MP questions $96,000 research grant to study 'bogans'
2:15PM Friday March 30, 2007
"...National has questioned how a student scooped $96,000 in research funding to study the everyday lives of bogans including their practices of "moshing" and "headbanging".
Tertiary Education Minister Michael Cullen says this type of research is a "great investment" which is "underpinning our transformation into a knowledge economy..."
Link:
If you actually needed proof that Cullen is a total dumbfuck- look no further!
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Long, but worth reading
This appeared on another of my sites, by a chap who often stops by here. It's a post that warrants repeating regularly!
On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs - Dave GrossmanBy 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
Let me expand on this old soldier's excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools.
But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.
The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.
Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa."
Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.
The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.
Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?
Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones.
Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.
There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population. There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.
Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.
Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents. -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men. - Edmund Burke
Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.
If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.
For example, many officers carry their weapons in church.? They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs.? Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones.
I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy's body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?"
Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.
Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have and idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"
It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.
Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.
Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling."
Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level.
And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes. If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself...
"Baa."
This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.
On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs - Dave GrossmanBy 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
Let me expand on this old soldier's excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools.
But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.
The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.
Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa."
Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.
The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.
Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?
Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones.
Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.
There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population. There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.
Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.
Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents. -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men. - Edmund Burke
Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.
If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.
For example, many officers carry their weapons in church.? They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs.? Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones.
I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy's body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?"
Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.
Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have and idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"
It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.
Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.
Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling."
Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level.
And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes. If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself...
"Baa."
This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
'P' maker frys
Here:
"...Detective Sergeant Greg Murton, of the Christchurch police drug squad, said it was believed a P lab was operating and the explosion happened during a "cook".
"A person was hospitalised with 50 per cent burns over their body, with full thickness burns over 30 per cent," he said..."
What can I say but- "Ha-Ha!"
Sympathy- it's found in the dictionary between 'Shit' and 'Syphilis'
"...Detective Sergeant Greg Murton, of the Christchurch police drug squad, said it was believed a P lab was operating and the explosion happened during a "cook".
"A person was hospitalised with 50 per cent burns over their body, with full thickness burns over 30 per cent," he said..."
What can I say but- "Ha-Ha!"
Sympathy- it's found in the dictionary between 'Shit' and 'Syphilis'
Monday, March 26, 2007
A Level Playing Field
Here are a few things I would like to see- just to show standards are equally applied, across the board.
An inquiry into the culture of Politicians.
An inquiry into the culture of Schoolteachers.
An inquiry into the culture of Union officials.
An inquiry into the culture of Academics.
An inquiry into the culture of the Judiciary.
Sauce for the goose...
An inquiry into the culture of Politicians.
An inquiry into the culture of Schoolteachers.
An inquiry into the culture of Union officials.
An inquiry into the culture of Academics.
An inquiry into the culture of the Judiciary.
Sauce for the goose...
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Got an old Italian Rifle or an axe?
I don't suppot asassination- it just gives the control freak more reasons to screw us law-abiding types.
But I can't figure out why SOMEBODY in NZ doesn't have enough of a axe to grind to give it a go.
It just show what an apathetic bloody lot we are. Or unimaginative.
Isn't there a Lee Harvey Oswald out there?
Someone who has been totally fucked over by IRD- who has lost everything and just wants to take some bastard with him?
It could be said that we are too civilised to do this.
Wrong.
Too goddamned pussywhipped, more like.
Our suicides just don't consider helping the greater good and taking out the trash with themselves.
At least the sand-suckers manage to do that...
But I can't figure out why SOMEBODY in NZ doesn't have enough of a axe to grind to give it a go.
It just show what an apathetic bloody lot we are. Or unimaginative.
Isn't there a Lee Harvey Oswald out there?
Someone who has been totally fucked over by IRD- who has lost everything and just wants to take some bastard with him?
It could be said that we are too civilised to do this.
Wrong.
Too goddamned pussywhipped, more like.
