Cold feet- build here...

The shell of the new non-staffed prison is even already there!

Sulphur can be mined and traded for food (I'm sure theWWII K ration can be revived)

Best of all, the underfloor heating is already there!

New just in!

It has been reported that it was so cold in Hastings last Thursday that Donna Awatere-Huata was caught with her hands in her own pockets.

Heated Bloody floors- what next- gold-plated crappers?

So these new five star prisons need heated friggin' floors!

What a load of donkeybollocks!

Make the scum work!- that's the way to warm the idle sods up- heated bloody floors! Set them to breaking rocks with hammers- I never saw anyone doing that shiver!

Next it will be bidets, heated towel rails and friggin' waterbeds!

DO the old folk who can't chop wood anymore, afford electricity or gas get given HEATED FLOORS?- people who have paid their dues!

Of course they friggin' don't! They put on another jersey or an extra pair of socks.

My feet sometimes get cold out working in frozen bush and paddocks- can nanny state please buy me some electric socks?

Ship the bastards to the Auckland Islands, where warm is cuddling up to a seal...

Hanging- something we need to see here

Another fine candidate for hanging:

A filthy, sub-human Paedophille who serves no purpose but to waste oxygen.

Stuff hanging them quietly hidden away.

String the fuckers up in the stadium and sell tickets!

All proceeds to go to their victims!

WE have ways of making you talk....

Won't talk?

I know a way.

Offer money.

One of these peices of shit will rat the others out.

There is no honour amongst crims...

On Baby Murderers

They should have already done the decent thing and killed themselves but haven't, so hang them.

Those who try to cover up such a murder- flogging, public shaming in the stocks, then prison.

There are no excuses for beating a child to death.

And bring back the workhouse for these friggin' deadbeats who won't support themselves!

Brown, white or brindle!

Today's Lesson

In ancient Greece, Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day the great philosopher came across an acquaintence who ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?"

"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple Filter?"

"That's right,"Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my student, let's take a moment to filter what you are going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutly sure that what you are about to tell be is true?"

"No," the man said. "Actually, I just heard it."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?"

"No- on the contrary..."


"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, even though you're not certain it's true?"

The man shrugged, a little embarrased. Socrates continued. "You may still pass the third test though, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student useful to me?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True, nor Good, nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?"

The man was defeated and ashamed.


This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.





It also explains why he never found out that Plato was having an affair with his wife.

Yet another mixed message...

Apparently, Dickless wants us to save more:

Dr Cullen says the figures are evidence New Zealanders' savings habits are inadequate, which is why the Government is introducing the Kiwisaver scheme to lift the level of savings in this country.

Here:

OK, so we are meant to save.

Question: If half the bloody country is so poor that they need to be on a friggin' benefit (WFF), who does the saving?

Another bit of plagarism...

This is from England - but does it ring any bells for anyone here.....?

REST OF THE WORLD VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed. The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

THE END

THE BRITISH VERSION:

The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.

A social worker finds the shivering grasshopper, calls a press conference and demands to know why the squirrel should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like the grasshopper, are cold and starving. The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the squirrel in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food.

The British press inform people that they should be ashamed that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty. The Labour Party, Greenpeace, Animal Rights and The Grasshopper Council of GB demonstrate in front of the squirrel's house. The BBC, interrupting a cultural festival special from Notting Hill with breaking news, broadcasts a multi cultural choir singing "We Shall Overcome". Ken Livingstone rants in an interview with Trevor McDonald that the squirrel got rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the squirrel to make him pay his "fair share" and increases the charge for squirrels to enter inner London.

In response to pressure from the media, the Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The squirrel's taxes are reassessed. He is taken to court and fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as builders for the work he was doing on his home and an additional fine for contempt when he told the court the grasshopper did not want to work. The grasshopper is provided with a council house, financial aid to furnish it and an account with a local taxi firm to ensure he can be socially mobile. The squirrel's food is seized and re distributed to the more needy members of society, in this case the grasshopper.

