sort of drones that were there to buzz to & fro without taking part in the story- apart as walk-on victims.
Sounds like a Terry Prachart sort of thory, but sometimes I wonder about it.
I've just spent two weeks in a classroom and never heard half of the people in it speak.
Around town I keep meeting the same people everywhere I go. Whatever the event, some of these dozen or so are there- and are usually running the show!
There may be something it it...
Sounds like a Terry Prachart sort of thory, but sometimes I wonder about it.
I've just spent two weeks in a classroom and never heard half of the people in it speak.
Around town I keep meeting the same people everywhere I go. Whatever the event, some of these dozen or so are there- and are usually running the show!
There may be something it it...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
An oldie, but still good...
While walking down the street one day a US Senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator."I'm sorry, but we have our rules."And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse. Standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.They play a friendly game of golf; and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him."Now it's time to visit heaven."So, 24 hours pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They havea good time. Before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns."Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse. We ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator."I'm sorry, but we have our rules."And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse. Standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.They play a friendly game of golf; and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him."Now it's time to visit heaven."So, 24 hours pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They havea good time. Before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns."Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse. We ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."
Its bloody easy to spend other people's money!
When the govamint is set to blow as much money on a stadium as they spend on defense, its easy to overlook the smaller squandering.
The announcement that the government will provide $1.9 million towards a "Cuisine and Fine Wine" regional initiative for Wairarapa was dished up in Martinborough yesterday. It provides a major springboard for a project estimated to cost upwards of $7million.
$1,900,000.00 of YOUR money!
Now why do they fall over themselves to spend our money on SOME industry's while sneering at others?
Of course, they shouldn't be spending a damn thing on ANY of them- that's the job of the owners! If they REALLY want to help- cut the red tape and taxes!
If the people behind this scheme have $4.75 megabucks- let that be the budget. Even in hoplessly overpriced Martinborough, that should build one hell of a cooking schoool!
The announcement that the government will provide $1.9 million towards a "Cuisine and Fine Wine" regional initiative for Wairarapa was dished up in Martinborough yesterday. It provides a major springboard for a project estimated to cost upwards of $7million.
$1,900,000.00 of YOUR money!
Now why do they fall over themselves to spend our money on SOME industry's while sneering at others?
Of course, they shouldn't be spending a damn thing on ANY of them- that's the job of the owners! If they REALLY want to help- cut the red tape and taxes!
If the people behind this scheme have $4.75 megabucks- let that be the budget. Even in hoplessly overpriced Martinborough, that should build one hell of a cooking schoool!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
A theory...
I have been doing something I despise almost as much as shopping.
Commuting.
I have to travel from the Wairarapa to Petone each day, while I'm on a block course. Over here, all I usually have to avoid are wandering cows. Here its commuters and most of those seem to have about the same or less brain power than the average cow.
The main differece is that a cow is meat. Commuters are wrapped in steel, except for the two-wheeled variety- AKA temporary road users.
Anyhoo- the theory goes:
"When it rains, Wellington drivers forget how to!"
6 crashes along the motorway this morning!
The main differece is that a cow is meat. Commuters are wrapped in steel, except for the two-wheeled variety- AKA temporary road users.
Anyhoo- the theory goes:
"When it rains, Wellington drivers forget how to!"
6 crashes along the motorway this morning!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Arseholes that use fireworks as weapons
If they aim them at property- charge them with attempted arson.
If the set something on fire- charge them with arson.
If they fire them at people, nail them under the Arms Act.
I'm no lawyer, but those roman candle things seem to meet the definition of a 'Firearm'
(There is an exclusion from being classed as an explosive)
AARMS ACT 19832. Interpretation—
if (isLegTitleOrSection() ) {
document.write('');
}
2.Interpretation—
``Firearm''—
(a)Means anything from which any shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile can be discharged by force of explosive; and
(b)Includes—
(i)Anything that has been adapted so that it can be used to discharge a shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile by force of explosive; and
(ii)Anything which is not for the time being capable of discharging any shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile but which, by its completion or the replacement of any component part or parts or the correction or repair of any defect or defects, would be a firearm within the meaning of paragraph (a) of this definition or subparagraph (i) of this paragraph; and
(iii)Anything (being a firearm within the meaning of paragraph (a) of this definition or subparagraph (i) of this paragraph) which is for the time being dismantled or partially dismantled; and
(iv)Any specially dangerous airgun:
More:
Also, if Guy Fawkes stretches our emergency services to the limit- that is a real worry and says much about the sad state of those services! (IF and its a big IF- you can believe the media and other axe-grinders)
If the set something on fire- charge them with arson.
If they fire them at people, nail them under the Arms Act.