Our suicides just don't consider helping the greater good and taking out the trash with themselves.
At least the sand-suckers manage to do that...
Blogger Drinks?
Today I met more of the GRWC bloggers .
http://crusader-rabbit.blogspot.com/
Again, I'm confirmed that with so many good folks out there, why would you waste your time having a drink with wankers (AKA- the Left)
It's just a shame I didn't have a bit more time, but kids & in-laws had to be fed.
Still, it's quality of time, not quantity.
With so many wankers out there, one often loses sight of the fact that there are a hell of a lot of damned fine people too.
It's a privilage to meet them!
http://crusader-rabbit.blogspot.com/
Again, I'm confirmed that with so many good folks out there, why would you waste your time having a drink with wankers (AKA- the Left)
It's just a shame I didn't have a bit more time, but kids & in-laws had to be fed.
Still, it's quality of time, not quantity.
With so many wankers out there, one often loses sight of the fact that there are a hell of a lot of damned fine people too.
It's a privilage to meet them!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Morons and Lotto
Like moths to an outside light bulb, really.
If I were a recruiter for a company carrying out dodgy medical experiments, a Lotto outlet would be a great place to find 2-legged lab rats.
It seems that every line leading to a lotto counter has a ratio of 50% dotty old tarts on final countdown to a rest home (AKA Pre-Death Storage Facility)
For some reason which eludes me, they always have a wad of mutilated tickets to check, which they save up until Saturday- the only day the typical lotto outlet has a queue. That done, they will precede to produce a coupon which is so worn/marked that it cannot be scanned. This means the lotto operater- another creature who, like Poo, has a Very Small Brain- must make corrections manually (slowly)
They refuse to replace this manky peice of paper because 'It's my LUCKY coupon'
If it's so friggin' lucky- WHY ARE YOU HERE?
What the hell these animated corpses would do with the money anyway!
Leave it to a home for used cats?
If I were a recruiter for a company carrying out dodgy medical experiments, a Lotto outlet would be a great place to find 2-legged lab rats.
It seems that every line leading to a lotto counter has a ratio of 50% dotty old tarts on final countdown to a rest home (AKA Pre-Death Storage Facility)
For some reason which eludes me, they always have a wad of mutilated tickets to check, which they save up until Saturday- the only day the typical lotto outlet has a queue. That done, they will precede to produce a coupon which is so worn/marked that it cannot be scanned. This means the lotto operater- another creature who, like Poo, has a Very Small Brain- must make corrections manually (slowly)
They refuse to replace this manky peice of paper because 'It's my LUCKY coupon'
If it's so friggin' lucky- WHY ARE YOU HERE?
What the hell these animated corpses would do with the money anyway!
Leave it to a home for used cats?
Friday, March 23, 2007
It's mine- you can't have it!
The ball & chain picked up my new pistol, thinking it was another for her to try.
"This one is GOOD!- the grip fits and it's not too heavy"
NO!- it's MINE!
So now I have to go shopping for a .38 Webley (this will be much better for her!)
She isn't getting my Precious!
"This one is GOOD!- the grip fits and it's not too heavy"
NO!- it's MINE!
So now I have to go shopping for a .38 Webley (this will be much better for her!)
She isn't getting my Precious!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Cultural Treasures!
Found in a gunshop near me today!A .455 Webley MkVI in excellent condition- it has hardly been used and stored by somebody who knows firearms. You can keep the silly wooden spears & stone clubs- this is the gun that kept the damned natives in line for 1/2 a century!
I was intending going to the auctions to try and get hold of one- anything in any halfway reasonable condition would have done, but this one was a real gem. Complete with holster and reloading dies- this ain't going to sit on the shelf and get looked at!
So of course I brought it!
Well worth going without sex for a while!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Trading Spouses
Will trade for a Uberti High-Wall with target sights or a Pedersoli Trap-Door Long range.
