Worth repeating

Halloween

Quite pleased with my 'Mummy Dogs'



As I refuse to let my children go begging, I wound up hosting a halloween party for a flock of small boys.

The above should sort out any sugar deficencies. (There is plenty more cooking)

Unfortunatly my video choices have been vetoed, so they won't be getting to see Hellboy, Van Helsing or Dracula.

Watch the hand-wringing now!

"Wanganui Mayor Michael Laws says giving the "underclass" money to be sterilised will address our child abuse problem.

Critics last night labelled the suggestion "totalitarian", "draconian" and "reprehensible", and questioned his appropriateness as a city leader.

Mr Laws said the children of beneficiaries, drug addicts and criminals had little chance in life. He was speaking five days after the death of two-year-old Wanganui boy Karl Perigo-Check, the son of a convicted murderer and gang member.

"If we gave $10,000 to certain people and said 'we'll voluntarily sterilise you' then all of society would be better off..."
(emphasis mine)

Damn straight!

Although I would have put a lot less money up front- a grand, a carton of fags and a couple of bottles of vodka would have them lining up!

Laws has simply said that which I hear on a regular basis. The cost of these indiscriminate breeders to us all is huge. Their physically and mentally damaged children will be a drain for the rest of their wretched lives- and they will go on to repeat the cycle.

The hand wringers have had their shot and failed miserably. Time for some harsher medicine.

Update:

The Stuff poll has a 70% approval for this idea!

Getting there

Down to 101kg now, on the way to my target 83kg

I have been doing it using Aitkins to kick-start the process, then just reducing carbs in general, without being too anal about it. A month of dropping at about 1 1/2 kilos a week, then a slow loss of about 250g/week. Right now I'm on the hair-shirt routine until Christmas, then I will take off the remainder slow-time.

What I have finally realised, is that it is not about a diet, but changing my diet and this will be need to be a permanent change. I now know exactly what I can eat and drink while maintaining and that does allow a for bit of leeway!

My peak was 138kg.

Police 10-7

Stupid, drunk and obnoxious.

Does that merit the death penalty?

A trial could be worthwhile...

Saving the stupid from the sizzle

"Wellington City Council has temporarily pulled the plug on free electric barbecue plates at parks after four people – including three young children – suffered burns.

In the latest incident, a two-year-old girl needed treatment from ambulance officers after scorching the soles of her feet on the barbecue while visiting the Otari-Wilton's Bush reserve on Monday afternoon..."

Two words:

*PARENTAL SUPERVISION*

Keep your bloody brats off the BBQ!

"...there had also been one incident at Shorland Park in Island Bay, where a parent put a child on top of the barbecue while using it..."

Not that I would want to use a public BBQ that has in all probability been used as a public toilet...

Helen Clark's secret daughter marries

Hat Tip: Image from Obnoxio

Another new camera to learn how to use

I smell bullshit!

"Kiwis who earn $30,000 or less are the most likely to have a good work-life balance, according to a Government report..."

Now here is a reason to take ALL government reports with a large grain of NaCl!

Could it be they consider the balance good when they are subsidised by other peoples money, by way of Welfare for Families?

Can't really think of any other reason, unless they are some type of ascetic hippie.

What goes around, comes around

"The suicide of a prisoner at Christchurch Men's Prison is being investigated as his family plans to sue the Department of Corrections.

Michael Graham Maxwell was taken off life support on October 16, six days after being found in his cell.

He was serving a sentence for assault, kidnapping and sex with a minor..."

Now why is it that I can't find a whole lot of sympathy for some lowlife who suddenly becomes the victim for a change. (He had a bit of prior form- Maxwell had a conviction for sex with an underage girl, but had been recalled to prison for robbery and burglary offences)

Perhaps when he realizied that the arse bandit that had been at him could be back for another go, he got a taste of his victims had suffered.

One can hope...

P.S.

And when you wonder why Corrections don't like double bunking- this is why.

According to prophecy...

I was sent an intersting email today. Forget the global warming and get in an extra load of firewood!



