The parents of the little girl, Madeline, have been the victims of extortion. This, perhaps, is no surprise given the 2.5 million pound reward offered by various businesses and philanthropists, including Sir Richard Branson and author of the successful Harry Potter series of novels, J.K. Rowling.
It was too much for Danilo Chemello and his girlfriend, Aurora Pereira Vaz, who attempted to claim the enormous reward by offering false information on the whereabouts of the snatched child. They have been arrested.
My concern would be not one of what the authorities would do to me, but the Almighty himself. Because for sure, it is arguably the most heinous act one could perpetrate, second only to the actual snatching.
It's coming up on 8 weeks since Madeline was snatched and God only knows where she is - if she's even alive. Disturbingly, there ARE people with enough power, influence and money - and who are of the perversion required to have the girl secreted away in some foreign country, being used as some sort of tiny recipient of a deviant's mind.
I say again, if you pray - pray hard!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
GORE'S DECEIT
Al Gore is still riding his self-professed wave of importance. He has been urging millions of "Live Earth" (the mega-concert styled on the 80's Live Aid one) concert-goers to commit to the "7 point Call to Action" to arrest climate change.
It goes like this:
(Actually, I was going to write it out but it's too long and predominately nonsense so I'll just bring your attention the points that illustrate Gore's hypocrisy).
Point 2:
To take personal action to help solve the climate crisis by reducing my own CO2 pollution".
Does this mean, Mr Gore, that you're going to cease and desist flying all over the globe on your personal crusade in the world's most pollutive form of transport?
Point 4: (excerpt)
"To work for a dramatic increase in the energy efficiency of my home..." Would this be the home, Mr Gore, that uses as much energy in ONE MONTH as the average Americans' does in ONE YEAR?"
This man is dangerous and he should be ignored.
For the record (and for the last time):
Whilst there is AN effect on the atmosphere by human life, the actual effect is so insignificant as to render the eradication of such effect (at a small nation-bankrupting cost) almost pointless.
He's making fools out of you lot; sitting in his extremely environmentally UNfriendly home after returning from his air polluting jet-setting travels, he's laughing all the way to the bank!
It goes like this:
(Actually, I was going to write it out but it's too long and predominately nonsense so I'll just bring your attention the points that illustrate Gore's hypocrisy).
Point 2:
To take personal action to help solve the climate crisis by reducing my own CO2 pollution".
Does this mean, Mr Gore, that you're going to cease and desist flying all over the globe on your personal crusade in the world's most pollutive form of transport?
Point 4: (excerpt)
"To work for a dramatic increase in the energy efficiency of my home..." Would this be the home, Mr Gore, that uses as much energy in ONE MONTH as the average Americans' does in ONE YEAR?"
This man is dangerous and he should be ignored.
For the record (and for the last time):
Whilst there is AN effect on the atmosphere by human life, the actual effect is so insignificant as to render the eradication of such effect (at a small nation-bankrupting cost) almost pointless.
He's making fools out of you lot; sitting in his extremely environmentally UNfriendly home after returning from his air polluting jet-setting travels, he's laughing all the way to the bank!
SUCKERS
A small piece in the paper attempts to convince that cats 'became mates when we were civilised'.
It says, "scientists have long debated whether cats were independently domesticated at several regions or points in time, or whether they were first kept as pets in one civilization before being spread around the world".
The piece concludes with "That's about the time and exact place that cats walked out of woods and did something unusual - act friendly".
This conclusion off DNA tracing.
Well, I've news for the boffins; the only reason the bast- sorry, cats, came "out of the woods" was that they realised there was an untapped source of suckers whom they could exploit while lazing around on their collective arses - haha, and they've been doing it ever since.
Dogs have owners - cats have servants!
It says, "scientists have long debated whether cats were independently domesticated at several regions or points in time, or whether they were first kept as pets in one civilization before being spread around the world".
The piece concludes with "That's about the time and exact place that cats walked out of woods and did something unusual - act friendly".
This conclusion off DNA tracing.
Well, I've news for the boffins; the only reason the bast- sorry, cats, came "out of the woods" was that they realised there was an untapped source of suckers whom they could exploit while lazing around on their collective arses - haha, and they've been doing it ever since.
Dogs have owners - cats have servants!
PASHA BULKER
Remember her? The container ship that was blown onto Nobby's beach near Newcastle on Australia's east coast during the storms that lashed the coast weeks ago?
Well, it's still there some 5 weeks later. And all the supposed experts have been able to do is move it 5 metres. They have attached cables to the bow of the stranded vessel and attempted to pull her round out to sea. (I wonder if that's really the best they can come up with).
Now, what has happened (see original piece for that and possible solutions - of which this is one however badly executed) is that the ship ran aground bow first and its incredible weight and momentum forced the ship to bury itself in the sandy beach - I mean, this is a 40,000 ton ship resting on the beach here!
Their first mistake was attaching cables that were patently not strong enough (three have snapped already) and their second was attempting to pull the part of the hull most deeply buried in the sand, around.
This is a stupid idea for two reasons: Because of the very sand that holds the vessel in such a vice-like grip, the tugs can't access the bow perpendicularly which is the best (and with most chance of success) angle in this case so they are forced into pulling diagonally, i.e. sideways AND back at the same time - (it'd actually be better to pull directly from the stern than this way).
The friction as the hull tried to scrape across the sand would be terrible (get 10 of your friends and try to pull your car sideways across the sand and multiply by 40,000) and near impossible for even the powerful tugs (demonstrated to a tee by the cables snapping).
They need to use the ship's OWN weight to release her. Much like jerking a stake stuck in the ground free, the stern of the vessel, which is semi-floating in an amount of water (precise depth unknown), should be (along with the engines in full reverse) pulled this way and that. Just keep doing that and the vessel will slowly 'wriggle' off the beach.
In addition, if we pushed from the beached end whilst engaging the above practices, using the biggest earth mover(s) available, that would also help. Employing all these ways simultaneously would wield a positive result.
Instead, the 'experts' have donned the fluorescent coats and and safety hats and all stood around sctratching their heads - while the media extracts every bit of footage and comment it can from the story. (Ker-rist, stand by for the inevitable 'hero' story).
And the surrounding area, too, is experiencing a 'boom' as it were as veritable thousands make the trip to view the scene. A suggestion from the recipients of such fortune, as they drool at the thought of their coffers being filled, that the beached behemoth be left there as a tourist attraction.
As a sidebar: The total cost to move the 'Pasha' so far...? Five millions dollars.
Well, it's still there some 5 weeks later. And all the supposed experts have been able to do is move it 5 metres. They have attached cables to the bow of the stranded vessel and attempted to pull her round out to sea. (I wonder if that's really the best they can come up with).
Now, what has happened (see original piece for that and possible solutions - of which this is one however badly executed) is that the ship ran aground bow first and its incredible weight and momentum forced the ship to bury itself in the sandy beach - I mean, this is a 40,000 ton ship resting on the beach here!
Their first mistake was attaching cables that were patently not strong enough (three have snapped already) and their second was attempting to pull the part of the hull most deeply buried in the sand, around.
This is a stupid idea for two reasons: Because of the very sand that holds the vessel in such a vice-like grip, the tugs can't access the bow perpendicularly which is the best (and with most chance of success) angle in this case so they are forced into pulling diagonally, i.e. sideways AND back at the same time - (it'd actually be better to pull directly from the stern than this way).
The friction as the hull tried to scrape across the sand would be terrible (get 10 of your friends and try to pull your car sideways across the sand and multiply by 40,000) and near impossible for even the powerful tugs (demonstrated to a tee by the cables snapping).
They need to use the ship's OWN weight to release her. Much like jerking a stake stuck in the ground free, the stern of the vessel, which is semi-floating in an amount of water (precise depth unknown), should be (along with the engines in full reverse) pulled this way and that. Just keep doing that and the vessel will slowly 'wriggle' off the beach.
In addition, if we pushed from the beached end whilst engaging the above practices, using the biggest earth mover(s) available, that would also help. Employing all these ways simultaneously would wield a positive result.
Instead, the 'experts' have donned the fluorescent coats and and safety hats and all stood around sctratching their heads - while the media extracts every bit of footage and comment it can from the story. (Ker-rist, stand by for the inevitable 'hero' story).
And the surrounding area, too, is experiencing a 'boom' as it were as veritable thousands make the trip to view the scene. A suggestion from the recipients of such fortune, as they drool at the thought of their coffers being filled, that the beached behemoth be left there as a tourist attraction.
As a sidebar: The total cost to move the 'Pasha' so far...? Five millions dollars.
AGAIN WITH THE 'HEROES'
I wrote (quite some time ago now) of the prediliction towards the use of the term - hero. And how it was being cheapened, in an almost offensive way to those actual heroes (those who put themselves in danger for another).
Well, this time, zoo workers are being befitted the title. It seems that they 'battled' to save the life of an unfortunate rhinoceros. What 'battled' means isn't clear but reading over the article it seemed to involve 'staying back late' and 'ordering pizza'. (Again I find myself asking where I get a job like that).
No-one is a stronger advocate of animal welfare than I but...y'know, it's the same with attributing such a term to firemen, policemen, emergency workers. Newsflash people, these are just people doing a job - for which they're adequately reimbursed thank you very much.