I'm no lawyer, but those roman candle things seem to meet the definition of a 'Firearm'
(There is an exclusion from being classed as an explosive)
AARMS ACT 19832. Interpretation—
if (isLegTitleOrSection() ) {
document.write('');
}
2.Interpretation—
``Firearm''—
(a)Means anything from which any shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile can be discharged by force of explosive; and
(b)Includes—
(i)Anything that has been adapted so that it can be used to discharge a shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile by force of explosive; and
(ii)Anything which is not for the time being capable of discharging any shot, bullet, missile, or other projectile but which, by its completion or the replacement of any component part or parts or the correction or repair of any defect or defects, would be a firearm within the meaning of paragraph (a) of this definition or subparagraph (i) of this paragraph; and
(iii)Anything (being a firearm within the meaning of paragraph (a) of this definition or subparagraph (i) of this paragraph) which is for the time being dismantled or partially dismantled; and
(iv)Any specially dangerous airgun:
More:
Also, if Guy Fawkes stretches our emergency services to the limit- that is a real worry and says much about the sad state of those services! (IF and its a big IF- you can believe the media and other axe-grinders)
Monday, November 06, 2006
Die, you worthless piece of shit!
Saddam has a date with a piece of hemp rope!
Good show!
I hope it's a nice public show and he goes out squeeling like a scalded pig!
I wonder what the TV rights would cost?
Good show!
I hope it's a nice public show and he goes out squeeling like a scalded pig!
I wonder what the TV rights would cost?
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Oh Joy....
Its Saturday morning
The sun is shining
I'm rostered off.
And its off to Retail Hell in Upper Hutt.
With children.
How do I feel about this?
Imaging lying in a soft grassy field. The sun is shining, the gentle breeze is warm.
You look up at the sky, watching fluffy wisps of cloud float by. All that you can hear is the sound of birdsong and the occasional bee flying by. You are in that peaceful state between waking and sleep.
Then some prick parks a tractor on your chest.
The sun is shining
I'm rostered off.
And its off to Retail Hell in Upper Hutt.
With children.
How do I feel about this?
Imaging lying in a soft grassy field. The sun is shining, the gentle breeze is warm.
You look up at the sky, watching fluffy wisps of cloud float by. All that you can hear is the sound of birdsong and the occasional bee flying by. You are in that peaceful state between waking and sleep.
Then some prick parks a tractor on your chest.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Defending Guy Fawkes
I stand behind my position to keep this event going, but I think it needs a bit of sorting out.
It's getting bloody hard to defend the occasion, with gaggles of brain-dead boys going hard core to fuck it up for everybody. Public safety is a totally overused excuse to ban all & sundry, but I do accept the point made about fireworks. I used to say it was all wankers and wowsers calling for the ban, but it's moved from that. Totally due to the upswell in cretins that need two ounces of Black Powder detonated at groin level!
It's at a bad time of year too- it would be better in the mid-winter, when the fire risk is down. Also, at this time of year, it means a late night for small children.
Deliberate and blatent abuse of fireworks should come under the Arms Act, which has a bit of sting at sentencing time. After all, it comes down to discharging a projectile, when some moron uses a roman candle or suchlike as a bloody missile launcher.
Unfortunatly, considering consequences for actions, however severe, don't impact on the brain-dead.
Fortunatly, the full penalties of an arson charge would put such a dumbfuck out of circulation for a reasonable time. (like that's going to happen!)
How about restricting sales to those who have a firearms licence? They tend to behave, as their hobby hinges on doing so...
Also, ONE designated day ONLY!
As for a total ban leading to home-made fireworks.
You bet it will happen!
Just piss into a bucket of HTH pool chlorine somewhere you need a crater....
Update
I think we can kiss Guy Fawkes goodby now
Thanks to all you crap-head low-lives out there that fucked it up for the rest.
Not that you will be reading this- or anything not printed on a t-shirt...
It's getting bloody hard to defend the occasion, with gaggles of brain-dead boys going hard core to fuck it up for everybody. Public safety is a totally overused excuse to ban all & sundry, but I do accept the point made about fireworks. I used to say it was all wankers and wowsers calling for the ban, but it's moved from that. Totally due to the upswell in cretins that need two ounces of Black Powder detonated at groin level!
It's at a bad time of year too- it would be better in the mid-winter, when the fire risk is down. Also, at this time of year, it means a late night for small children.
Deliberate and blatent abuse of fireworks should come under the Arms Act, which has a bit of sting at sentencing time. After all, it comes down to discharging a projectile, when some moron uses a roman candle or suchlike as a bloody missile launcher.
Unfortunatly, considering consequences for actions, however severe, don't impact on the brain-dead.
Fortunatly, the full penalties of an arson charge would put such a dumbfuck out of circulation for a reasonable time. (like that's going to happen!)
How about restricting sales to those who have a firearms licence? They tend to behave, as their hobby hinges on doing so...
Also, ONE designated day ONLY!
As for a total ban leading to home-made fireworks.
You bet it will happen!
Just piss into a bucket of HTH pool chlorine somewhere you need a crater....
Update
I think we can kiss Guy Fawkes goodby now
Thanks to all you crap-head low-lives out there that fucked it up for the rest.
Not that you will be reading this- or anything not printed on a t-shirt...
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