Subject: To plan your summer for January, it don't look good for the rest of the year, it a bit of reading but it's all good

Returns of a Colder Sun

Wednesday 28th October 2009

Colourful Victorian writer Lady Barker, born Mary Anne Stewart in Jamaica in 1830, lived in New Zealand, England, India, South Africa, Mauritius, Australia and Trinidad. She married twice, had six sons, crossed the Atlantic 15 times, survived cholera and earthquakes in Jamaica, and was almost ship wrecked in the Indian Ocean. Lady Barker produced 18 books based on her travels and experiences. Among them were “Station Life in New Zealand” (1870) and its sequel “Station Amusements in New Zealand” (1873). Both books were based on her three-year experience of living in New Zealand in the 1860s running Steventon, a Canterbury sheep farm on the banks of the Selwyn River, with her second husband Frederick Broome.

In "Station Life in NZ" Lady Barker describes in August 1867 “snow 6 to 9 feet deep in places, 90% of lambs lost, 4 days of very severe snow falling, followed by massive flood.” After that great 1867 snowstorm, through which they lost 4,000 out of 7,000 sheep, Frederick sold his interest in Steventon and returned with Lady Barker to England in December the following year.

Travel forward 36 years now to 1903, and to another book, The Cyclopedia of NZ. We read “In the winter of 1903 the weather at Arrowtown was of a very severe type, and the temperature is said to have receded to a point 28 degrees below zero. This extreme cold resulted in the destruction of the whole of the gum trees, and a considerable number of pine trees; a loss experienced generally throughout the Lake district, where the ruin of so many groves of handsome trees very much modified the picturesque ness, not only of Arrowtown, but also of Queenstown, and the scenery on the roads in the district. In Middlemarch the winter of 1903 will long be remembered as an exceptionally cold season; the temperature registered at Middlemarch on the 17th of July of that year was 13 degrees below zero.”

In our time travel adventure let's jump forward another 36 years to 1939. As described in Tephra Magazine, June 2003 “Probably the worst storm in NZ in the last hundred years occurred during winter of 1939 when snow fell the length and breadth of the country from June through to August. On 31 July the lighthouse keeper at Cape Maria van Dieman, at the top of the North Island, reported snow falling at the lighthouse. A few days earlier it snowed in Dargaville and snow lasted on the hills behind Kaikohe for several hours. In Auckland, snow fell just before dawn 27 July sticking to clothes of people who were about such as milkmen and policemen. 5cm of snow lay on the summit of Mt Eden, Bombay Hills shone white most of the morning and in the Clevedon hills snow lasted into the afternoon and numerous snowball fights took place between people who had never seen snow before.”

Come forward another 36 years. The New Zealand Journal of Ecology 1; 81-83 states “Winter 1974 was unusually wet, winter 1975 was the coldest for many years and summer 1975-76 was wet and unusually cold”. In the previous year, a severe snowstorm in Canterbury and N Otago on 5 and 6 August 1973 had resulted in heavy losses of stock.

The next 36 years lands us in this year, and again an extra cold winter. Why these 36-year jumps? Because 36 years is the Sun's Tide, or more technically the repeatability of the same transit position of what astronomers call the Solar System Barycentre. This means that if you take the orbits of the planets of our solar system and average their centres of gravity to find out their focus, you get a shifting point that swings from one Sun's radius beyond the Sun across to one Sun's radius on the other side, crossing the centre of the Sun every 36 years. This ebbing and flowing tide of extra and less electromagnetism is regular.

The Moon, our nearest celestial neighbour, acting as one of the cosmic planets orbiting the Sun, is tuned to this tide and in turn influences weather events and tides on planet Earth as to a 36-38-year multiple, determining the repeatability of seasons and tides every 18-19 years and of droughts every 9 years. Divide that in two and we find that the Southern Oscillation Index which is close to a 4.5-yr cycle. It is now becoming widely accepted that the SOI leads to El Nino/La Nina conditions that in turn drive ocean temperatures, wind directions and climate fluctuations.