I described what constituted a hero in the original piece - I'll try a different approach this time.
A man's just walking down a street one day and comes across a burning building. It's ablaze and quite obvious the entrance to such would carry with it a high chance of death. However, out of the first floor window, a terrified young boy cries for help. Smoke billows out the window as the flames chase it.
The man, without a thought for himself, rushes in, fights his way up the burning stairs, choking on smoke and virtually blind, locates the kid and carries him to safety, perhaps suffering injury to himself.
This is a heroic act and this man deserves the nomenclature.
Some one staying back for a few hours, much like cricketers, footballers, yes, even firemen, does not.
Well, this time, zoo workers are being befitted the title. It seems that they 'battled' to save the life of an unfortunate rhinoceros. What 'battled' means isn't clear but reading over the article it seemed to involve 'staying back late' and 'ordering pizza'. (Again I find myself asking where I get a job like that).
No-one is a stronger advocate of animal welfare than I but...y'know, it's the same with attributing such a term to firemen, policemen, emergency workers. Newsflash people, these are just people doing a job - for which they're adequately reimbursed thank you very much.
I described what constituted a hero in the original piece - I'll try a different approach this time.
A man's just walking down a street one day and comes across a burning building. It's ablaze and quite obvious the entrance to such would carry with it a high chance of death. However, out of the first floor window, a terrified young boy cries for help. Smoke billows out the window as the flames chase it.
The man, without a thought for himself, rushes in, fights his way up the burning stairs, choking on smoke and virtually blind, locates the kid and carries him to safety, perhaps suffering injury to himself.
This is a heroic act and this man deserves the nomenclature.
Some one staying back for a few hours, much like cricketers, footballers, yes, even firemen, does not.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE...
i have an associate - I say 'associate' because I have no actual friends, at least not what I'd define as a friend; someone who would be dependable.
Of course you have friends, people would say, nobody has NO friends. Well, allow me to introduce Norman No Mates Hoho.
Anyway - the associate. I'm off on an interstate trip and will be away for probably 48 hours. So I need to arrange for someone to feed and exercise the boys (regulars will know of my boys). I need someone on whom I can depend, for to leave them unattended for anything more than 12 hours without a toilet break is bordering on cruel. They have managed for up to 15 before, which I wasn't happy about but all credit to them, they held out without literally busting a gut - all over my floor (yuk!)
However, 12 is how I like to play it.
So I arrange with said associate (who it happens is led around by his dick - see later) to walk the boys at a certain time. He agrees - and we're good.
I call him this morning to arrange to meet so I can pay him - cause this friend doesn't do anything for free!, and he "hasn't got the money to get there" so I agreed to pay him up front. Except, when the time comes where do I find him at 1030 am? In the pub - on his third beer. Turns out some chick for whom he's had a hard on, has offered to pay for him to get hammered. Now it's - 'oh, I'm too drunk to drive, now, sorry'.
These are my friends. Lucky me
Of course you have friends, people would say, nobody has NO friends. Well, allow me to introduce Norman No Mates Hoho.
Anyway - the associate. I'm off on an interstate trip and will be away for probably 48 hours. So I need to arrange for someone to feed and exercise the boys (regulars will know of my boys). I need someone on whom I can depend, for to leave them unattended for anything more than 12 hours without a toilet break is bordering on cruel. They have managed for up to 15 before, which I wasn't happy about but all credit to them, they held out without literally busting a gut - all over my floor (yuk!)
However, 12 is how I like to play it.
So I arrange with said associate (who it happens is led around by his dick - see later) to walk the boys at a certain time. He agrees - and we're good.
I call him this morning to arrange to meet so I can pay him - cause this friend doesn't do anything for free!, and he "hasn't got the money to get there" so I agreed to pay him up front. Except, when the time comes where do I find him at 1030 am? In the pub - on his third beer. Turns out some chick for whom he's had a hard on, has offered to pay for him to get hammered. Now it's - 'oh, I'm too drunk to drive, now, sorry'.
These are my friends. Lucky me
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
DISCLAIMER
I have noticed of late, the occasion of errors appearing in some of my posts. I claim no responsibility for such errors and instead cite bloody blooger.com for 'dropping the ball' during the transition between draft and published.
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CHRIST...IT'S LIKE I'M TALKING TO MYSELF
Those of you who have been visiting for a while may well have seen my post in which I discuss puting the same sort of offensive images found on tobacco products' wrappers, on alcoholic beverages and fast food wrappers.
Well, some supposed 'scholar' has chirped into the subject with that very suggestion and all of a sudden it's news. Don't know who it was and don't much care either, frankly as I've been saying this for months, nay years and no-one has listened.
I'll say it again - bloody put me in charge and I'll soon sort things out!
Well, some supposed 'scholar' has chirped into the subject with that very suggestion and all of a sudden it's news. Don't know who it was and don't much care either, frankly as I've been saying this for months, nay years and no-one has listened.
I'll say it again - bloody put me in charge and I'll soon sort things out!
Monday, June 25, 2007
IT'S BEYOND ME APPARENTLY...
What do you do while you're cleaning your teeth? Do you just stand staring at your reflection while you brush vigorously? Or do you go about your business - maybe a little tidying, a few stray clothes here and there, shift a few things around the dresser?
Maybe you're like me and get so bored standing there for minutes that you go for a walk around the house! Find my hat - put it on; my tobacco tin in the pocket, keys, lighter, all found and packed with suave ease as I scrub my porcelain. Riding on a high of superiority at carrying out my simultaneous activities in a smooth, but hasty fashion.
But then - I hit a snag. Turns out my multi-tasking abilities don't extend to putting boots on whilst cleaning the pearly (slightly off-) whites. Like a version of the pat the head/rub the stomach game (an unsuccessful attempt it has to be said), I had to stop brushing while I negotiated the most difficult task off inserting my foot into a boot!
YAH! Way to go Einstein!
Maybe you're like me and get so bored standing there for minutes that you go for a walk around the house! Find my hat - put it on; my tobacco tin in the pocket, keys, lighter, all found and packed with suave ease as I scrub my porcelain. Riding on a high of superiority at carrying out my simultaneous activities in a smooth, but hasty fashion.
But then - I hit a snag. Turns out my multi-tasking abilities don't extend to putting boots on whilst cleaning the pearly (slightly off-) whites. Like a version of the pat the head/rub the stomach game (an unsuccessful attempt it has to be said), I had to stop brushing while I negotiated the most difficult task off inserting my foot into a boot!
YAH! Way to go Einstein!
IRAQ UPDATE
I haven't covered this for a while. Really, there's not much to report; the country's still in turmoil; people die on a daily basis. While the reports still continue, interest is (and has been for a while) on the wane.
Does this work for or against Bush? Does it benefit the insurgents?
On the one hand, the lost public interest means Bush doesn't have to listen to the anti-war protestors and their 'bring the troops home' cry. Nor does he spend as much time defending his actions.
On the other, he finds replenishment of troops a little more difficult to obtain as his congress tires of bodybags filling returning transport planes.
And the once staunch support for the cause from allied nations also diminishes as they too take their hands of the wheel and begin to look inward at their domestic concerns.
Meanwhile, Al Qaeda and its martyrs quietly plans. Because no traditional rules of war apply here. This a new breed of enemy, unaffected by public opinion of the infidel. The latest reports that the, considered to be safest/most secure hotel in Bagdad was yet another victim of a suicide bomber. So much for the 'push'!
And so it goes - and will keep 'going' interminably. I'll be reporting on this from time to time for years to come!
To quote a character from Black Hawk Down, "Theese eese how eet eese...in ower world!"
Does this work for or against Bush? Does it benefit the insurgents?
On the one hand, the lost public interest means Bush doesn't have to listen to the anti-war protestors and their 'bring the troops home' cry. Nor does he spend as much time defending his actions.
On the other, he finds replenishment of troops a little more difficult to obtain as his congress tires of bodybags filling returning transport planes.
And the once staunch support for the cause from allied nations also diminishes as they too take their hands of the wheel and begin to look inward at their domestic concerns.
Meanwhile, Al Qaeda and its martyrs quietly plans. Because no traditional rules of war apply here. This a new breed of enemy, unaffected by public opinion of the infidel. The latest reports that the, considered to be safest/most secure hotel in Bagdad was yet another victim of a suicide bomber. So much for the 'push'!
And so it goes - and will keep 'going' interminably. I'll be reporting on this from time to time for years to come!
To quote a character from Black Hawk Down, "Theese eese how eet eese...in ower world!"
STATS - MY PET HATE.
I was just scrolling through the post on here and thought I'd check to see which one induced the biggest response.
It was an untitled one concerning face creams and the lengths to which women (and disturbingly men nowdays - gadzooks!) will go in search of a youthful look.
Just in case anyone's interested. Wonder does it mean anything? Second was the post about map reading.
It was an untitled one concerning face creams and the lengths to which women (and disturbingly men nowdays - gadzooks!) will go in search of a youthful look.
Just in case anyone's interested. Wonder does it mean anything? Second was the post about map reading.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE...
It HAS been some time right enough, since the anti-smoking lobby raised their nauseating heads. Obesity being the runaway train that it has become, I thought (hoped?) once it surpassed the weed as the costliest habit to society, it would remain so because over-eating is even harder to quit than smoking.