She comes with young un's.
As she is in fairly good condition, I would expect the gun to be, too.
The difference could be settled in Cash or Whiskey, by negotiation.
She comes with young un's.
As she is in fairly good condition, I would expect the gun to be, too.
The difference could be settled in Cash or Whiskey, by negotiation.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Normal service has resumed
That was as much fun as you can have with your pants on!
Four days of Black Powder, Barbeques and Beer. Living under canvas, catching up with old friends, trading and plenty of friendly competition.
Bacon & beans for breakfast, followed by 8 hours of shooting action with pistol, rifle, shotgun. Everything from a .32 cap & ball to an 8-Bore Shotgun- with the odd throwing axe and Bowie knife thrown about.
I placed third in the muzzle-loading sillouette section and I'm pleased with that- especially shooting against guys who have been doing this since these guns were standard issue!
Even the couple of downpours failed to dampen spirits.
And now I have a heap of gear to clean!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Stampeding towards insanity!
"An off-duty police officer has been disciplined after stopping a boy who appeared to be tagging a public toilet.
Police say officers are increasingly reluctant to intervene if they see crimes being committed while they are off duty, fearing they may face charges as a result of their actions..."
More details on this Bullshit!
It seems apparent now, that police management is now in total thralldom to the Liarbour sisterhood.
The police force is being managed into becoming a pussywhipped shadow of its former self. All because of a small percentage of thugs with a penchant for grubby sex and (probably nearer the mark) because of long grudges held by leftie politicos after recieving a twating during the 1981 madness and before that, the Vietnam war protests.
They are going to wind up like the police of the future in "The Demolition Man"!
But they can still issue tax invoices/traffic tickets!
Police say officers are increasingly reluctant to intervene if they see crimes being committed while they are off duty, fearing they may face charges as a result of their actions..."
More details on this Bullshit!
It seems apparent now, that police management is now in total thralldom to the Liarbour sisterhood.
The police force is being managed into becoming a pussywhipped shadow of its former self. All because of a small percentage of thugs with a penchant for grubby sex and (probably nearer the mark) because of long grudges held by leftie politicos after recieving a twating during the 1981 madness and before that, the Vietnam war protests.
They are going to wind up like the police of the future in "The Demolition Man"!
But they can still issue tax invoices/traffic tickets!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Prize for the most creative reply
Good Day Wayne WatsonThis is a personal email directed to you and I request that it be treated as such. I must solicit your Confidentiality and assure you that I am contacting you in good faith and this proposal will be of mutual benefit. I am Scott Bailey, a solicitor at law. I am the personal attorney/sole executor to the late Mr. Robert Watson hereinafter referred to as my client who worked as an independent oil magnate in my country. He died in a car crash with his immediate family in East London on the 5th of November 2001.My late client, a former Sub-Comptroller working with Chevron Texaco Oil here in the United Kingdom and had Left behind a deposit of Nine Million Eight Hundred Thousand British Pounds Sterling only (£9.8million) with a bank. After the death of my client, the finance company contacted me being his attorney to provide his Next of kin who will inherit his fortune and this according to them is their policy in sure circumstances.Since the death of my client, I have written several letters to the embassy with intent to locate any of his extended relatives whom shall be claimants/beneficiaries of his abandoned personal estate and all such efforts have been to no avail. I had to inform the finance company about my fruitless effort in locating my late client close relative or his next of kin.The board of directors of the company just adopted a resolution and i was mandated to provide his next of kin for the payment of this money within the next 15 official working days or forfeit the money as an abandoned funds. The company had planned to invoke the abandoned property policy of the company to confiscate the funds after the expiration of the period given me. Also I have received official letters in the last few days suggesting a likely proceeding for confiscation of his abandoned personal assets in line with existing laws of the institution.However I have reason very professional and I can use a legal means to present a next of kin of my deceased client. This is legally possible and would be done in accordance with the laws of the land. On this note I