Because of the SSB it is easy to plot 36-38 yearly repeats of severe weather events. There are plenty of good examples if we choose to look for them. The 2005 Hurricanes Katrina and Rita could have been the return of either 1965’s Hurricane Betsy and/or 1969's Hurricane Camille, the worst calamities that far recorded on the Eastern Seabord, and Camille in turn was the most significant event there since the 1933 Chesapeake Bay Disaster, each a 36-yr jump. In this part of the world 2006's Cyclone Larry was 36 years after 1970's Cyclone Ada, and 2006's Cyclone Monica was 18 years (half of 36) after 1988's Cyclone Bola. In 2006 a severe Canterbury winter cold snap was possibly the revisiting of the remarkably similar 1969 winter cold snap. In 2004 the world witnessed the Asian tsunami quake. It was the biggest in the area for 36 years. In 1968 a huge earthquake had registered 8.3mag near Sumatra.

Perhaps then, this does not bode well for winter of 2010, which looks rather frighteningly like the winter of 1939 returning. Temperatures in the world are always tied to solar activity. Without solar radiation, which means heat from the Sun, the ground is not warmed. If the ground is not warmed then neither is the air above the ground, which only gets its heat from the ground below. The air cannot warm itself, and nothing in the air can warm itself (which rules out carbon dioxide) anymore than traces of impurity floating about in the sea can raise ocean temperatures. Without warmth coming from the Sun there is less evaporation, which means less likelihood of rain in the warmer seasons.

For the first half of next year a drought is on the cards for N Otago. Was there a drought 36 years ago in 1974? Many Canterbury farmers will recall that there was. How about 36 years back to 1939? The New Zealand record for a dry period still belongs to Marlborough and their 71-day dry period finishing on 19 April 1939. In 1939 the sunspot count was much less than that of warmer years like 1982, 1988, 1990-1991 and 1999-2000. The 1939 sunspot number was about a third less than for 1938, which some have already compared to 2009.

Because we are not gods we cannot guarantee future outcomes. We imagine what makes us human might be a special ability to remember, recognize patterns and use them to predict. Accordingly we collect stories of our own experiences and we are avid readers of the lives and adventures of others. From historical accounts comes an awareness of cycles. North Otago is facing a 6-month drought, with relief rains not due til next June/July. Canterbury may be into sub 5deg minimums in the middle of next February; an early descent into autumn. In some parts of the country March southwesterlies may make it the coldest March in 50 years. April may be the coldest April in half a century. In May unusual cold might burn kiwifruit vines, and hail and snow do damage to kiwifruit orchards. June brings severe frosts in Central Otago. August may see exceptional snow storms and squalls. In September Christchurch may experience the heaviest snowfall since 1945, with maximums perhaps up to 10deg below normal. October’s unusual cold means spring is slow to start. Thousands of recently shorn sheep in Hawkes Bay and Manawatu may die from cold. January 2011 could be bringing cool, cloudy and wet weather, especially to the east coast. It might not be a bad idea to prepare ourselves for next year when and if Lady Barker’s winter revisits.

Guest Post

Over here at The Firearms Blog

Why I keep my wallet in my pocket

"...Porirua Deputy Mayor Litea Ah Hoi, who visited each destroyed village last week, said there were serious problems with aid distribution.

In some villages, the leader was giving food and water to everyone, rather than those most in need.

In other cases, they would keep some aid for themselves and there were reports of outright rorts among some distributors.

"There are some horror stories in Samoa about truckloads full of goods that are supposed to be taken directly to the villages and the deliverers are actually selling them off into shops, which I just find completely appalling and unacceptable..."

The same old story EVERY time.

Send aid to ANY third-world country and this happens. If it's only SOME of the supplies, they are doing well- usually its almost all.

Slow news day

MSM having trouble finding filler for their fish & chip wrappers, it would appear?

That would have to be the worlds worst kept secret. At least amongst those that can type 'Google'

Fact will always beat fiction!

The 25-pounder gun- above with crew. (the bottom picture taken just down the road from me!)

1800kg of gun.