Without enough money to buy more food, to pay the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the squirrel has to downsize and start building a new home. The local authority takes over his old home and utilises it as a temporary home for asylum seeking cats who had hijacked a plane to get to Britain as they had to share their country of origin with mice. On arrival they tried to blow up the airport because of Britain's apparent love of dogs.

The cats had been arrested for the international offence of hijacking and attempt bombing but were immediately released because the police fed them pilchards instead of salmon whilst in custody. Initial moves to then return them to their own country were abandoned because it was feared they would face death by the mice. The cats devise and start a scam to obtain money from peoples credit cards.

A Panorama special shows the grasshopper finishing up the last of the squirrel's food, though spring is still months away, while the council house he is in, crumbles around him because he hasn't bothered to maintain the house. He is shown to be taking drugs. Inadequate government funding is blamed for the grasshopper's drug 'illness'.

The cats seek recompense in the British courts for their treatment since arrival in UK.
The grasshopper gets arrested for stabbing an old dog during a burglary to get money for his drugs habit. He is imprisoned but released immediately because he has been in custody for a few weeks. He is placed in the care of the probation service to monitor and supervise him. Within a few weeks he has killed a guinea pig in a botched robbery.

A commission of enquiry, that will eventually cost £10,000,000 and state the obvious, is set up.
Additional money is put into funding a drug rehabilitation scheme for grasshoppers and legal aid for lawyers representing asylum seekers is increased. The asylum seeking cats are praised by the government for enriching Britain's multicultural diversity and dogs are criticised by the government for failing to befriend the cats.

The grasshopper dies of a drug overdose. The usual sections of the press blame it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequity and his traumatic experience of prison. They call for the resignation of a minister.

The cats are paid a million pounds each because their rights were infringed when the government failed to inform them there were mice in the United Kingdom.

The squirrel, the dogs and the victims of the hijacking, the bombing, the burglaries and robberies have to pay an additional percentage on their credit cards to cover losses, their taxes are increased to pay for law and order and they are told that they will have to work beyond 65 because of a shortfall in government funds.

New Gold- Plated Bitch's Box

Details on the latest waste of OUR money Here:

"A new women's prison, described by the Government as a world class facility designed to help inmates turn their lives around, opened in Auckland today...."

What they have built is a time out facility for these slags to have a rest from their drugs, loser sperm donors and meal ticket kids.

A tent city ringed in wire with vegetable gardens to tend and wood to chop for fuel would work better.

The soft cock do-gooders seem to think that a taste of a better life will turn them around.

[Insert Tui Ad]

It will be a rest home for junkies, whores, theives and layabout trash.

They will be as likely to change their ways as a Frenchman is likely to move from living next door to a brothel!

Space shuttle a go for 1/7?

http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7003955232

Now I posted a similar story about a year ago, when I started this blog!

Get the friggin' thing of the ground!- it's probably safer than a tour in the big sandpit!

or you could just get the Russians to run NASA...

That takes care of the tax refund!

The Uberti Walker Colt- 4 1/2 pounds of the most powerful handgun until the invention of the .357 magnum. Built out of modern materials, it has lost the nasty tendency of the original to explode in your hand!
I have enough for one of these, a kilo of powder, a couple of hundred balls and maybe a holster.

To hell with a new computer!

A new pleasure!

Real chocolate!

Not the crap full of caramel and other cheap fillers- just chocolate.

Dark, bitter-sweet real stuff.

Whittaker's turn out another great product!

1/2 way

That's 1/2 the course done!

Thankfully, we are onto practical subjects now.

It's a bit like working & taxes- the first bit is for the govamint- 4 days of Legislation and Regulations, then 6 days on actually doing the job.

So for, it's been a doddle, if not a bit tedious. I'm wondering why I bothered going to school as i seem to have to keep repeating 4th form science & maths.

Scary thing is that many my age don't know basic maths. These people are adding chemicals to your water!

I'm glad to report that they are in the minority!

Another week and I can return to not poisoning the consumer- and knowing how and why I'm doing it.

Spot the difference

Trick question!- they are both mindless, shit-eating parasites!



Having so kindly decided to allow me to have some of my money back, they have decided to screw up the job.

"as we don't have your bank account details, we can't direct credit...."