decided to search for a credible person and finding that you bear a similar last name, I decided to contact you, that I may, with your consent present you to the "Trustees" as my late client's family member as to enable you put up a claim to the bank in that capacity as a next of kin of my client.I find this possible for the fuller reasons that you are of the same nationality and you bear a similar last name with my late client making it a lot easier for you to put up a claim in that capacity. I have all vital documents that would confer you the legal right to make this claim and would make them available to you so that the proceeds of this bank account valued at £9.8million can be paid to you before it gets confiscated or declared unserviceable to the bank where this huge amount is lodged.I do sincerely sympathize over the death of my client but think it is unprofitable for his funds to be submitted to the government of this country or some financial institution. My aim is to retrieve these funds and let it be claimed by someone with the deceased family name. For this I seek your assistance since I have been unable to locate the relatives for the past 5year nowI seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased since you have the same last name giving you the advantage so that the proceeds of this account can be paid to you and then both of us can share the money, 60% to me and 40% to you. I know there might be other persons out there with the same surname as my last client, but after a little check my instinct tells me to contact you. Can I trust you on this? I shall assemble all the necessary documents that will be used to back up your claim.I guarantee that this will be executed under a legitimate arrangement that will protect you from any breach of the law. I will not fail to bring to your notice that this proposal is hitch-free and that you should not entertain any fears as the required arrangements have been made for the completion of this transfer.Like I said, i require only a solemn confidentiality on this. Please get in touch with me by my alternative email esqscottbailey03@hotmail.com for better confidentiality and send to me your telephone and fax numbers to enable us discuss further on this transaction. My contact number is +44-762-417-2575. If this proposal is acceptable by you, do not take undue advantage of the trust I have bestowed in you, Thanks for your understanding.Kind Regards.Scott Bailey.+44-762-417-2575.N.BWhen calling you dial your country calling code which I think is 011+my number (+44-762-417-2575. That is (011+44-762-417-2575). You can also confirm the code from your service provider
I was going to ignore it, as is usual, but if anyone has a idea for a reply, I will send it!
I was going to offer him a really good deal on the Harbour bridge!
I was going to ignore it, as is usual, but if anyone has a idea for a reply, I will send it!
I was going to offer him a really good deal on the Harbour bridge!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
I'm from the government- I'm here to help you!
[Insert Tui Ad here]
But don't fail to be one of Nanny's compulsary little helpers- OR ELSE!
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1/story.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10428189
Jury duty is one of those tasks I am exempt from- in fact I have never done it- not that I would activly avoid it! (Although I have gotten a few out of it!)
I was exempted as Armed Services and it seem the flag was never removed from my name. Then after a stint in Corrections I got a 'Get out of Court Free' for life.
It would see that Corrections types have a poor opinion of our underclass. Only because we do, mind!
But don't fail to be one of Nanny's compulsary little helpers- OR ELSE!
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1/story.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10428189
Jury duty is one of those tasks I am exempt from- in fact I have never done it- not that I would activly avoid it! (Although I have gotten a few out of it!)
I was exempted as Armed Services and it seem the flag was never removed from my name. Then after a stint in Corrections I got a 'Get out of Court Free' for life.
It would see that Corrections types have a poor opinion of our underclass. Only because we do, mind!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Hurling stuff
I was thinking along the line as the chaps in the above picture, who are happily flinging grenages further than the chaps in the other trench..'Hmmm- this Onager can really fling stuff- maybe we need a projectile that explodes'Trouble is, when bits break off- like the throwing arm- Mr Bomb is not your friend.
Even a small one!
Maybe flinging concrete balls will be enough excitement!
Friday, March 09, 2007
On Police
I see the perennial protesters all turned out to have a crack at their old arch-enemy- the police.
The feral wimmin looked like the usual mob that appear for the usual tired greenie /anti-establishment excused to behave badly.