The ammunition is loaded in two parts- first the projectile is rammed home, then a case with the charge is loaded. There is only a very small amount of traverse available, so if the target moves the whole gun must be dragged around. The normal full crew is six- it can be operated by four.

Read here how ONE MAN fought off an attack with one of these!

Todays offering

Craftsmen in uniform

The Corps of Royal New Zealand Electrical and Mechanical Engineers : an account

by Peter Irwin Cape

"An account of the origins and some of the adventures of the body of men that repair and service the electrical and mechanical equipment of the NZ Army. It was conceived early in 1942, underwent its gestation during the desparate battles that raged in North Africa during that war, and was finally delivered from its parent, the NZ Ordnance Corps in Egypt on 1 December 1942. Christened the NZEME it played no small part in sustaining 2 NZ Division during the pursuit to Runisia and the campaign in Italy. It has since been accorded the distinction and dignity of the title RNZEME, and its members have continued to serve their sovereign in every clime where the NZ Army has subsequently campaigned."

I could take a fair guess that nobody else reading this has a copy on their bookshelf!

Fetch a bucket

I want to puke!

"A group of Otaki primary school pupils have been honoured by Race Relations Commissioner Joris de Bres for acting with dignity in dealing with criticism from Wanganui Mayor Michael Laws.

The pupils, aged 11 to 13, at Otaki School's kura kaupapa unit, were upset with an angry reply from Mr Laws, whom they wrote to in August urging him to insert the letter "h" in Wanganui..."

If ever there was a useless leech in NZ it would be this dickless hand-wringing PC waste of rations!

Time they made him unemployed and abolished the whole worthless office.

Ignore the real stuff and keep storms in a teacup like this going...

UPDATE:

Laws hits back!

"Mr Laws today called for the sacking of Race Relations Commissioner Joris de Bres, calling him an "unelected, liberal stooge" and the award a joke.

"He has no interest in mediating between the races – he has every interest in advancing his politically correct and biased views..."

Life's mysteries

(One of them, anyway)

What is it with women and the need to totally rearrange the house at least once a year?

The place looks like a frickin' tip!

Burning the house down seems like a reasonable alternative right now....

Only in Africa!

Mugabe's Airforce is having a few operational difficulties.

Hat Tip: image from Cowboy Blob

The name suppression farce

"A man who stole war medals from Waiouru Army Museum has been jailed for 11 years.

The man, who has name suppression, was sentenced to six years in prison for the medals heist and sentenced to a further five years in prison for his role in a "mind-boggling" array of sophisticated fraud..."

Good- but WHY THE HELL does he have name suppression?

He has been found GUILTY.

I can understand name suppression for a defendant, but this is just frickin' ridiculous!

Todays NZ book

Tararua, the story of a mountain range by Chris Maclean.

Of particular interest to those who have tramped and hunted in these hill and to those who live in their shadow.

Full of photographs and illustrations old and new, the history of this range is told- exploration, adventure, trailblazing and hut-building.

I love the tales of how REAL men and women dressed in wool and oilskin cut the tracks and built the hut in the spirit of our pioneer past before these days of the DOC nancy's choppering up prefabricated motel units!!

Useless News Butchers

"A former Auckland ambulance driver has admitted sexually assaulting three women in the back of his ambulance..."

FFS- could you cretins get it right for once.

It is Ambulance Officer not friggin' Ambulance Driver!

They ALSO drive the ambulance!

The days of 'scoop and scoot' are long gone.

If they can't get the small details right, how can we trust them with the bigger ones!

And for the record, I hope the judge throws the whole set of volumes at this piece of shit!

Self-defense is a defence

"A man who shot his friend dead at a dinner party has been found not guilty of murder or manslaughter.

Sobbing and screaming was heard in the High Court at Auckland when the jury found Alan Christopher Paul Gundry, 30, not guilty of the murder or manslaughter of Gene Patrick Atkins, 28.

The jury had accepted Gundry's defence that he killed Atkins in self-defence.

