My opinions on matters of the day that, generally, have pissed me off. Being described as a 'Surly Curmudgeon', by those who meet me on a good day, I have a poor regard for the human species. This is my place for my free speech- not bloody yours. Crap under your own rock.
Friday, March 31, 2006
The stitch-up failed- or did it?
Trouble is, shit still sticks, so that's effectivly their careers over. I always thought this reeked of a stitch-up. All of these historical trials with zero physical evidence are just 'you say-I say'.
When you have a witness that supports the defense, that pushes it clearly out of the 'beyond resonable doubt' zone.
Of course, in court black can be white and up can be down, so it's all a toss of the coin much of the time.
This time the coin landed right way up. But damage is done, regardless- again- shit always sticks.
Somebody has set this whole thing up- I doubt Nicholas came forward of here own accord. Somebody else has shafted her for their own purposes, which may have been equally well served by just the trial- a conviction was not needed.
That's my theory, anyway.
Thought for Today
Thursday, March 30, 2006
UK Liarbour sleaze & corruption site
I reckon we have enough material for a NZ version of this site!
Trail by Jury
"when you are innocent, a jury trial is like playing Russian roulette with three chambers charged in the cylinder.
If guilty, always go for a jury trial, as the jurors can be swayed by the most inconsequental item."
What is a Jury?
Twelve people not clever enough to get out of doing Jury duty for $37/per diem (or some suchlike pittance)
Twelve people who would not be missed from their place of employment.
I could always get my workers off, with a quick letter- they got the option but they all wanted me to get them out of it.
For those who have never spent time in court, it is ABSOLUTLY NOTHING like portrayed on television. There is no drama, there are no brilliant pleas, no clever evidence presented by the lawyers- it's as dull as dishwater, the tedium only broken by something like the judge giving one of the defense wankers a blast for wasting time- they are inclined to do that, when they have their trotters in the public trough.
The defendant usually sits there like the unanimated cabbage that he is when not fueled by chemicals and at least one or two of the jury will be nodding off at any one time. They generally only nut off in the holding cells out of sight.
I urge anyone with a day to burn to sit in the public gallery, just to see what it's like. Once would be enough. Or you could do it the hard way and do your jury duty.
Things you don't tell the wife #657 and the minimum wage
I always do the cleaning when she was out, least she find out how quick I can actually get it done- it takes her three hours, but I learned in a far harder school!
She has the wage worker mentality- she does a fair job, but at a relaxed pace. I prefer to work to a deadline- and beat it.
In the army, cleaning, like everything, had to be done fast and faultlessly. Later, I worked as a cleaning contractor- time is money, but you need to be good enough to keep contracts. I got into this work after a sucession of shiftless, useless cleaners, employed by various cleaning companies. I decided to do the work myself- office cleaning is easy money and good money as my charge out rate was $25/hour. I would cost a job working like a wage-slave, knowing I could do it in under 1/2 the time.
When I had to stop, due to moving, the outfit I cleaned for couldn't believe how cheap I was- the new quotes were more than twice what I were charging and I was charging like a wounded bull!
I could run way leaner, as I had no staff overheads or staff problems. These useless immigrant fucks The cleaning companies sent me should have been working for two loaves of bread and a tin of sardines per week, for all they were worth!
If the minimum wage keeps going up, I can see more of the smaller companies cutting back to owner/operator.
Be careful what you wish for.
Thought for Today
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Why spend hundreds of millions on prisons? Here is the answer. Modular, cheap and spartan.
They don't need toilets in their cells- a 10 litre pail does just fine- it could even have a lid!
Showers and toilet modules are also available, although I see no problem in outdoor facilities.
Ring the whole damned facility in four layers of barbed wire and you have a facility built in days rather than years.
Never mind the landscaping- the crims have plenty of time on their hands for barrowing gravel for paths and laying lawns- on what land isn't used for growing cabbages and potatoes.
A 'Alternative Lifestyle' Story
Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist. Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.
One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.
"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"
Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form. "But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?" Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for women to oppress each other, since all women were equally oppressed until all women were free.
"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?" And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical women's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.
"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?" But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health". Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.
Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors. Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.
She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.
She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture of solidarity." The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone." Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."
Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house. But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch." The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you." Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!" "You forget that I am optically challenged," the Wolf replied. "And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have." The Wolf said, "Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child." "And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"
The Wolf could not take any more of these species slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"
The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her. At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.
"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper. "And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college entrance exams."
"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species! This is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.
"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner." "No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any aspirin?"
"Sure," said the Wolf.
"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Maalox?"
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I don't like her, either
I could just see this statue being used for photo poses by drunken rugby teams, just like a similar one in Christchurch (On St Asaph Street, near those hippy shops, if I remember right)
Otherwise, I suppose pigeons need something to shit on...
It's not just Me!
Only in Japan...
It seems they do in Japan too!
Monday, March 27, 2006
Thought for Today
I think somebody might have a copy of 'Mein Kampf' tucked inside the cover of 'Das Kapital' and has been studying it...
A Root in every Bottle!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
What be your Pirate name?
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Today's Joke (or perhaps- wishful thinking)
Suddenly a man knocks on the window.
The driver rolls down his window and asks, "What happened?"
"Terrorists kidnapped Helen Clark and are asking for a $10 Million ransom, otherwise they are going to douse her with petrol and set her on fire. We are going from car to car to take up a collection"
The driver asks, "How much is everyone giving on average?"
"About a litre."
A replica of the US Civil War rifle. Firing a .58" slug, it hits with quite a wallop!
Certainly makes the steel target plates ring and can hit them at 200 metres.
Bastard Virus Bit me!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Thought for Today
- Eric Hoffer
Fun & games in the world of Blogging
Peter has slammed Ian Wishart, who is now using the 'S' word
I thougth Jorno's had thicker hides than that and that the only thing worse than being talked about was not being talked about!
I don't have a lot of time for ANY journo's- Ive been misquoted/inaccuratly repoted too many times, and I have not had a lot of exposure to the antique media.
Let men make that crystal clear- IN stories I have been personally involved in-EVERY SINGLE time they have got the story wrong, in some way.
Taboids and the religious are two groups that also belong to the rather long list of things I don't care for, but, hey- you have probably read my profile!
You can add those who threaten suing to the list. What ever happened to 'Meet me on the field of honour, at dawn!' ?
Friday, March 24, 2006
What's it like?
How about the REAL issue of the day-
What's the new XBOX360 like?
Anyone out there got one yet?
I'm going to do what I always do- wait another couple of years before buying one...
Useless bloody do-gooders!
Let the bastards rot- a train-load of these wankers isn't worth the life of one soldier.
They don't need to be there- after all, they could be just as effective praying from home!
Don't feel sorry for them when some wog decides to saw their empty heads off. They will be going where they all are to wanting to go- aren't they?
We need more Creeps!
Helen Clark is not impressed by Mr Wishart whom she calls a scandal-monger. She described him as the "sort of creep who really delights in picking out any little thing that people might have in their background....
"We are not amused..."
To quote the line from 'Under Seige'
"...I don't care what he cost- I wish you had hired him for us..." (or suchlike)
Clarkenfuerer just wishes they had a muck-raker of Ian's caliber on-board. Amatuers just can't compete with a pro.
I bet the whole state machine has been set on Ian's affairs, looking for a misplaced return or the slightest tax issue!
Keep your arse firmly against the concrete!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Another interesting Blog
Nanny Knows Best
A commentary on a nanny state out of control
Scary stuff, given that we tend to blindly follow the UK's path downwards...
The Weekly Baxter
Interesting website of the week
A fine solution to the congenitally idle!
My proposal is to bring back this fine institution for those who have chosen a 'work-free' lifestyle and those who habitually commit crimes while on the dole.
Drug-addled wastrels and senseless breeders could well do with a spell on the treadmill too! The luxury model above has a roof, but that could be dispensed with. Modern materials are much more rust-resistant!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Not all MSM are Liarbour toadies....
"In the shallow gene pool of the Clark ministry, David Parker stood out, The Dominion Post writes in an editorial. The prime minister believes him "exceptionally able". He is also young, personable if reserved, and can boast something almost no one else in Cabinet can: that he is a successful businessman and lawyer who did not spend his formative years suckling at the public teat..."
I love it- that's calling a spade a friggin' shovel.