Do yourselves a favour and get outside the courtroom of the foul bitch that abandoned a child in the bush- or the ones that look on while the piece of shit they are shagging abuses or kills their kids. You might get a litle support for that.
To blame a such a large group (the police) for the UNPROVEN sins of a tiny minority 25 YEARS ago is just bullshit. Predictably, these fembots are all into 'Collective Guilt"- which lefties like to wear as a badge.
Ever hear that group blame crap elsewhere?
All [insert ethnicgroup of choice] are criminals, lazy, smelly, deadbeats...
I think what is really abhorant to these types is sex involving a living penis!
The feral wimmin looked like the usual mob that appear for the usual tired greenie /anti-establishment excused to behave badly.
Do yourselves a favour and get outside the courtroom of the foul bitch that abandoned a child in the bush- or the ones that look on while the piece of shit they are shagging abuses or kills their kids. You might get a litle support for that.
To blame a such a large group (the police) for the UNPROVEN sins of a tiny minority 25 YEARS ago is just bullshit. Predictably, these fembots are all into 'Collective Guilt"- which lefties like to wear as a badge.
Ever hear that group blame crap elsewhere?
All [insert ethnicgroup of choice] are criminals, lazy, smelly, deadbeats...
I think what is really abhorant to these types is sex involving a living penis!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
A worthy cause to consider supporting
I have often ranted on the subject of welfare.I have occasionaly explained that my rantings only concern the parasites that freeload off us all- as a matter of lifestyle choice.
So why do they bug me so much?
Because the are stealing from the genuine cases who need help. Those who deserve the 'Gold-Plated' welfare option. The disabled who have been dealt a shit hand in life.
For them, I would happily pay my taxes- even if they were voluntary!
Intensive teaching/tutoring with Asperger's has been shown to get results and so many of these kids are very talented. The talent just needs unlocking.
I have a child who is at the other end of the ASD spectrum. He is one of the ones who actually recieves funding to help at school. Funding we gratefully recieve and accept.
I'm just hoping he will talk one day.
So I put the politics of another blogger aside- this is about a child who needs help and will do well from it.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Mr Helicopter is not your friend
Turkey Shoot Iraq style!
Update:
I found more info. on this clip- it wasn't a helo as the first link indicated.
This video was taken from an AC130 Specter gunship (plane) two and a half miles away. The guys in the picture are setting up a roadside bomb and planning to ambush an American convoy that followed a short while after the pictures were taken. They were setting up for the ambush and were pacing off the distance the bomb to where the convoy was to pass by.
They were hit with a 40mm cannon. Which is a real shooter when you turn on the laser!
Update:
I found more info. on this clip- it wasn't a helo as the first link indicated.
This video was taken from an AC130 Specter gunship (plane) two and a half miles away. The guys in the picture are setting up a roadside bomb and planning to ambush an American convoy that followed a short while after the pictures were taken. They were setting up for the ambush and were pacing off the distance the bomb to where the convoy was to pass by.
They were hit with a 40mm cannon. Which is a real shooter when you turn on the laser!
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
A New Toy!
I have finally had enough of cranking the Mossberg pump-action with a dud wrist and traded it in.I have replaced it with a semi-auto 20-guage as seen here:
None of this steel shot nonsense with the 20-gauge, as they are exempt! (so far)
I have wanted one of these since I tested one out last year!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Masterton KFC
Two words:
Don't Bother.
The wife caved in to pestering kids and brought 'food' there.
The have matched the rock bottom standards of McD's and started to dig!
One burger was the wrong one, the buns were missing, the dipping sauce was also absent. The latter was sorely missed as the 'chicken' was rock-hard. The chicken popcorn was more like buckshot!
Of course this was only discovered once they got home- 40 minutes from the damned shop.
I await the response to my caustic email!
Don't Bother.
The wife caved in to pestering kids and brought 'food' there.
The have matched the rock bottom standards of McD's and started to dig!