And the pissheads have been getting it lately too with all their debaucherous (sometimes downright criminal) behaviour. That's not going to stop either - especially here in Oz, where as I've said before, is almost a rite of passage.
But no, it appears obesity and public drunkeness aren't enough for the critical eyes of the holier than thou set.
Like the accusation coming full circle it's once again time for the maligned smoker to get another serve of condescending sanctimony. When he's told once again that, "those nasty cigarettes are bad for you, don't you know that?"
Cue the plethora of stats and figures from around the world of how various countries are stamping down on the filthy habit - not just indoors but ANYWHERE public. After the lepers are forced outside they now get more abuse from those who claim to be upset by the 'clouds of smoke' that hover above the shivering smokers.
And in an indication of how it really IS a woman's world (at Joe Public level), the adjoining picture is of three cigarette butts in an ashtray with the telltale bright pink lipstick smears on the filters. The whole article is aimed at the females, because the average weak-willed man (pun) only smokes now if he has permission from the Lady and Mistress.
Think I'll have a smoke - it's a shame they can't see the finger I'm holding up!
And the pissheads have been getting it lately too with all their debaucherous (sometimes downright criminal) behaviour. That's not going to stop either - especially here in Oz, where as I've said before, is almost a rite of passage.
But no, it appears obesity and public drunkeness aren't enough for the critical eyes of the holier than thou set.
Like the accusation coming full circle it's once again time for the maligned smoker to get another serve of condescending sanctimony. When he's told once again that, "those nasty cigarettes are bad for you, don't you know that?"
Cue the plethora of stats and figures from around the world of how various countries are stamping down on the filthy habit - not just indoors but ANYWHERE public. After the lepers are forced outside they now get more abuse from those who claim to be upset by the 'clouds of smoke' that hover above the shivering smokers.
And in an indication of how it really IS a woman's world (at Joe Public level), the adjoining picture is of three cigarette butts in an ashtray with the telltale bright pink lipstick smears on the filters. The whole article is aimed at the females, because the average weak-willed man (pun) only smokes now if he has permission from the Lady and Mistress.
Think I'll have a smoke - it's a shame they can't see the finger I'm holding up!
HAPPINESS
After I had removed the parts of it that were uninteresting to me (in the form of the sport, travel, kiddies, adverts, holiday sections) and leaving HALF the original pages, I came across this piece in the Sunday paper.
Entitled "happy Trail" (shockin bloody grammar - probably some 'creative' wanker's idea of layout style), it showed a pretty blonde jumping on a sofa with wild abandon in a big flowing dress and perfectly styled hair. Quite obviously elated about something (Hey barman! I'll have a pint of what she's drinkin!!) Or maybe she'd just had a night with yours truly, heh heh :)
The text belows launches into what makes us happy.
Clinical psychologist, Susan Raine, claims we are pinning our hopes on what we want to be happy rather than what we HAVE. (She doesn't go on to discuss what to do if one has, in fact, nothing!)
Then Dr Timothy Sharp offers his tuppence worth (though I'd be surprised if THAT'S what he was paid for his contribution).
Dr Tim is the founder of The Happiness Institute (excuse me while I have a chuckle at that...and consider starting my own "Grumpy" Institute, or "Grumpy and otherwise dissatisfied with life in general Institute".
Dr Tim goes on to explain that it's like buying a new car; that at the start when it's all new and fresh in the mind, it's great but when the days and weeks pass by the effect begins to wear off and thus the level of happiness. Leading to us once again aiming for something new to satisfy our consuming desires.
The article goes on to...well, frankly waffle on with quotes and stats and my eyes begin to glaze so I speed read over the page filler which really is all the majority of the piece is - in fact, a lot of modern writing is that way.
And finishes with the almost American like "have a nice day" pleasantry. Make today the happiest day of your life, it suggests. Yah! I will...as soon as I find out how cause your article has told me sweet bugger all! Hope no-one got paid for this drivel.
How do we really find happiness? Hmmm...it depends; on how easily manipulated you are. The easily led think it can be found in material things; big house in a flash neighbourhood; nice car; the cliched picket fence.
Those with a mind of their own, however, know it isn't IN these things one finds happiness - it's the ability to obtain them with relative freedom that brings the security of independence and therefore happiness.
For me? Well, that's easy - just leave me the fuck alone! I don't mean I want to be a hermit or something but I would be much happier if I didn't have someone standing round every corner telling me I can't do this or that.
Friends. Good friends are also what brings happiness but a/ I wouldn't know anything about that as I don't have any and b/ they seem to be harder to find (which is converse as the planet fills with more and more potentials).
At heart, it's a matter of mind; happiness comes from within and while extraneous factors motivate such feelings of contentment, they are superficial. True happiness comes from a sense of contentment. Content that we're secure financially and content that we're loved.
Entitled "happy Trail" (shockin bloody grammar - probably some 'creative' wanker's idea of layout style), it showed a pretty blonde jumping on a sofa with wild abandon in a big flowing dress and perfectly styled hair. Quite obviously elated about something (Hey barman! I'll have a pint of what she's drinkin!!) Or maybe she'd just had a night with yours truly, heh heh :)
The text belows launches into what makes us happy.
Clinical psychologist, Susan Raine, claims we are pinning our hopes on what we want to be happy rather than what we HAVE. (She doesn't go on to discuss what to do if one has, in fact, nothing!)
Then Dr Timothy Sharp offers his tuppence worth (though I'd be surprised if THAT'S what he was paid for his contribution).
Dr Tim is the founder of The Happiness Institute (excuse me while I have a chuckle at that...and consider starting my own "Grumpy" Institute, or "Grumpy and otherwise dissatisfied with life in general Institute".
Dr Tim goes on to explain that it's like buying a new car; that at the start when it's all new and fresh in the mind, it's great but when the days and weeks pass by the effect begins to wear off and thus the level of happiness. Leading to us once again aiming for something new to satisfy our consuming desires.
The article goes on to...well, frankly waffle on with quotes and stats and my eyes begin to glaze so I speed read over the page filler which really is all the majority of the piece is - in fact, a lot of modern writing is that way.
And finishes with the almost American like "have a nice day" pleasantry. Make today the happiest day of your life, it suggests. Yah! I will...as soon as I find out how cause your article has told me sweet bugger all! Hope no-one got paid for this drivel.
How do we really find happiness? Hmmm...it depends; on how easily manipulated you are. The easily led think it can be found in material things; big house in a flash neighbourhood; nice car; the cliched picket fence.
Those with a mind of their own, however, know it isn't IN these things one finds happiness - it's the ability to obtain them with relative freedom that brings the security of independence and therefore happiness.
For me? Well, that's easy - just leave me the fuck alone! I don't mean I want to be a hermit or something but I would be much happier if I didn't have someone standing round every corner telling me I can't do this or that.
Friends. Good friends are also what brings happiness but a/ I wouldn't know anything about that as I don't have any and b/ they seem to be harder to find (which is converse as the planet fills with more and more potentials).
At heart, it's a matter of mind; happiness comes from within and while extraneous factors motivate such feelings of contentment, they are superficial. True happiness comes from a sense of contentment. Content that we're secure financially and content that we're loved.
SA MILITIA
Further to the short report on the atrocious slaughter of the elephants, it got me too thinking about the type of man who'd commit such an act of annihilation.
I wondered if they could feel, these men whose only raison d'etre was killing - man or beast. I wondered if any uplifting thoughts ever entered their minds or if they were, were they chased away like intruders?
Were they unable to feel anything of that nature anymore, so used to the violence their hearts had become?
Or is it an indication of something more sinister; a blackness of heart that has existed since birth. Perhaps they pulled the wings off flys as children. Maybe it was pre-ordained by a bigger power that they would find their way to violence. Who knows.
Mental "experts" will (and do) line up to offer their considered opinion, each claiming to be the one 'holding the water' as it were. The truth is no-one can accurately and with any semblance of proof explain why certain men do certain things.
But it's a simple fact that such men exist. It's a fundamental truth and it will always be.
At least the men they undoubtedly kill (based on the no smoke without fire theory), must have been prepared for such an end being as they were, involved in that way of life. In a sense, these men fight other similarly armed men and so is, while understandably disagreeable to some, just another conflict.
But to decimate animals as they did, just for the tusks and the reward they provide, takes their brutality to a whole new level and makes one wonder, surely, if these men ever have ANY feelings of anything other than terror and killing.
And if they're prepared to live this way then they surely must have entertained the fact that they'll most likely die that way too.
I'D sure like to wield THAT power!
I wondered if they could feel, these men whose only raison d'etre was killing - man or beast. I wondered if any uplifting thoughts ever entered their minds or if they were, were they chased away like intruders?
Were they unable to feel anything of that nature anymore, so used to the violence their hearts had become?
Or is it an indication of something more sinister; a blackness of heart that has existed since birth. Perhaps they pulled the wings off flys as children. Maybe it was pre-ordained by a bigger power that they would find their way to violence. Who knows.
Mental "experts" will (and do) line up to offer their considered opinion, each claiming to be the one 'holding the water' as it were. The truth is no-one can accurately and with any semblance of proof explain why certain men do certain things.
But it's a simple fact that such men exist. It's a fundamental truth and it will always be.