I want to see more of this! Telling people what this pack of degenerates actually are!
Way to go, Dompost!
Thought for Today
More govamint scare-mongering
NZers drinking water not up to standard
22 March 2006
More than a million New Zealanders are drinking water which is either not up to standard or not being monitored properly, according to a Ministry of Health review released yesterday....
Yet another example of overregulation and the nanny state obsession with compliance . I't not at all that our water is bad- just that it is too hard/expensive to comply with the letter of the law.
I can't say I have heard of mass burials of typhus victims. Thousands layed low by the filth we consume. Outbreaks of Cholera, stock poisonings, blah, blah, blah...
I lived on tank water for years as a kid- water gathered from the roof of the house for you urbanites! A large part of NZ did and we were none the worse for it. We sure learned not to waste it.
Bitch about our water- you will soon find yourself paying a lot more for it. I'm sure testing in an accredited lab will cost more that the actual water treatment...
Meddlers in Time
I suppose I had better finish off the next one now!- only about 15,000 words to go on that.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Thought for Today
Monday, March 20, 2006
Lesson for Today
I just saw a clip for a 'news' story about 'the most racist city in NZ.
What a load of complete and utter crap!
How the hell can a city be 'racist'?
That is something only an individual can be, or perhaps a group, but never a whole friggin' city, FFS!
More collectivist claptrap from the MSM wankers!
Thought for Today
All cleaned up!
We have already started planning Trail's End 2007 and that should be even bigger & better.
Looks like we may have even made some money, which is good- it keeps the subs down!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Back to the 21st century- damn!
Great people, tons of outstanding food & drink, long hot summer days and a heap of big-bore guns & ammo!
My shopping list has gotten even longer, as at these sort of events, everyone is happy to let you try out their favorite rifle, pistol or shotgun and I have got to shoot a lot of stuff that I have only previously read about.
I didn't do a hell of a lot of shooting, as I was mainly involved in the running of the event, but still got a couple of shoots in.
The log chop was a lot of fun! Teams of seven fire a mix of shotguns, pistols and rifles at an upright post until it is cut in two, best time wins. The big .45 slugs don't take too long to smash a log in half- typical winning times are around thirty seconds.
Blogger won't let me put any images up- I will have to try later
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
The Weekly Baxter
I'll be back!
I'm off until Monday.
Four days at a Frontier & Western shooters gathering. Black powder cap & ball, sixguns & leather, buffalo rifles, sawn-off shotguns, saloon girls, whiskey, barbequed steak and lashings of political incorrectness!
Setting the clock back to the late 19th century tommorrow morning!
Hang on a minute...
Hat tip to David and Kiwiblog, for the link to this story in Granny Herald
Queenstown man Brian McMillan said his daughter also experienced "severe and continuous text bullying" last year. She became withdrawn and refused to go back to school. Despite changing her phone number, the bullying continued.
His daughter had become so depressed that Mr McMillan called Telecom and asked that the number be immediately disconnected.
He thought that because the phone was registered to his name, stopping the account would not be a problem. But he said Telecom told him the user of the phone had to consent. "I gave them the reasons why and pleaded with them. They refused, saying that the only way this could happen was for me to report the phone stolen and file a police report."
Mr McMillan said getting his daughter's consent was impossible. "Can you imagine the screaming match if I tried to physically take the phone from her? It's a social lifeline."
OK, who else has spotted the glaring contradiction here- she is soooo depressed, but won't give the phone up. What do you really want, you stupid girl- attention, I would bet.
And your father needs to get a backbone- fuck the hysterics, go and get your hammer!-it's not a frickin' lifeline, it's a noose!
I would bet there are more issues here than the friggin' phone!
Then there are the stories of death threats by text, left on answerphones. Threatening to kill IS a serious offense. If the schools wimps out, so what- they are not in the business of policing. File a complaint with the police and make a nusiance of yourself until they do their job- it may take that to get them off revenue collection.
Now the curly question- how will Nanny State overreact to this isssue?
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Town houses, urban living, public transport, nightclubs, playcentre on a wet day and caravan parks.
What do they have in common?
They are all proof of man's insanity.