One burger was the wrong one, the buns were missing, the dipping sauce was also absent. The latter was sorely missed as the 'chicken' was rock-hard. The chicken popcorn was more like buckshot!
Of course this was only discovered once they got home- 40 minutes from the damned shop.
I await the response to my caustic email!
Saturday, March 03, 2007
The descent towards La-La Land picks up speed
"After 50 years of being regarded as one of the good things in Kiwi life, Girl Guide biscuits go on sale today fighting a new image as too-sweet baddies.
The biscuits are 25 per cent sugar, and because of this, Nelson's Garin College has banned them and Green Party health spokeswoman Sue Kedgley wants the Guides to change the recipe..."
When will schools stick to doing what they are strugging with- teaching kids to read, write and add up a couple of numbers?
Not friggin' dictate bad food-good food. THAT is the job of parents.
It seems that the role of parent is more and more being taken over by the state. Now nanny wants you to keep their fingers out of the biscuit tin, but you can't slap those fingers away!
Solution? simple- ban the biscuits!
Well, screw you kedgely ya fascist food nazi!- I'm going to buy an extra couple of packets this year AND send them to school with my boys!
I might even butter them- that used to be my favorite way of enjoying a GG biscuit!
Friday, March 02, 2007
Situations for the Vacant
Are you a?
Disfunctional individal with a massive chip on your shoulder?
Unable to relate to other people?
Have a permanantly pessimistic outlook on Life, The Universe and Everything?
A total anal-retentive
If you have:
A permanant lemon-sucking look
No manners
No gratitude
No social graces whatsoever
No talent for anything productive or useful
And like to:
Endlessly find fault
Torment others with petty nit-picking
Feel despised
While being well- paid for it!
Your local council has a position for you!
Disfunctional individal with a massive chip on your shoulder?
Unable to relate to other people?
Have a permanantly pessimistic outlook on Life, The Universe and Everything?
A total anal-retentive
If you have:
A permanant lemon-sucking look
No manners
No gratitude
No social graces whatsoever
No talent for anything productive or useful
And like to:
Endlessly find fault
Torment others with petty nit-picking
Feel despised
While being well- paid for it!
Your local council has a position for you!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Perhaps they could move to france!
The poor are whining again.
here:
Housing is too expensive, they say.
'...Moe Pulelua shares her kitchen with 11 other families but she says emergency housing is better than the street.
"If we want to go to a rent house it's too expensive for us," she says..."
There are reasons that rentals are expensive. Tenants in these areas tend to be hard on other people's property (Their own too, for that matter!)
Landlords have to make a profit, or renting is pointless.
In any case, why should one have what they cannot pay for?
What 'right' do they have to demand more than that?
For most of the 3rd world migrants- take a big cup of STFU. Where you came from, a garage with a concrete floor was modern apartment living!
Garages are dry, cheap clothes are available from the salvos and other do-gooders- that covers warmth and the garden tap provides water as good as that in the million dollar upmarket mansion.
Lastly- consider moving out of Auckland- there is lots of work in the country. (unfortunatly it is WORK!)
here:
Housing is too expensive, they say.
'...Moe Pulelua shares her kitchen with 11 other families but she says emergency housing is better than the street.
"If we want to go to a rent house it's too expensive for us," she says..."
There are reasons that rentals are expensive. Tenants in these areas tend to be hard on other people's property (Their own too, for that matter!)
Landlords have to make a profit, or renting is pointless.
In any case, why should one have what they cannot pay for?
What 'right' do they have to demand more than that?
For most of the 3rd world migrants- take a big cup of STFU. Where you came from, a garage with a concrete floor was modern apartment living!
Garages are dry, cheap clothes are available from the salvos and other do-gooders- that covers warmth and the garden tap provides water as good as that in the million dollar upmarket mansion.
Lastly- consider moving out of Auckland- there is lots of work in the country. (unfortunatly it is WORK!)
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