At least the men they undoubtedly kill (based on the no smoke without fire theory), must have been prepared for such an end being as they were, involved in that way of life. In a sense, these men fight other similarly armed men and so is, while understandably disagreeable to some, just another conflict.
But to decimate animals as they did, just for the tusks and the reward they provide, takes their brutality to a whole new level and makes one wonder, surely, if these men ever have ANY feelings of anything other than terror and killing.
And if they're prepared to live this way then they surely must have entertained the fact that they'll most likely die that way too.
I'D sure like to wield THAT power!
Further to my report on the slaughter of the elephants by the militia in South Africa, it has raised an issue again. This one has been constantly lingering in the corridors of muttars.com and has been the subject of much debate.
The issue is the death sentence. And whether some lose the right to live after committing an act so heinous that it defies belief almost. The traditional and very wide-ranging and predominant opinion is that human life is sacrosanct. This usually comes from the bleeding heart types, the same types of weak people who tend to destroy dogs if they look sideways at their 'little ones'. This, despite the fact that a/ the kids are usually out of the parents sight, therefore control and b/ they are usually treating the animal like it's some sort of toy - riding on its back, pulling its ears, poking it etc. (I've said this before ad nauseum! When are morons going to listen?)
(A friend of mine's kids wanted to pet my two Collies yesterday. I said of course they could - the animals are extremely pleasant. However, I was very clear to them - JUST STROKE THEM GENTLY. Don't punch them or poke them or otherwise cause them aggravation - like pulling ears, jostling them etc - see above).
My opinion of these people hovers between contempt and disgust and they are usually the ones who after they've fucked up, cite the 'he/she's only human' defence.
"Oh, sorry for shooting ten people indiscriminately - but it's ok, I'm only human!"
In my opinion that citation is more of a slur nowdays than anything else and in a world of 6 billion and counting, with jails all over becoming full to bursting, what other choice are we really going to have. The cost of houssing such violent offenders is astronomical. Just execute them.
A man breaks into a house, kills the parents and rapes their child daughter. Why am I the only one who thinks he should be destroyed?
Aaargh!
The issue is the death sentence. And whether some lose the right to live after committing an act so heinous that it defies belief almost. The traditional and very wide-ranging and predominant opinion is that human life is sacrosanct. This usually comes from the bleeding heart types, the same types of weak people who tend to destroy dogs if they look sideways at their 'little ones'. This, despite the fact that a/ the kids are usually out of the parents sight, therefore control and b/ they are usually treating the animal like it's some sort of toy - riding on its back, pulling its ears, poking it etc. (I've said this before ad nauseum! When are morons going to listen?)
(A friend of mine's kids wanted to pet my two Collies yesterday. I said of course they could - the animals are extremely pleasant. However, I was very clear to them - JUST STROKE THEM GENTLY. Don't punch them or poke them or otherwise cause them aggravation - like pulling ears, jostling them etc - see above).
My opinion of these people hovers between contempt and disgust and they are usually the ones who after they've fucked up, cite the 'he/she's only human' defence.
"Oh, sorry for shooting ten people indiscriminately - but it's ok, I'm only human!"
In my opinion that citation is more of a slur nowdays than anything else and in a world of 6 billion and counting, with jails all over becoming full to bursting, what other choice are we really going to have. The cost of houssing such violent offenders is astronomical. Just execute them.
A man breaks into a house, kills the parents and rapes their child daughter. Why am I the only one who thinks he should be destroyed?
Aaargh!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Militia in South Africa
Do you remember the por kangaroos mentioned previously, and their brutal torture?
Well, I thought I had witnessed man's base level of brutality against an innocent animal but it turns out I was wrong.
A band of militia have slaughtered 20 elephants with automatic weapons in South Africa. One or two - or even ten bullets aren't going to kill one of these magnificent land giants. The militia must've just sprayed the beasts til they fell. And it wouldn't have been a quick death.
Just for the ivory which they apparently spirit across the border to Mozambique.
I'm seriously considering going there to stop this. What can one man do?...I hear you ask.
You'd be surprised!
Well, I thought I had witnessed man's base level of brutality against an innocent animal but it turns out I was wrong.
A band of militia have slaughtered 20 elephants with automatic weapons in South Africa. One or two - or even ten bullets aren't going to kill one of these magnificent land giants. The militia must've just sprayed the beasts til they fell. And it wouldn't have been a quick death.
Just for the ivory which they apparently spirit across the border to Mozambique.
I'm seriously considering going there to stop this. What can one man do?...I hear you ask.
You'd be surprised!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Ooh man, listen to this...hohoho. Heard this on the news and thought - 'So?'
Chris Tarrant is an AFL star. AFL is Aussie Football League, a game that leaves no impression on me other than ridicule at grown men in 'shorty' shorts playing a game with virtually no point but getting the rugby-like ball from one end to the other and behaving like thugs in between.
Anyway, Messer Tarant, is in trouble with the suits of the game, desperate as they are to maintgain a squeaky clean image in their hope of attracting more young men to an arena in which they are idolized by fans, and money-makers for those pulling the strings.
It turns out that our Chris, no doubt tanked up on the piss and a few snorts, bared his hairy arse at a woman in a nightclub (actually, probably not hairy - he's one of THOSE men, a pretty boy for the ladies). Anyway, he dropped the daks and revealed his manicured arse.
The woman hasn't been available for comment. Probably pissed off she didn't get nailed in a toilet!
Next, he threw a shot at an aspiring politician...
So he mooned at a chick - I've done that - nothin wrong wi it! It's funny. She should have stuck a straw or something up his arse - that woulda fixed his little red wagon hoho.
And then threw a shot at a polly. Beautiful; if anyone deserves a slug, it's a slimy politician.
Onya Chris - love your work! Haha.
Chris Tarrant is an AFL star. AFL is Aussie Football League, a game that leaves no impression on me other than ridicule at grown men in 'shorty' shorts playing a game with virtually no point but getting the rugby-like ball from one end to the other and behaving like thugs in between.
Anyway, Messer Tarant, is in trouble with the suits of the game, desperate as they are to maintgain a squeaky clean image in their hope of attracting more young men to an arena in which they are idolized by fans, and money-makers for those pulling the strings.
It turns out that our Chris, no doubt tanked up on the piss and a few snorts, bared his hairy arse at a woman in a nightclub (actually, probably not hairy - he's one of THOSE men, a pretty boy for the ladies). Anyway, he dropped the daks and revealed his manicured arse.
The woman hasn't been available for comment. Probably pissed off she didn't get nailed in a toilet!
Next, he threw a shot at an aspiring politician...
So he mooned at a chick - I've done that - nothin wrong wi it! It's funny. She should have stuck a straw or something up his arse - that woulda fixed his little red wagon hoho.
And then threw a shot at a polly. Beautiful; if anyone deserves a slug, it's a slimy politician.
Onya Chris - love your work! Haha.
HOWARD'S SOLUTION
Johnny Howard has waded in to the aboriginal problem.
And really, at its core, what he's suggesting is a territory wide suppression and enforcement backed up with extra police and quite possibly some military. (Where they're going to get that from I wonder; they're fighting personnel are all overseas).
Some have come out (well isn't THAT a surprise...) in condemnation of Howard's 'jackboot' mentality.
Mainly out of jealousy because given the chance, and right or wrong bedamned, they'd weild the exact same power. Proof positive that the opposition often rely on simple disagreement whether they have a viable alternative or not.
Given the circumstances here (the sexual abuse of aboriginal children), one has to be beggared at the oppositon's comments. Kids as young as three are being 'sold' for alcohol. They are being 'groomed' by being forced to watch pornography then act out the same for the gratification of the adults, who no doubt are hammered on booze.
There will be, I'm sure, allusions to the 'stolen generation' - when the authorities removed some children before because of a similar thing, that they weren't being properly cared for. But this recent report suggests of a practice that goes way beyond the mere 'not looking after'. This is raw abuse, plain and simple.
The only real answer is what Howard is suggesting - that they go in and 'clean up the area', to quote the PM. But you can build as many nice homes as you want; provide parks in which the kids can play; schools for them to attend, but until we make the adults responsible for themselves no amount of 'nice' things are going to solve the problem.
I've spoken of this before; these people are living in limbo; stuck in a nether world between living of the land as their ancestors did, yet having the benefits of civilization. And therein lies the problem. It has to be one or another. Living as an indigeonous people yet having access to civilization's ills is destroying them.
The 'ills' of which I speak in this case seem to be alcohol, petrol and pornography. And the victims of such are the women and children who it's reported are scared to report any abuse for fear of desperate recriminations.
So put the whole area into lock down. As deliberately suppressive as it is, it seems the only way.
And really, at its core, what he's suggesting is a territory wide suppression and enforcement backed up with extra police and quite possibly some military. (Where they're going to get that from I wonder; they're fighting personnel are all overseas).
Some have come out (well isn't THAT a surprise...) in condemnation of Howard's 'jackboot' mentality.
Mainly out of jealousy because given the chance, and right or wrong bedamned, they'd weild the exact same power. Proof positive that the opposition often rely on simple disagreement whether they have a viable alternative or not.