Any animal placed into an enclosure that is far too small will go mad. Man is the only species to do that to himself, of his own free will!
Tiny apartments, 'cubicle farm' office space, suburban living where you can spit from house to house. Adjoining buildings devoid of soundproofing- this list goes on and on.
Why the hell do we do this to ourselves!
Personally, I go to the other extreme and would prefer to live Dan'l Boone style, with the nearest house a day's march away- that's adequate elbow room!
Until I win lotto, it's compromise with a 1/4 acre section, well-planted around the boundaries- and that's too damn close!
None of your friggin' business!
Gay genes or not gay genes - it's nobody's business but their own.
Damn right- when I saw Peter's post, I remembered a quote for Robert Heinlein's character, Lazarus Long- always a good source of quotes for the moment!
"The correct way to punctuate a sentence that starts: "Of course it's none of my business, but..." is to place a period after the word "but". Don't use excessive force in supplying such a moron with a period. Cutting his throat is only a momentary pleasure and is bound to get you talked about."
Sensible Sentencing -Website of the month
A hell of a lot of interesting information on this site, including an violent offender database, statistics on the true cost of crime and information on violent crime in NZ, in general.
There is also a survey for police reform
"Many experienced and conscientious police have had enough. They are frustrated and angry. They feel that their dedication is taken advantage of, and wasted.
Some who have left want to speak out about the conditions that drove them out. Others who are still in the force want to speak out, demanding reforms.
Many of these police formed their values and their sense of service and duty when their objectives were more straightforward. Political correctness has driven many frustrating changes.
The following list of reform demands was put together from discussion with these frustrated police. It does not cover them all. It is intended as a menu of practical demands a government can respond to."
Monday, March 13, 2006
Tar and Feathers time!
BY PIERS FULLER
Park staff were shocked to discover one of Queen Elizabeth Park's most well-loved characters dead and mangled in his cage yesterday morning.
George the cockatoo had been ripped to pieces and partially eaten after someone had cut his cage open and set a dog on to the birds sometime between 9pm on Thursday night and Friday morning.
The birds' keeper Kelly King, who had looked after George and Charlie for over four years, was in tears yesterday morning as she handled George's remains and tried to calm his widowed mate.
She said she could not comprehend what would motivate someone to perpetrate such a mindless act.
Myself and my children have spent a many hours chatting with these birds.
The scum responsible should be flogged, left for a couple of days in the stocks, with the corpse of the dead bird hung around their neck.
Then they should be flogged some more, tar & feathered, then run out of town.
Good friggin' riddance, you peice of shit!
May many of your sort follow you- soon!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Chinese Rice Wine
Then I remembered two old bottles of Chinese Rice Wine- the sort that can be had very cheaply (and illegally) at those oriental warehouses...
It seems to be working, although I could be drinking Jeyes fluid. probably not, as Jeyes has somewhat more pleasant phenyol aftertaste.
My wife has reacted as if she has found me eating a large plate of carrion and I know the bottle will be my only comfort tonight....
Having a bad Sunday
Getting head-on'd at 0730 on a Sunday morning. You would think the drunks had all made it home by now, but NOOOO, I had to find one.
The damage doen't look so bad in these pictures. That's from a combined impact speed of at least 130k, I'm told.
It doesn't matter how good a driver you are when someone comes around a blind corner on the wrong side of the road, at way over the speed limit.
I had exactly enough time to go 'Fuck', and pull the wheel over just far enough to save my legs from being crushed.
His passenger wasn't so lucky.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Bruce, CEO of fosters, shouted to the barman:" In Asstrylya, we make the best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a bloody fosters, mate".
Bob, CEO of budweiser, calls out next:"In the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, gimme a bud".
Hans steps up next: "In Deutschland ve invented das beer,. Give me ein becks, das ist der real king of beers, danke".
Paddy, CEO of guinness, steps forward : "Barman, would ya give me a diet coke with ice and lemon, tank ya sur".
The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Bruce asks :" Are you not going to drink a guinness, Pat ?"
Paddy replies" well, if you pansies ain't drinking, den noither am I!"
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Hat Tip to Silent Running!
Sleeping Beauty said, "I believe myself to be the most beautiful girl in the world."
Tom Thumb said, "I must be the smallest person in the world."