Earlier, the jury heard that Gundry, terrified for his young family, had only seconds to decide whether to shoot his friend with a pig-hunting rifle.

Atkins had gone berserk at Gundry's home after a fight with his girlfriend, Sarah Jane Dean, the court heard.

Both men had been friends for years and had spent January 12 this year eating and drinking at Gundry's home..."

The merits of the case aside- I see a clear precident being set here and elsewhere for the use of firearms being a legitimate means of defense.

It's time this fact in law- that one is entitled to defend oneself and others- was further clarified in law, so that these people are not persecuted and impoverished by the crown law office.

I believe that the clarification need to be in the area of not using totally disproportionate force- such as shooting a pamplet deliverer.

The nonsense in the Arms Code about specifically NOT owning firearms for the purposes of self-defense needs to be removed.

While I'm on the subject, let's legalise other means of self-defense such as OC, tasers and stunners. Lots of folk not proficent with or willing to use firearms would be comfortable with one of these devices in their home, car or pocket.

Another offering from my bookshelves

Requiem for a Gasworks

by John S. Pollard

A fascinating read about the history of the Christchurch gasworks and the people who made this misfit work- against all the odds.

A tale to horrify a greenie or an OSH inspector, this book covers an area mostly overlooked by NZ historians- our early utilities. While many have covered rural life, few have said much about life inside the factories or the 'Dark, Satanic Mills' of the early last century.

I remember the fuming, stinking monster from my early days in Christchurch and later as I excavated trenches in the city streets- the smell from leaking gas pipes still permeated the soil many years after the works demise.

A must read for the enthusiast of past ways of life.

News or... Olds

Yesterday there was a drama in Featherston. The footpath just down the road, near the kindergarten, was cordoned off as a crime scene.

Word has it that a driver deliberately drove up onto the footpath to hit a kid on a bike. Certainly there are scrapes on the concrete and the paint marks police use to indicate evidence.

But nothing in the local or national news!

I thought that they loved this sort of thing.

I suppose I will have to go to the town clearing house for all news to find out (The supermarket)

Todays NZ Book

Shooting From The Lip- Lee Hughes

All he wanted was a snappy uniform, a girlfriend and a sports car.

There are easier ways than joining the NZ Army as an officer cadet, but he was young...

A candid tale of life in the NZ Army during the seventies & eighties. Definetly not the story the brass would like published, as the exploits of young blokes with excessive sex drives, fueled with cheap alcohol and testosterone are exposed.

As one who was there then- I have met the author and knew many of the characters in this book- I can vouch for its authenticity- although a few legends have been added to the true accounts!

I'm not revealing which is which- you try and figure that one out!

A time now gone

Jim Henderson wrote quite a few books on this theme- collections of rural NZ life. Indeed, life in NZ back them WAS mostly about rural life. Cities were mostly support centers for the farms.

These tales are a step back in time to a very different New Zealand to the one of today. Ordinary people just getting on with life. Quite inspiring when you think you have had a hard day to go back in time and read of the hard daily grind through Jim's pages.

A life without so many things we take for granted now.

A time when 'Poor' was the default setting- when workers had far less than todays poor hard done by beneficiaries ;-)

Isolation, deprivation and back-breaking toil- yet without being resentful of their lot in life.

A life we have now lost- for better or worse...

The Untouchables

Much about little and little about much.

There is a huge media outcry with all the usual wailing and gnashing of teeth over the actions of a few silly schoolboys, who are not really worth a mention of any sorts.

Yet the comment "Why are we fighting whakapapa against whakapapa? There's so much enemy that is not brown." used by a MINISTER OF THE CROWN is all over and forgotten by the MSM (who to their credit broke the story) I had to use a bloggers link to find the article (thanks KG!)

They should have gotten onto this like a German Shephard with his teeth around a burglars testicles!

But no somebody might(probably would) declare them racist for holding a taxpayer-funded official accountable for what REALLY IS a contemptable statement.

Far worse than using suicide to make a valid point about ACC...