Given the circumstances here (the sexual abuse of aboriginal children), one has to be beggared at the oppositon's comments. Kids as young as three are being 'sold' for alcohol. They are being 'groomed' by being forced to watch pornography then act out the same for the gratification of the adults, who no doubt are hammered on booze.
There will be, I'm sure, allusions to the 'stolen generation' - when the authorities removed some children before because of a similar thing, that they weren't being properly cared for. But this recent report suggests of a practice that goes way beyond the mere 'not looking after'. This is raw abuse, plain and simple.
The only real answer is what Howard is suggesting - that they go in and 'clean up the area', to quote the PM. But you can build as many nice homes as you want; provide parks in which the kids can play; schools for them to attend, but until we make the adults responsible for themselves no amount of 'nice' things are going to solve the problem.
I've spoken of this before; these people are living in limbo; stuck in a nether world between living of the land as their ancestors did, yet having the benefits of civilization. And therein lies the problem. It has to be one or another. Living as an indigeonous people yet having access to civilization's ills is destroying them.
The 'ills' of which I speak in this case seem to be alcohol, petrol and pornography. And the victims of such are the women and children who it's reported are scared to report any abuse for fear of desperate recriminations.
So put the whole area into lock down. As deliberately suppressive as it is, it seems the only way.
BLIDDY DAGS! (as my aul lad would say)
I've been running with the boys when I 'walk' them of late. Trying to fitten myself up, y'know? Have to keep Muttars looking good - not getting any younger hoho!
Anyway...so I've just left the house and the boys have been in for a significant length of time and are understandably itching to get at it. I begin to run immediately. Scoob's on his lead (cause he's, the most disobedient mutt on earth) and Mutley's off his (cause conversely he's the MOST obedient - had something to do with a whallop that made his eyes spin when he was a pup - something for which I've mixed feelings).
We get to about 10 seconds in and Mutley starts thinking it's a game and runs beside me jumping up and generally getting under my feet (know what's coming?)
Yep, you've guessed it - he gets too close and my full weight comes down on his paw. I weigh 180 lbs and with momentum and gravity it must've been over 200 that crushed the small foot (surprised it didn't break anything actually but he's a tough wee doggie).
Well, it mightn't have physically broken anything, but it did break his temper and he immediately turned on his brother and began to tear lumps out of him. Scoob being Scoob and always up for a dig (attaboy Scoob!) defended himself and soon I was witnessing a full on dogfight - all snarling and teeth, blood and hair!
I try to pull Scoob away but he's on it now and besides, Mutley's not letting go and coming with us as I attempt to separate them.
So now I'm faced with three choices:
1. Go in hands first and pull them apart - you're joking aren't ye, that's how one loses one's fingers! Ask my Da. He thought he was Dr bloody Doolittle and did that exact thing - how many fingers did ye near lose, Da? Ho ho. I had advised strongly againt it seconds earlier.
2. Go in with feet, kicking and beating - and rely on force and pain to subdue them. They're my boys, don't want to do that.
3. Start screaming and bellowing like a banshee and hope my booming voice will distract them enough to halt the viciousness. This has been known to work but not always.
As was the case this time.
I start the aforementioned bellowing and screaming (which by the way, attracts much more attention from those in the vicinity as the curtains twitch and people come outside to see who's being killed).
To no effect - the boys are now in full attack mode (you wouldn't think it was possible from two such well-natured collies - well think again people, as I've said often, ALL dogs are capable of such being as they are, driven by nature).
And I'm screamin like an escapee from the insane asylum. Quite a picture - glad the TV cameras weren't there!
But it's no use - no matter how intensely I scream at them and attempt to separate by pulling Scoob away, they are locked in the throes of battle.
So I've only one option left to me and I let go of the lead and wade in with my feet, placing well-aimed kicks with the top of the foot into the ribs of the snarling beasts. Howls are forthcoming as I connect, (still yelling obscenities, but a little quieter) and eventually I manage to drive them apart. We three of us stand panting, the boys with holes in them, their white chest stained red with blood and tears in their snouts.
I turn to see neighbour out at his caravan staring open mouthed, apparently stunned into amazement at what he'd just witnessed (hey mate, y'wanna try bein in the middle o it!). Not sure what freaked him out more - the dogfight or the Irish banshee hoho.
Fu-uck me! Is the only way to accurately describe the exprience. Bloomin mutts spent the night on the verandah. Man, was I so pissed off!
And here's something you may find interesting - they had been castrated for years. Made not one iota of difference.
Course, having my testicles removed'd probably make me mad too hoho!
Anyway...so I've just left the house and the boys have been in for a significant length of time and are understandably itching to get at it. I begin to run immediately. Scoob's on his lead (cause he's, the most disobedient mutt on earth) and Mutley's off his (cause conversely he's the MOST obedient - had something to do with a whallop that made his eyes spin when he was a pup - something for which I've mixed feelings).
We get to about 10 seconds in and Mutley starts thinking it's a game and runs beside me jumping up and generally getting under my feet (know what's coming?)
Yep, you've guessed it - he gets too close and my full weight comes down on his paw. I weigh 180 lbs and with momentum and gravity it must've been over 200 that crushed the small foot (surprised it didn't break anything actually but he's a tough wee doggie).
Well, it mightn't have physically broken anything, but it did break his temper and he immediately turned on his brother and began to tear lumps out of him. Scoob being Scoob and always up for a dig (attaboy Scoob!) defended himself and soon I was witnessing a full on dogfight - all snarling and teeth, blood and hair!
I try to pull Scoob away but he's on it now and besides, Mutley's not letting go and coming with us as I attempt to separate them.
So now I'm faced with three choices:
1. Go in hands first and pull them apart - you're joking aren't ye, that's how one loses one's fingers! Ask my Da. He thought he was Dr bloody Doolittle and did that exact thing - how many fingers did ye near lose, Da? Ho ho. I had advised strongly againt it seconds earlier.
2. Go in with feet, kicking and beating - and rely on force and pain to subdue them. They're my boys, don't want to do that.
3. Start screaming and bellowing like a banshee and hope my booming voice will distract them enough to halt the viciousness. This has been known to work but not always.
As was the case this time.
I start the aforementioned bellowing and screaming (which by the way, attracts much more attention from those in the vicinity as the curtains twitch and people come outside to see who's being killed).
To no effect - the boys are now in full attack mode (you wouldn't think it was possible from two such well-natured collies - well think again people, as I've said often, ALL dogs are capable of such being as they are, driven by nature).
And I'm screamin like an escapee from the insane asylum. Quite a picture - glad the TV cameras weren't there!
But it's no use - no matter how intensely I scream at them and attempt to separate by pulling Scoob away, they are locked in the throes of battle.
So I've only one option left to me and I let go of the lead and wade in with my feet, placing well-aimed kicks with the top of the foot into the ribs of the snarling beasts. Howls are forthcoming as I connect, (still yelling obscenities, but a little quieter) and eventually I manage to drive them apart. We three of us stand panting, the boys with holes in them, their white chest stained red with blood and tears in their snouts.
I turn to see neighbour out at his caravan staring open mouthed, apparently stunned into amazement at what he'd just witnessed (hey mate, y'wanna try bein in the middle o it!). Not sure what freaked him out more - the dogfight or the Irish banshee hoho.
Fu-uck me! Is the only way to accurately describe the exprience. Bloomin mutts spent the night on the verandah. Man, was I so pissed off!
And here's something you may find interesting - they had been castrated for years. Made not one iota of difference.
Course, having my testicles removed'd probably make me mad too hoho!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
A WORLD WITHOUT WAR? ...DON'T...BE...ABSURD
At any one time there are around 100 conflicts occuring somewhere on earth. From the current favourite in Iraq (whose public interest wanes by the day), to guerillas in Darfur, to Tamil Tigers in Sri Lanka, the human race wars with itself.
In our personal lives, we are, if we're unlucky, invloved in violence ourselves. Visit ANY city late on a weekend night around the time when the bars close (a practice that seems to be being combated by never closing - "if we can't stop them fighting when it's kicking out time...then we'll just not kick them out full stop.") and you'll witness violence at the extreme as young men attempt to beat the shit out of one another, fully tanked up on booze.
People, young men especially, but with an increasing participation, young girls, are beating one another to death. With knives and clubs, guns and force of numbers, they attack unsuspecting would be victims. As I write, someone, somewhereis being beaten do death. Another, shot...yet another strangled...this is unremitting.
Conlict and war is simply a disagreement extrapolated to the nth degree - as far as it can go, actually. It can best be described at a fundamental level:
Put two men in a room, leave then there for an interminable length of time and violence will occur. It will almost certainly arise out of something so insignificant as to be laughable but will result in a violent act.
Extrapolte this to a global scale and you have war.
Yet, it's not ALL bad. War is good for the economy (of the stronger protaganist). Weapons have to be manufactured and supplied; uniforms made, and the biggest one, save the ordnance, fuel for the war machine. Certain parties make big from war. Cynical maybe - plain facts often are.
In our personal lives, we are, if we're unlucky, invloved in violence ourselves. Visit ANY city late on a weekend night around the time when the bars close (a practice that seems to be being combated by never closing - "if we can't stop them fighting when it's kicking out time...then we'll just not kick them out full stop.") and you'll witness violence at the extreme as young men attempt to beat the shit out of one another, fully tanked up on booze.