Quasimodo said, "I absolutely have to be the ugliest person in the world."
They all decided to go to the Guinness Book of World Records to have their claims verified.
Sleeping Beauty went in first and came out looking deliriously happy. "It's official, I AM the most beautiful girl in the world."
Tom Thumb went next and emerged triumphant, "I am now officially the smallest person in the world."
Sometime later, Quasimodo comes out looking utterly confused and says."Who the hell is Helen Clark?
Todays PC bollocks and busybodying
Graeme MacCormick, a former Human Rights Commissioner, said the needs/risk assessment could be done in most cases by the health professional primarily responsible for the birth itself. He said if the assessment was objective and mandatory it could not be deemed selective. "Although there are personal information, privacy, choice and freedom issues ... the right of children to the best possible start in life and societal benefits should and must outweigh the rights of parents and caregivers," Mr MacCormick, a retired district and family court judge, said
More at Granny Herald:
What can I say but 'Fuck you, asshole!- eat shit and die!'
Then there is more Here
The wreck of the old frigate Wellington has broken in half off Island Bay in Wellington and has been declared off-limits to divers. The ship was sunk as an artificial reef and dive zone last November and has been visited by scores of divers. A month after the sinking the trust that sank the ship said it was showing no signs of movement.
I mean, diving is inherently dangerous- let's just ban it or better still, regulate and tax the hell out of it!
Friggin' nanny state cotton-wool wraping extends still further...
On Cotton-wool issue,
This poor bastard is being hounded (as if he isn't suffeing enough already), for doing what we have done forever.
Manslaughter for something all of us in rural areas have done. Before quad bikes, it was bicycles, horses, trolleys. The sad fact is and was that kids get hurt. So what we do now is remove the risks- then when they reach their teens they try the same dumb stunts, but in high-powered cars.
They haven't learned that failing to take a corner has consequences. I learned by loosing skin- some broke bones and dare I say it, vary rarely one died.
It the same attitude that has all the school pools closing, as the grey-shoe wearers think that maybe a kid might catch something from the water.
So they can't swim.
How many have drowned because they can't swim?
More than have died from pool-water poisoning, that much is certain...
Dairy farmer Gavin John Vanner was today found not guilty in the High Court at New Plymouth of the manslaughter of his four-year-old daughter Molly who was killed riding his quad bike. Vanner, 37, was also found not guilty of the lesser charge of committing criminal nuisance by endangering his daughter's life in allowing her to ride the quad bike on August 30 on the family farm at Kakaramea in South Taranaki.
The Weekly Baxter
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
As love for animals is topical...
After being there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set. One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect night for romance. As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely Aussie. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.
But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep. After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the man had ever seen. She was in a pretty bad way when he rescued her and he slowly nursed her back to health. When the young maiden was well enough, he introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance. Pretty soon, the Aussie started to get "those feelings" again.
He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear "Would you mind taking the dog for a walk."?
The Weturn of the Wabbit Wooter
The Judge says he isn't mad- just another brain-fried P-head, so don't bother with the insanity plea, freak!
SYDNEY: An Auckland-born financier accused of mutilating and killing 17 rabbits and a guinea pig has lost a second bid to have the charges dismissed on mental health grounds.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Weird Blog of the Week
Our forms, our forms, our forms are on fire...
Libertarianz To BBQ Census Forms
Monday, March 06, 2006
New US hunting Regulations
Sec 370.01 Any person with a valid in-state rodent or snake hunting license may also hunt and harvest attorneys for recreational and sport(non-commercial) purposes.
Sec 370.02 Taking of attorneys with traps or deadfalls is permitted. The use of currency as bait, however, is prohibited.
Sec 370.03 Stuffed or mounted attorneys must have a state health department inspection for rabies and vermin.
The willful killing of attorneys with a motor vehicle is prohibited, unless such vehicle is an ambulance being driven in reverse. If an attorney is accidentally struck by a motor vehicle, the dead attorney should be removed to the roadside and the vehicle should proceed immediately to the nearest car wash.
Sec 370.05 It is unlawful to chase, herd or harvest attorneys from a power boat, helicopter or aircraft.