NZ Book Month

Not the sort of book I would normally pick up, but I started following the story as it was narrated on the radio. I only got to hear five installments before my evening commute to night watch ended with a shift change- then quite some time later I found a copy amongst the wife's collection.

This tale is the New Zealand 'Angela's Ashes' and is a morbidly fascinating window on lower class urban life in the 1930-40's.

Much has been written on rural life, now here is a story of life in Christchurch. Run-down rental housing- if you could get it, factories not far removed from the pages of Dickens, neglect, feckless fathers and shagging on the banks of the Avon. (Not much has changed, really...)

For those who delight in tales of human misery, this does not disappoint- but this tale tells it the way it was, warts and all.

German PC Artillery

Can't go upsetting the locals with a noisy gun, so...

Hat Tip: The Firearms Blog

Another pathetic sentence

Nineteen years for brutally murdering two women in cold blood.

PATHETIC!!!

That should have been two consecutive minimum 17 year terms, even in our soft-cock system.

To me, he should be swinging in the breeze tomorrow at dawn!

When you actually need one...

I passed six traffic cop cars between Featherston and Masterton today.

No wonder they have a backlog of other cases.

The irony is that with all the slow-movers on this road, you can only do about 90k tops! It's only in the small hours I can go town-to town at 1ook!

Science- try to learn some

The kid was never on this balloon.

Having sent a few weather ballons up, it would take a lot more volume than that to lift a six-year old boy and the gondola. [Image here.]

It takes a ballon inflated with HYDROGEN to about 1.8 metres diameter to lift a sonde of less than a kilo to that sort of altitude.

Somehow I doubt they were using hydrogen in a back yard setting! (I would hope not any way!)

I bet he has slipped the mooring and is now in hiding, fearing the beating to come!

Update:

Yep- I was right!

Money for nothing

Friday
Max: 18 °C	Min: 9 °C
(Day)	(Overnight)
Mainly fine, chance shower. Northwesterly easing.

http://www.metservice.co.nz/public/localWeather/masterton.html

The rain outside sounds like a cow pissing on a concrete floor.

Why are we pouring millions into a 'service' that continually gets it wrong?

My dicky knee does a better job at forecasting!

Dutiful parent stuff

Today I went along to the school 'Talent' show (normally an oxymoron)

Unlike those 'X has talent' TV atrocities you are not allowed to heckle or throw stuff.

I was very impressed by the performance of my youngest. Instead of the usual musical numbers or string of christmas cracker jokes, he gave a SPEECH on life without electricity!

This was to an audience of 150+ It would have taken a team of mules to drag me up there at that age!

He spoke well without hesitation and got a laugh out of the crowd as he told them that his mum wouldn't be able to use the vaccuum cleaner and would have to pick everything up and burn it!

Not bad for seven years old!

Paranoid

There seem to be a LOT of earthquakes up and down the country lately- not the very little wobbles that go on all the time, but quakes of aroung magnitude 5.

Is something coming?

Do YOU have YOUR emergency stores in order- I don't want to loose any of my readers ;-)

Myself, I carry WAY over the recommended three days worth of supplies- more like a months supply of dried food. I work on the reasoning that the cities will get all the aid and rural areas will be mostly left to fend for themselves- something we would cope with better.

Should have done the job properly

If we had hung this shit-eating scrote, there wouldn't be a whole sackfull of our money wasted on his appeal!

Acedumics

"Otago University has banned alcohol advertising and sponsorship from its events, following drunken behaviour at the institution's orientation event.

The ban was made yesterday, with the university council endorsing a recommendation made by vice-chancellor Professor Sir David Skegg, the Otago Daily Times reported.

The ban, believed to be the first of its type in New Zealand, took effect immediately..."

This is meant to achieve something?

But hell, if I lived in Dunedin, I think I would stay shit-faced most of the time too!

An observation

It's a funny old world.

Those who have done truely remarkable things don't want to be reminded of them.

Those who achieve fuck-all want to be reminded of their miniscule 'achievements' continually- and demand 'respect' for their pathetic nothings...

Sympathy

Here I can feel it.