People, young men especially, but with an increasing participation, young girls, are beating one another to death. With knives and clubs, guns and force of numbers, they attack unsuspecting would be victims. As I write, someone, somewhereis being beaten do death. Another, shot...yet another strangled...this is unremitting.
Conlict and war is simply a disagreement extrapolated to the nth degree - as far as it can go, actually. It can best be described at a fundamental level:
Put two men in a room, leave then there for an interminable length of time and violence will occur. It will almost certainly arise out of something so insignificant as to be laughable but will result in a violent act.
Extrapolte this to a global scale and you have war.
Yet, it's not ALL bad. War is good for the economy (of the stronger protaganist). Weapons have to be manufactured and supplied; uniforms made, and the biggest one, save the ordnance, fuel for the war machine. Certain parties make big from war. Cynical maybe - plain facts often are.
MADDIE
The Potugese police have stopped digging for the little girl after having been handed the letter claiming the location of her young body.
They haven't said why they stopped but one can assume it wasn't because they indeed found her.
Why then? Could the police just be incompetent and the remains still lie somewhere in the field?
Or was the note someone's sick sense of humour? A fake, or more insidiously an intentional ploy to somehow throw the authorities off?
Surely there could be no-one would instigate such a play. Surely not. But hey, we're only human, right?
"*#@*#@*##*"
They haven't said why they stopped but one can assume it wasn't because they indeed found her.
Why then? Could the police just be incompetent and the remains still lie somewhere in the field?
Or was the note someone's sick sense of humour? A fake, or more insidiously an intentional ploy to somehow throw the authorities off?
Surely there could be no-one would instigate such a play. Surely not. But hey, we're only human, right?
"*#@*#@*##*"
Saturday, June 16, 2007
CRYOPRESERVATION
A procedure whereby the child is conceived 'sans coitus'.
The egg from the womb is deposited in a bank where it's held on ice until the would be parent feels the need for a child. She retrieves said egg and pops along to the local sperm bank (where the father in waiting has also previously deposited his seed) and collects her share of the goods.
Then to the...doctor, I suppose, to have the components made one.
No mess, no fuss, unless of course, like in the sit-com, Will and Grace, you get the bags mixed up and try to fuse the egg with your cheese and ham sandwich.
The whole procedure is a little detached and well, one misses out on the fun part - the naked part.
Or is that to be combined with computers a la 'Demolition man' where it's all in the mind. Actually, considering the ever increasing obesity problem, it may be difficult in future to find anyone whom one would want to see naked so maybe it's forward thinking.
Still fancy the 'nailin' part though.
The egg from the womb is deposited in a bank where it's held on ice until the would be parent feels the need for a child. She retrieves said egg and pops along to the local sperm bank (where the father in waiting has also previously deposited his seed) and collects her share of the goods.
Then to the...doctor, I suppose, to have the components made one.
No mess, no fuss, unless of course, like in the sit-com, Will and Grace, you get the bags mixed up and try to fuse the egg with your cheese and ham sandwich.
The whole procedure is a little detached and well, one misses out on the fun part - the naked part.
Or is that to be combined with computers a la 'Demolition man' where it's all in the mind. Actually, considering the ever increasing obesity problem, it may be difficult in future to find anyone whom one would want to see naked so maybe it's forward thinking.
Still fancy the 'nailin' part though.
DATE WITH A POLLY
Johnny Howard has come up with the idea to offer his members up for dates. For the bargain price of around eight thousand dollars.
Senator Coonan, a blonde with big hair, is on side, for an evening meal and coffee. If she 'puts out' at the end someone may consider it.
And hilariously, Joe Hockey, the industrial relations minister has signed on for a game of touch footy as his 'date'. If you ever saw Joe - hoho, he's like a weeble with legs. A short fat man who could barely run the length of himself without nearly passing out. Yeah, that's going to be a GREAT game (not).
And Tony Abbot, remember him? My favourite person. He's offering a date of dinner and conversation on Sydney Harbour. Think I'll maybe get a personal loan for that one just so I can throw the wee rebel over the side.
Sky news ran a poll, as they often do with topics, and when asked, 'would you pay for a date with a polly?', the respondents voted with a 98% NO.
Says it all really!
Senator Coonan, a blonde with big hair, is on side, for an evening meal and coffee. If she 'puts out' at the end someone may consider it.
And hilariously, Joe Hockey, the industrial relations minister has signed on for a game of touch footy as his 'date'. If you ever saw Joe - hoho, he's like a weeble with legs. A short fat man who could barely run the length of himself without nearly passing out. Yeah, that's going to be a GREAT game (not).
And Tony Abbot, remember him? My favourite person. He's offering a date of dinner and conversation on Sydney Harbour. Think I'll maybe get a personal loan for that one just so I can throw the wee rebel over the side.
Sky news ran a poll, as they often do with topics, and when asked, 'would you pay for a date with a polly?', the respondents voted with a 98% NO.
Says it all really!
ABORIGINAL ABUSE
A recent report from Australia claims there is child sexual abuse in every aboriginal community in the Northern Territories of Australia.
Lack of education and easy access to alcohol are held as the main reasons.
Okay, I'm not afraid to say it - most are, but then most are weak.
These indiginents live like animals. They are a hybrid race, caught in the netherworld between living in caves and civilization. They live in buildings, they appear to do laundry even (I'm certain only the females do though) and they aimlessly wander around the dirt roads in the community. So in much they are alike to any unemployed people with nothing to do with their time.
And like some, they abuse alcohol, and if that can't be obtained, then the sniffing of petrol.
However, what differentiates them from the common or garden bludger (to use the Australian vernacular) is that they sell their children to others for their habits; they prostitute them out for petrol they can sniff. Reports tell of 10 year old boys being passed around groups of up to 10 men as they abuse and rape. Five year olds with std's. Children being forced to watch pornagraphic films the made to act them out on each other.
Don't fucking tell me they don't live like animals.
And yet, there are successful members of this community; Aboringinees who have assimilated well with civiliztion - indeed, excelled in such. Think, Cathy Freeman, the olympian; Anthony 'the man' Mundine, the ex-rugby league star, now turned successful boxer; Ernie Dingo, the television presenter. There are many other examples of such success. Men and women who have become members of society and who contribute.
But those who choose to live as their ancestors did - off the land and separated from mainstream society are obssessed with 'their land' and feel like the white man somehow, having 'stolen' said land, owes them a living.
Look pal, lose the face paint and jungle clothing, get your hair cut and tidy yourself up, then join society and get screwed over like the rest of us but while you continue to dance around like a wild tribe and bugger your children for a sniff of petrol you will never be able to assimilate.
If you choose to live 'a la natural' as it were - then fine, I have no problem with that and in fact, I would probably have more interest in your kind if you stuck to that way, but when you get into the firewater (with all it's ramifications) provided by my tax dollars that's where I draw the line.
A proud race they may once have been. Now they're just more victims of...themselves.
Lack of education and easy access to alcohol are held as the main reasons.
Okay, I'm not afraid to say it - most are, but then most are weak.
These indiginents live like animals. They are a hybrid race, caught in the netherworld between living in caves and civilization. They live in buildings, they appear to do laundry even (I'm certain only the females do though) and they aimlessly wander around the dirt roads in the community. So in much they are alike to any unemployed people with nothing to do with their time.
And like some, they abuse alcohol, and if that can't be obtained, then the sniffing of petrol.
However, what differentiates them from the common or garden bludger (to use the Australian vernacular) is that they sell their children to others for their habits; they prostitute them out for petrol they can sniff. Reports tell of 10 year old boys being passed around groups of up to 10 men as they abuse and rape. Five year olds with std's. Children being forced to watch pornagraphic films the made to act them out on each other.
Don't fucking tell me they don't live like animals.
And yet, there are successful members of this community; Aboringinees who have assimilated well with civiliztion - indeed, excelled in such. Think, Cathy Freeman, the olympian; Anthony 'the man' Mundine, the ex-rugby league star, now turned successful boxer; Ernie Dingo, the television presenter. There are many other examples of such success. Men and women who have become members of society and who contribute.
But those who choose to live as their ancestors did - off the land and separated from mainstream society are obssessed with 'their land' and feel like the white man somehow, having 'stolen' said land, owes them a living.
Look pal, lose the face paint and jungle clothing, get your hair cut and tidy yourself up, then join society and get screwed over like the rest of us but while you continue to dance around like a wild tribe and bugger your children for a sniff of petrol you will never be able to assimilate.
If you choose to live 'a la natural' as it were - then fine, I have no problem with that and in fact, I would probably have more interest in your kind if you stuck to that way, but when you get into the firewater (with all it's ramifications) provided by my tax dollars that's where I draw the line.
A proud race they may once have been. Now they're just more victims of...themselves.
Friday, June 15, 2007
HAMAS/FATAH
The Palestinians are at it again.
The Hamas and Fatah factions are fighting hard for control of the Gaza Strip in Palestine. Actually, to be more accurate, Hamas is over-running anything Fatah occupied in the whole of the Gaza strip and before too long will occupy all of the strip, the poorest piece of real estate in the region. What they'll do with it seems to be anyone's guess.