Sec 370.06 It is unlawful to shout, "WHIPLASH", "AMBULANCE", or "FREE SCOTCH" for the purposes of trapping attorneys.
Sec 370.07 It is unlawful to hunt attorneys within 100 yards of BMW, Mercedes or Porsche dealerships except on Wednesday afternoon. Sec 370.08 It is unlawful to hunt attorneys within 200 yards of courtrooms, law libraries, health clubs, country clubs, hospitals or brothels except on Saturday and Sunday.
Sec 370.09 If an attorney gains elective office, it is not necessary to have a license to hunt, trap, bag, shoot or possess the same. Use of any type killing device is legal including shotguns with the choke removed, high powered rifles, handguns of any caliber, all types and kinds of game traps and snares. Poisoning is prohibited because of the danger to rattlesnakes, coyotes and skunks.
Sec 370.10 It is unlawful for a hunter to wear a disguise such as a reporter, drug dealer, pimp, female legal clerk, sheep, accident victim, bookie, physician, chiropractor or tax accountant for the purpose of hunting attorneys.
Sec 370.11 Bag and Possession Limits per day: Yellow-bellied sidewinders, 2 Two-faced tortfeasors, 1 Back-stabbing divorce litigators, 3 Horn-rimmed cut-throats, 2 Minutiae-advocating dirtbags, 4
Honest attorneys are protected under the Endangered Species Act and can normally be identified because they do not wear Rolex watches, drive a Porsche, BMW or other expensive luxury automobile or wear $500 shoes and $1500 suits.
Thought for Today
Robert A. Heinlein
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Sick Puppy sent to the Pound for three years
Still not sure about capital punishment?
NewstalkZBPrison officers say an ex-convict's confessions about her life in jail prove it will take money to get contraband out of prisons. Rachealle Namana has now finished her six-year sentence for the brutal manslaughter of her stepsister's 23-month-old baby Lillybing in 2001. She has told a Sunday paper prison was not as hard some people make out, saying she enjoyed drugs and porn in her cell.
Now here is worthless slut that could well benefit from a long drop on a short rope!
Skateboards are for kids, not pimply wankstains with metal bits in their face and a poor attempt at a beard. Those fuckers should be working, not arsing about all day. We still need people to shovel shit out of stables and cowsheds.
I hate to think what these idiots cost the taxpayer in ACC claims alone. it's no wonder the little fuckers are all butt-ugly, the way they smash themselves up- at our expense.
Of course they can't amuse themselves without taxpayers again spending many thousand on custom-built parks, which become a focus for the worst of bad teen behaviour.
The only use for a skateboarder I can see is as a moving target for a shotgun or a 4WD, or perhaps as filler material for the Darwin Awards.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Parole Board Arseholes
Sex Offender's Parole Challenged
The Parole Board's plans to place a sex offender back into the community, close to the home of his victims, are being questioned. The man was sentenced to five years' imprisonment in 2002 for charges related to unlawful sexual connection and committing an indecent act on a girl under the age of 12.
He is reported to have been paroled to an address in Avondale, Auckland, only 10 minutes away from his victims National Party law and order spokesman Simon Power says the paramount consideration for the Parole Board should always be the safety of victims. He says he is concerned about the decision and is looking into the matter further.
Here we go yet again. I would bet every dollarI own, that none of these parole board arsewipes live in the same area as this POS they are releasing.
They never do live in the same places.
I would love to se some of these smarmy, bleeding-heart crim-huggers do a little jail time and actually live with the filth they throw back on our streets. Let's see them go the defense of some slimebucket that has fucked one of their kids...
Friday, March 03, 2006
Lesson for Today
Doubly so when dealing with ERO. I now have a stress headache from sucessfully resisting the urge to punch somebody in the face
You would think we get paid for being on the school board...
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Spot the Difference
One is a foul-tempered, evil meglomaniac, who's evil empire is a constant drain on society. He must always have his way and ruthlessly crushes those who dare oppose him.
The other one is Ming the Merciless.
Don't the powers that be love the opening line!
By law, everyone present in New Zealand on census day ( 7 March 2006 ) must be included in the census. Section 43 of the Statistics Act 1975 states clearly that an Individual Form must be completed for every person and a Dwelling Form must be completed for every occupied dwelling.The reason for making the census compulsory is simple. It is the only way we can be sure that information about the total population has been obtained and we have an accurate overview of New Zealand society every five years.