Retrospection

When I went to school in the seventies, those who wanted to make a living using their hands were denigrated and labeled 'thickos'

There were three streams:

'Language'
'Commercial'
and
'Practical'

The practical stream was where all those now called 'special needs' were shunted and if you wanted to take classes in engineering, woodwork and suchlike YOU were treated as mildly retarded.

That was then.

Now is several order of magnitude worse.

I have noticed that nothing much has changed. Academics still push the 'clean hands approach' as the way to earn a living.

Great.

Next time you pay what you consider an outrageous bill to unblock your crapper on a sunday afternoon or restore your water/gas/electricity- take a deep breath and suck it up.

Your sparkie or plumber has to charge that to fill the tanks on his boat!

Now get back to marking next weeks assignments- you need to pay for your third-hand Toyota!

Chris Muir for a Nobel Prize!

His Day by Day cartoon makes mincemeat out of what passes for literature in them circles!

In Chris Muir's case, a picture is worth 10,000 words!

Wrong!

"Few police pursuits uncover evidence of serious crimes and the risks often outweigh the benefits, an Independent Police Conduct Authority (IPCA) report says.

Police assistant commissioner operations Viv Rickard said he had read the report and accepted its findings and recommendations..."

No, no, no, no, NO!

You STOP when directed- there are NO other options!

If you have been stopped for no proper reason- THEN you raise all hell- and the police should be accountable for a wrongful stop- and I'm not talking a mistaken identity or a similar plate here, but when a citizen going about their lawful way had been unlawfully detained.

Transmogrification

BEFORE

AFTER

Ya talk the talk- do ya walk the walk?

"My message to the gangs is clear. This Government is coming after your business and we will use every tool we have to destroy it. We will be ruthless in our pursuit of you and the evil drug you push."

So sayeth John Key.

I will believe it when I see it.

Talk is cheap- at least to you, who pays for it with our money.

I would like to believe you.


But I don't.

Day By Day does it again!

Wobble!

A wee earthquake just passed through.

And no- I haven't been drinking!

UPDATE:

3165869/G
Universal Time	October 10 2009 at 5:02
NZ Daylight Time	Saturday, October 10 2009 at 6:02 pm
Latitude, Longitude	41.17°S, 174.61°E
Focal Depth	40 km
Richter magnitude	4.8
Region	Wellington
Location	20 km north-west of Wellington

Felt throughout the Wellington region.

Feckin' NIMBY's

"...Meridian Energy wants to erect about 45 turbines it claims could power up to 40,000 homes on hill country close to Nga Waka a Kupe or Kupe's canoes, south-east of the town on the Martinborough-Pirinoa Road..."

Great- that is enough power for the whole district- Nice green energy- Hooray!

But no- The site is 'Sacred' (easly fixed by the customary payoff to appease the sky pixies) and 'it would spoil our view' Liek Makara, the site is out the back of nowhere populated by a handful of loudmouthed 'Lifestylers' who don't want their precious landscape changed!

This site is one of the best for steady winds in NZ (it always blows like a bastard up there!) It is miles from town and you wouldn't even see it from town, unlike the wirlygigs at Woodville. There is no way you would hear them.

But there is no pleasing the greenie mob, so why bother trying to appease them- just build the bloody things!

Witchsmeller Pursuivant

There can be few more contemptable than those who seek to cash in on a personal tragedy.

Like these lowlife.

I can put up with witch doctors playing silly-buggers with dumbarses who deserve to be taken for a ride, but to use a kidnapping to (IMNSHO) beat up a bit of free publicity for their trash entertainment TV show is lower than a snakes arse!

Parents with a missing child will clutch at any straws thrown their way. To give them false hope makes me want to punish the phony responsible in a tradition way.

The ducking stool is the first step for a wannabe witch.

Then we bring kindling...

Send them your snot!

Yet again the latest version of the Nanny State goes for the bottom denominator, with an effective ban on effective cold relief.

Who is really going to pay the doctors pimp money to get what should be a low cost medication available over the counter? (thats assuming you can get an appointment before your cold runs its course)

As for 'getting tough with the gangs'- pull the other one- they bring it in by the kilo. It's the wannabes that buy OTC for cooking.