But as Hamas are Islamists, it's another sign of the growing power of Al Qaeda throughout the world. The Hizbollah faction in Lebanon are also becoming ever stronger, still launching attacks periodically into Israel. This on top of Israel's intelligence service warning of a 'summer' offensive brewing from its neighbour, Syria.
Meanwhile Iran quietly and determinedly continues its uranium enrichment program in violation of the UN's instruction to cease and desist.
So you have this land of violence, it inhabitants fighting furiously against one another like as many rabid dogs. And the Allies stick their hand right in between in order to separate the opponents. Are any of us surprised when that hand gets bitten?
America, if not worried, SHOULD be; this is an enemy the like of which the world has never seen, and it's more than a match for any one country and despite her envoys travelling the globe in seek of support as Cheney did recently in Australia when he spoke of America's appreciation (whilst knowing at best it was only moral), the USA is the Islamists prime target.
Whether it's because America symbolizes all that's wrong with the west or that her collapse will shake, and reshape even, the world, only they know.
But they're very involvement in the propaganda side of warfare adds another dimension to their strength - and they have a lot of support.
And in a benign move inspired by their victory against Fatah, Hamas has offered to work with the opposing government to ease future problems. They have also publicly announced that no-one is to kidnap foreign journalists as they are only there to help them. More propoganda which is already gaining a lot of support
To this add America's image of being...let's say not squeaky clean, and you have a balance of support that teeters.
Furthermore, the one thing Al Qaeda has in their favour and America HASN'T as every day another soldier dies, is time. Islam has existed for centuries, and has fought with its enemies for virtually the entire time; as a protagonist in a war of attrition, with a seemingly indefatigueable army of volunteers, they very much have time on their side and are prepared to forward any amount of martyrs to achieve the goal.
And when America collapses it will rock the world to its core. Upheavel won't do what follows justice as nations fight for the scraps of this once mighty nation. The rich will have left long before; only the poor will remain, nomads in a dead land.
China is most probably the nation who'll take over. And although China is less encumbered by the same ridiculous political correctness as the US is, and therefore more likely to stomp on at least some rights, they still won't be powerful enough alone to withstand the onslaught of an inspired by victory Islamic force.
And then it might actually affect me directly as the Islamists force THEIR way of life onto me.
Nothing ever changes
EXPERIMENT
Okay...
For the past 6 or 7 weeks I've been conducting an experiment using myself as a guinea pig. I say 6 or 7 as tribute to my legendary slackness at keeping records. (Think there's a plus/minus factor though so...)
Anyway, filthy pig that I am, I haven't washed my hair with shampoo in 6 (or 7) weeks. Let me be clear however, I do wash it as I would with shampoo, except with just water but nevertheless the aul mop does tend to get a bit manky.
Well, now, some 8 ish weeks later, I can report my mane (which is in shocking need of a trim) is soft and fluffy. Clean, smells nice and looks it.
Wow, that's something the shampoo manufacturers aren't goin to like!
For the past 6 or 7 weeks I've been conducting an experiment using myself as a guinea pig. I say 6 or 7 as tribute to my legendary slackness at keeping records. (Think there's a plus/minus factor though so...)
Anyway, filthy pig that I am, I haven't washed my hair with shampoo in 6 (or 7) weeks. Let me be clear however, I do wash it as I would with shampoo, except with just water but nevertheless the aul mop does tend to get a bit manky.
Well, now, some 8 ish weeks later, I can report my mane (which is in shocking need of a trim) is soft and fluffy. Clean, smells nice and looks it.
Wow, that's something the shampoo manufacturers aren't goin to like!
STAGGERING
I saw this little piece in the paper yesterday. I've had to wait until now to write about it, such rage it inspired in me. Read on and you'll understand:
Three kangaroos were found dead this past Sunday on a beach at South Durras, near Batemans Bay on the NSW south coast.
But not just dead. These relatively harmless animals, which grace the nations coat of arms no less, were victims of a senseless attack of brutality.
One of them was decapitated; a second beaten to death with a club, and a third had its eyes gouged out before being left for dead.
I expect anyone with even a shred of decency can now understand my forementioned rage.
A small consolation is that there was a joey in the pouch of one of the trusting 'Roos that the scum didn't see. Christ only knows what act they'd have perpetrated on the little joey.
I'm at a loss as to what would drive a person to do such a thing. And my biggest fear is that it was kids, or young men at least whose upbringing must have been so lacking in moral fibre that they consider this acceptable.
The parents must take responsibility for this. What are you teaching your children that results in this behaviour?
This whole family should be locked up forever!
Three kangaroos were found dead this past Sunday on a beach at South Durras, near Batemans Bay on the NSW south coast.
But not just dead. These relatively harmless animals, which grace the nations coat of arms no less, were victims of a senseless attack of brutality.
One of them was decapitated; a second beaten to death with a club, and a third had its eyes gouged out before being left for dead.
I expect anyone with even a shred of decency can now understand my forementioned rage.
A small consolation is that there was a joey in the pouch of one of the trusting 'Roos that the scum didn't see. Christ only knows what act they'd have perpetrated on the little joey.
I'm at a loss as to what would drive a person to do such a thing. And my biggest fear is that it was kids, or young men at least whose upbringing must have been so lacking in moral fibre that they consider this acceptable.
The parents must take responsibility for this. What are you teaching your children that results in this behaviour?
This whole family should be locked up forever!
THE LAST STRAW
Ho ho - listen to this:
A new law has been passed in the state of Louisiana in the US. It concerns those who wear those baggy pants that ride so low one can see the underwear.
And right enough, the mere sight of such youths normally fills me with the desire to hand out a slap with an additional "get a hold of yourself, idiot". Course, if I did that I'd be sued!
It's funny too, the level of disrespect in the wearer of such 'pants' seems to directly correlate with the amount of 'bagginess'.
I have an amendment to the law. How about this? Anyone who shows their underwear has no recourse when I give them a 'grundy' (grundy's an Irish word that describes the act of pulling someone's underwear up from the waistband - the intention being to get said undies over the wearer's head and provide some discomfort as the material tries to work its way up their arse).
A new law has been passed in the state of Louisiana in the US. It concerns those who wear those baggy pants that ride so low one can see the underwear.
And right enough, the mere sight of such youths normally fills me with the desire to hand out a slap with an additional "get a hold of yourself, idiot". Course, if I did that I'd be sued!
It's funny too, the level of disrespect in the wearer of such 'pants' seems to directly correlate with the amount of 'bagginess'.
I have an amendment to the law. How about this? Anyone who shows their underwear has no recourse when I give them a 'grundy' (grundy's an Irish word that describes the act of pulling someone's underwear up from the waistband - the intention being to get said undies over the wearer's head and provide some discomfort as the material tries to work its way up their arse).
Thursday, June 14, 2007
MADDIE
A Dutch newspaper has received an anonymous letter claiming to know the whereabouts of the little girl.
Apparently she's buried in a field about 15 minutes from where she was snatched. I'm torn between wanting it to be true - because then she'll at least be out of her misery, and hoping she'll still be found alive - but in that case what damage must have been perpetrated on her mind.
Find who did this - find them and execute them!
Apparently she's buried in a field about 15 minutes from where she was snatched. I'm torn between wanting it to be true - because then she'll at least be out of her misery, and hoping she'll still be found alive - but in that case what damage must have been perpetrated on her mind.
Find who did this - find them and execute them!
ANOTHER DOG ATTACK
Yep, it's happened again.
Except this time a woman was found dead in her home after being attacked by her own dogs. Apparently she had a large number of them - it's not said how many, only that 11 of them have been impounded, so we can assume more than 11.
And it also transpires that many of the animals were cross breeds which is always a risk.
Look, when are people going to learn that dogs, no matter how domesticated, are ultimately ruled by nature. True, we can train the majority of it out of them but there will always remain a part of any animal (including human by the way) that's determined by a genetic, almost primal natural response.
Dogs in that amount are considered a pack and pack animals do what nature tells them. It's unfortunate but who in their right mind has 11 dogs in a normal sized house? I have 2 and even only 2 demonstrate a viciousness on occasion. No-one short of superman would be able to control 11 dogs once they get the taste of agression.
And surprise surprise, the 11 were destroyed.
Except this time a woman was found dead in her home after being attacked by her own dogs. Apparently she had a large number of them - it's not said how many, only that 11 of them have been impounded, so we can assume more than 11.
And it also transpires that many of the animals were cross breeds which is always a risk.
Look, when are people going to learn that dogs, no matter how domesticated, are ultimately ruled by nature. True, we can train the majority of it out of them but there will always remain a part of any animal (including human by the way) that's determined by a genetic, almost primal natural response.
Dogs in that amount are considered a pack and pack animals do what nature tells them. It's unfortunate but who in their right mind has 11 dogs in a normal sized house? I have 2 and even only 2 demonstrate a viciousness on occasion. No-one short of superman would be able to control 11 dogs once they get the taste of agression.
And surprise surprise, the 11 were destroyed.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
RESPECT
Respect: consideration for the feelings or rights of others.
The English language as we all know, and much like the law, is constantly evolving to suit societies varying trends. Every year new words are added and some removed - those that are considered antiquated.
Maybe we should add the above word to the list of defunct words for the only people from whom respect seems to be forthcoming are of the older generation.