The census is the key source of information about the people living in our cities, towns, suburbs and rural communities. As everyone takes part, we can get a full picture of what’s really happening in our country.
If the census was voluntary, we would never know whether those who filled in the census forms were truly representative of the population or not. The statistics produced would be very unreliable.
Now seeing as we have to go to the bother and expense of this, wouldn't it be useful to put a another question on the form and have another election and/ or a few refferendum questions,all at the same time!
With the upcoming Census and all that....
The Census Revolt of 6 CE After Judea was made a Roman province in 6 CE, the Roman legate in Syria, Publius Sulphicus Quirinius ordered a census there to determine the taxable properties in Judea. This measure provoked a popular Jewish revolt that was led by one Judas of Galilee.
Palestine during the time of Jesus
The armed rebellion failed, thousands of prisoners were seized and some two thousand of the rebels were crucified. [b] The forces of Judas of Galilee became known as the Zealots, which came from the Greek zelos (rebellion) or as Cananaeans, from the Aramaic qanan with the same meaning. Some of Jesus' apostles were zealots: Simon the Cananaeans and, probably, Judas Iscariot. 
Two thousand crucified and six thousand more sold into slavery. I bet they won't burn their forms again!
Stick it to the census!
Hat Tip to: http://silentrunning.tv/ -who have asked that this message be spread.
ATTN: All New Zealanders February 27th, 2006
Did you know that New Zealand is pretty much the only place in the world that you can not actually be a New Zealander?
Whenever you fill out a form or survey in New Zealand you can tick the box to say you are Maori, Tongan, Samoan, Australian, European (or NZ born ofEuropean Decent), Asian, etc but there is no box provided to say “Yes, I am a New Zealander and I am proud to be one”
In Australia, you can be an Australian… In fact in Australia you can be aNew Zealander. Why is it that we can’t be New Zealanders in our own country? Most people are proud of their ethnicity, heritage and family origins and so will tick whichever box they feel applies to them, and they have every right to do so whether they are Maori, Pacific Islander, European etc
Many of us however consider that we, and our families, have been in New Zealand for long enough now that we should be able to claim that as who we are… regardless of where our ancestors may have come from many centuries ago or what the colour of our skin or shape of our face might indicate.
If you support us in our desire to be recognised as New Zealanders in our own country then there is only one way that this can be achieved… On the 2006 NZ Census form, when you are asked for your ethnicity, choose the option “Other” and state your ethnicity as “New Zealander”
If we can get enough people to do this then maybe, just maybe, we can get the powers that be to sit up and recognise that we are proud of who we are and that we want to be recognised as such, not divided into sub-categories and all treated as foreigners in our own country.
Please Copy and Paste into an email and Send this on to as many people as you can; friends, people you work with, kiwi’s you know who are overseas, anyone… No, you won’t receive amazing good luck by doing so but you will have the knowledge that you have done your bit to help us, as New Zealanders, fight for our right to be recognised as who we are in this proud and strong country of ours.
And remember… at census time… “Other - New Zealander!”
The Weekly Baxter
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Wash your Fruit!
Fury at prison pickers 01 March 2006
By BRUCE CUTLER and HAYDON DEWESA
Hawke's Bay landowner is furious that she was not told apple pickers working on her land were convicted sex offenders on a prison employment scheme.
The woman, who leases land surrounding her home to orchardists, only learned the identity of orange-clad labourers working nearby after reading The Dominion Post yesterday.
She said school-age children lived at the secluded Meeanee house, between Hastings and Napier.
"I'm very angry that no one told us about this. We didn't know there would be sex offenders. It's a worry when you live out here and there aren't many other people around."
Her suspicions about the workers were raised by their clothing.
"I looked out and saw a lot of the people were wearing orange clothing and shorts. I said to my husband `I wonder if they are prisoners?"'
Employees are usually told if prison inmates are to join them at their places of work on employment schemes. But the Corrections Department last night defended its decision not to tell the landowners in this instance.
Thought for Today
This one is for our beloved 'Leaders'