If you REALLY want to get tough, apply the death penalty for supplying meth- but you don't have the scrotes for that!

My idea for a protest against this 'more labor than labor' statism- Send them your snot!

Next time you have a cold, save up your snotty tissues and send them to John Boy!

Cry me a river

"More than 180,000 people are likely to miss out on night classes next year following funding cuts, Labour says.

In May's budget, funding for adult community education was cut from $16 million to $3 million, with the Government saying it paid for hobby courses.

Since then there has been intense criticism of the cut, with opponents saying courses will be slashed..."

Ever consider running the courses and seeing if people will pay for them- you may be suprised. I have done a couple years ago and the courses were excellent- I would have happily have paid plenty more that the cost asked.

These hobby courses should never have been subsidised! If one wants to go along and learn wood-turning, speak spanish or make pottery they should be paying for it out of their own pockets.

TANSTAFFL!

Tough Penalty- Yeah, right.

"Disgraced former MP Taito Phillip Field's jail sentence shows no one is above the law, Labour and National politicians say.

Field has been jailed for six years, with the sentencing judge saying his offending threatened the foundation of democracy and justice..."

Sounds like a resonably stiff sentence on the face of it.

But what will actually happen is that after serving a very short part of it (in mimimum security), he will be out on home detention.

I would bet on it!

Pull yer pistols!

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head--and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway,
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands--my God! but that man could play.

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A helf-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars?--
Then you've a hunch what the music meant...hunger and might and the stars.

And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowded with a woman's love--
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true--
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge,--the lady that's known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through--
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

The music almost dies away...then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill...then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell...and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark;
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two--
The woman that kissed him and--pinched his poke--was the lady known as Lou.

After 12 gills of Navy Rum...

It's either going to be:

Dangerous Dan McGrew

Ivan Skavinshi Skavar

or Ayn Rand

Do you feel lucky- punk?

Late Sunday night after 6 navy rum & coffees

nafu: situation normal, all fucked up
janfu: joint army and navy fuckup
susfu: situation unchanged: still fucked up
fumtu: fucked up more than usual
tarfu: things are really fucked up
fubb: fucked up beyond belief
fubar: fucked up beyond all recognition
sapfu: surpassing all previous fuckups

George Washington said, “An army of asses led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by an ass.”

Yeah- plagarised (or however the fuck that is spelled) from Theo Spark- you should know where the sidebar link is by now. This blog does not encourage non-thinking types so look for it yourselves, if you have not had the good taste to add him to your bookmarks!

Quote for the day

"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."- George Bernard Shaw.

Dare to be 'unreasonable'!

Bott on the Landscape

"...Leef's lawyer, Michael Bott, asked for a sentence with a strong rehabilitation element, citing Chief Justice Sian Elias' July speech, in which she called the prison system a ''monster factory'', with negative effects compounded by double bunking.

''A long period of imprisonment may ... result in a greater risk to society in the future,'' Mr Bott said.

''He is as much a victim as those he assaulted.''

But Judge Denys Barry told Leef that the only sentence that ''protects the community from this sort of pack predation is imprisonment...''

The sort of aplologist bullshit is why a great many people would like to see defense lawyers hanging from lamp-posts!

Monster factory indeed- it's monster containment. I would dearly love to see Bott double bunked with a few of the charmers from the institutions I have worked in!

Token visit

No-one seems to read blogs on Friday.

Some lucky buggers can still drink beer!

I'm off writing space opera.

BTW- you don't explode when you get thrown out of the airlock!

It's LAMPSHADE time for the marketing manager!

Charity

It's really simple- If you feels so inclined, you pull out your wallet- or you may volunteer goods or services.

It isn't charity when you stick you hand into somebody else's pocket against their will. That is theft in my book- wherever that money is going it ain't where it should be.

Let those who EARN the money decide where it goes- or stays.

It's their friggin money!

Is this such a hard bloody concept to understand?