BOLLOCKS!!! you wankers do have my bank details.

That's how I get my 'working for labourites' kickback every fortnight!

For the last two nights yer wanking automated phne system has been kaput, so I can't 'follow the friggin' prompts!'

I hope one of the worms pictured above gets confused as to which end your arse is (understandable) and crawls out your nose!

There is some hope...

It's refreshing to hear a room full of people from all around NZ sart snarling when the subject of government regulations are brought up. (yet again)

I'm on a course for an industry that is very heavily regulated (but what isn't?)

As one of the tutors commented, "I suppose they think that private industry WANTS to poison it's customers..."

Friggin' Idiot-stick pushers!

Once upon a time, the Post Office and Railways were full of deadwood.

You know the ones. Always leaning on a shovel or generally milling about, waiting for the smoko whistle or knock-off. The old codger who pushed a broom around a workshop, making no impression on the dirt. The cretin who's sole job was to 'Look after the gang's truck'. The terminally useless slattern who made the tea.

They are all gone now.

Or are they?

My latest observation is that they have devolved into NZQA.

(BTW, I'm off on a course for the next two weeks, so I may be a little quiet here ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THESE FRIGGIN' ASSESSMENTS!)

Clean the friggin' sand out of yer ears!

A slight adaptation of an oldy (but still good!)


The 72 Virginians

After getting nailed by a 500 pounder, al-Zarqawi made his way to the pearly gates. There, he is greeted by George Washington. "How dare you attack the nation I helped conceive!" yells Mr. Washington, slapping him in the face.

Patrick Henry comes up from behind. "You wanted to end the Americans' liberty, so they gave you death!" Henry punches al-Zarqawi on the nose.

James Madison comes up next, and says "This is why I allowed the Federal government to provide for the common defense!" He drops a large weight on al-Zarqawi 's knee.

al-Zarqawi is subject to similar beatings from John Randolph of Roanoke, James Monroe, and 65 other people who have the same love for liberty and America.

As he writhes on the ground, Thomas Jefferson picks him up to hurl him back toward the gate where he is to be judged.

As al-Zarqawi awaits his journey to his final very hot destination, he screams "This is not what I was promised!"

An angel replies "I told you there would be 72 Virginians waiting for you, idiot. What did you think I said?"

Consume Vast Quantities!

I went out for dinner tonight at The Royal Hotel, Featherston.

I can't remember the last time (if there ever was one) when I recieved a resturant meal too large for me to eat at one sitting- the Lone Star In Christchurch used to come close.

Tonight I found a eatery that defeated my appetite!

I had the marinated pork- about 1/2 a small pig served with enough wedges and coleslaw to feed the late pig for a couple of days! All washed down with Montieth's Dark.

Starters and desert were definitly out of the question- maybe if you spead the meal out over three hours.

The wife had a BLT that was on the same heroic scale. The meals are simple, but hearty and excellent value for money. The BLT & chips was $12.50 and the pork mountain was $15.50

The pub itself is a reincarnation of the old turn of the century timber two-storied pub. The accomodation upstairs will be finished this summer. Now tastefully restored the decour is polished wood and leather, with a roaring log fire and the usual assortment of stuffed animals, old farm tools and weaponry on the walls.

The leather seats are generous and comfortable. Tables and chairs are available on the two decks for those social outcasts wishing to smoke cigarettes.

For those needing such things, there is a large plasma screen showing SKY sports and a TAB & pokies keep the gamblers supporting the govamint's tax needs.

Meals can be had in the bar or in a large seperate dining room, more often used for group bookings.

Do the friggin' maths- is it worth it?

One of the news site I visit has a sponsered banner from some (probably) taxpayer funded busy-body group- www.switchitoff.co.nz

On of the state-the-bloody-obvious 'handy hints' is about turning electrical gear off.

Aparently, turning my PC off each night will save me $100 per year.

It will also take me five minutes each day to reboot the damned thing. (I know- it's an old PC!)

That's 35 minutes a week- 30.33 hours a year.

30.33 hours of rebooting the PC returns me $100.

Not exactly a worthwhile return for my time...