Modern youth, brought up on a diet of 'want it now' and immune from any sort of ramification for their acts seem unable to express respect anymore. It used to be a parent's job to teach this but it has been removed from their hands by the machinations of the PC lobby and the bleeding hearts (God, how I despise those people).
These very same people are now the ones whose voice laments the loudest the lack of respect amongst the youth of today.
"Why can't they show some respect to their elders", they ask. "Why do they behave as they do?"
Kids are brought up to believe that they're untouchable; they are free from punishment, instead having to sit while their hand-tied parent/guardian tells them why it's wrong to be rude to people - which they subsequently ignore, chuckle to their friends and carry on regardless.
"Hitting kids simply teaches them to use violence to solve their problems", is another phrase the PC are fond of repeating. What nonsense!
I've been whalloped many times in my life and NOT ONCE did I NOT deserve it. Didn't like it much; had a sore arse afterwards too but whatever it was that warranted such a clout, I rarely repeated. If I was stupid enough to do so, then I could expect more of the same.
And I have never started a fight with anyone in my entire life.
Then of course they blame the advent of the modern computer game - the games in which it's cool to steal cars, beat people up, maim and kill. We had those games when I was a kid too - true they weren't quite as graphic but the intent was the same. "Shoot 'em up" games they were known as. I played them, I stopped and went outside to kick around a football with out thoughts of torture and violence invading my mind.
I can remember some time ago when some no mark came out in condemnation of the old Tom and Jerry cartoons, claiming they were too violent, that they encouraged violence among the kids.
... ... ...(this is me speechless). Maybe someone should have told these people - they were just cartoons, unreflective of real life (cause we all know in real life the poor mouse always gets the shit end of the stick when encountering a cat - one of the reasons, along with selfishness, why cats are bastards but that's for another time).
Isn't it our duty as adults to educate the young in this? Oh, that's right, we can't anymore - some bleeding heart protective of kiddies' delicate little minds has decided that to hit is wrong.
Well, we all are now facing the result of that over protection. A report recently released claims something like 50% of female school teachers are in fear of their students. AVO's (apprehended violence orders) are commonplace amongst our teachers. Can you believe it? The very people in whom we place our trust to educate our young are now afraid of them.
When I was at school, it was I who had the fear, not only from the authority of the teacher but what my parents would do when told of my misdemeanour. So it was a double whammy - not only did I have to endure whatever punishment the teacher chose (whether it was a clip round the ear - that's "clip" not "punch" or the embarrassment of standing in front of the class while I was publicly chastised) but I also had a whallop from my parent to look forward to when I got home!
Now, it's a case of "what are you gonna do about it - you can't touch me, I'll call the cops". Sweet Lord, see what you people have caused with your "protect the little ones" mentality. The very authority to teach has been removed along with parenting.
Kids coming to school with knives and guns is becoming increasingly prevalent as well. Where a school child gets a gun in the first place is a sad indictment on society in itself.
The "little ones" aren't so innocent anymore.
The English language as we all know, and much like the law, is constantly evolving to suit societies varying trends. Every year new words are added and some removed - those that are considered antiquated.
Maybe we should add the above word to the list of defunct words for the only people from whom respect seems to be forthcoming are of the older generation.
Modern youth, brought up on a diet of 'want it now' and immune from any sort of ramification for their acts seem unable to express respect anymore. It used to be a parent's job to teach this but it has been removed from their hands by the machinations of the PC lobby and the bleeding hearts (God, how I despise those people).
These very same people are now the ones whose voice laments the loudest the lack of respect amongst the youth of today.
"Why can't they show some respect to their elders", they ask. "Why do they behave as they do?"
Kids are brought up to believe that they're untouchable; they are free from punishment, instead having to sit while their hand-tied parent/guardian tells them why it's wrong to be rude to people - which they subsequently ignore, chuckle to their friends and carry on regardless.
"Hitting kids simply teaches them to use violence to solve their problems", is another phrase the PC are fond of repeating. What nonsense!
I've been whalloped many times in my life and NOT ONCE did I NOT deserve it. Didn't like it much; had a sore arse afterwards too but whatever it was that warranted such a clout, I rarely repeated. If I was stupid enough to do so, then I could expect more of the same.
And I have never started a fight with anyone in my entire life.
Then of course they blame the advent of the modern computer game - the games in which it's cool to steal cars, beat people up, maim and kill. We had those games when I was a kid too - true they weren't quite as graphic but the intent was the same. "Shoot 'em up" games they were known as. I played them, I stopped and went outside to kick around a football with out thoughts of torture and violence invading my mind.
I can remember some time ago when some no mark came out in condemnation of the old Tom and Jerry cartoons, claiming they were too violent, that they encouraged violence among the kids.
... ... ...(this is me speechless). Maybe someone should have told these people - they were just cartoons, unreflective of real life (cause we all know in real life the poor mouse always gets the shit end of the stick when encountering a cat - one of the reasons, along with selfishness, why cats are bastards but that's for another time).
Isn't it our duty as adults to educate the young in this? Oh, that's right, we can't anymore - some bleeding heart protective of kiddies' delicate little minds has decided that to hit is wrong.
Well, we all are now facing the result of that over protection. A report recently released claims something like 50% of female school teachers are in fear of their students. AVO's (apprehended violence orders) are commonplace amongst our teachers. Can you believe it? The very people in whom we place our trust to educate our young are now afraid of them.
When I was at school, it was I who had the fear, not only from the authority of the teacher but what my parents would do when told of my misdemeanour. So it was a double whammy - not only did I have to endure whatever punishment the teacher chose (whether it was a clip round the ear - that's "clip" not "punch" or the embarrassment of standing in front of the class while I was publicly chastised) but I also had a whallop from my parent to look forward to when I got home!
Now, it's a case of "what are you gonna do about it - you can't touch me, I'll call the cops". Sweet Lord, see what you people have caused with your "protect the little ones" mentality. The very authority to teach has been removed along with parenting.
Kids coming to school with knives and guns is becoming increasingly prevalent as well. Where a school child gets a gun in the first place is a sad indictment on society in itself.
The "little ones" aren't so innocent anymore.
Monday, June 11, 2007
ANOTHER RACE - ANOTHER DEAD HORSE
Another horse race was run yesterday and in it, as is often the case, was a quite horrific 'crash' where one horse stumbled and another smashed right into it. The jockey was thrown obviously and tumbled.
The result?
Everyone showed great concern for the jockey who escaped with bruises and the unfortunate animal was put down because it broke a leg.
Just another example of humans using a living creature as his plaything. And what makes it even worse is the motivation wasn't even fun - just money.
Pity they couldn't put the rider down! Or the fat piece of shit who profits from it!
The result?
Everyone showed great concern for the jockey who escaped with bruises and the unfortunate animal was put down because it broke a leg.
Just another example of humans using a living creature as his plaything. And what makes it even worse is the motivation wasn't even fun - just money.
Pity they couldn't put the rider down! Or the fat piece of shit who profits from it!
THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY
Today in Australia is a public holiday; known as the Queen's birthday celebration. The fact that Her Majesty was born on April the 21st doesn't matter. The fact that it's her birthday doesn't matter either.
This is just another excuse for a day off.
Anzac day
Australia day
Queen's birthday
Any chance to slack off; it's the Australian way. Do as little as possible and get to the bar as soon as (to use their vernacular) to down a few cold ones!
This is just another excuse for a day off.
Anzac day
Australia day
Queen's birthday
Any chance to slack off; it's the Australian way. Do as little as possible and get to the bar as soon as (to use their vernacular) to down a few cold ones!
MADDIE
The little girl snatched from the Portugese seaside town has still yet to be found. The McCanns, during their tour of Europe to raise awareness of the child's abduction have been shocked to hear from a German journalist that they themselves may be suspects.
That's quite an accusation - though...the McCanns do seem to be reacting to this in a very controlled way. From day one they've appeared to be stoic, perhaps not what one would expect from a family whose four year old daughter had been snatched.
The general concensus is that she's been abducted by a professional paedophile gang. What can I say to that - what can anyone say?
It beggars the mind that such people exist.
That's quite an accusation - though...the McCanns do seem to be reacting to this in a very controlled way. From day one they've appeared to be stoic, perhaps not what one would expect from a family whose four year old daughter had been snatched.
The general concensus is that she's been abducted by a professional paedophile gang. What can I say to that - what can anyone say?
It beggars the mind that such people exist.
THE SAGA CONTINUES
And it transpires that Ms Hilton's billionaire grandfather donated money to the election campaign of the sherriff who released the heiress from jail.
The paper reports the payment as maybe being a "quid pro quo".
May be? Tch! - IS, would be more accurate methinks!
Money eh? Nothing more to say really.
The paper reports the payment as maybe being a "quid pro quo".
May be? Tch! - IS, would be more accurate methinks!
Money eh? Nothing more to say really.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
VALENTINO ROSSI - THE BEST EVER?
WOW!!!
I've just watched the Spanish motogp from the Catalunya circuit - and as the commentator said "you don't get better racing than this ANYWHERE in the world".
The battle between Rossi, Stoner and Pedrosa was classed as epic by the aforementioned commentator. And he'd be right.
It started about lap 15 of 28 when after the race had settled after the jostling for position that occurs in the first few laps, the three riders could be covered with a bedsheet. Stoner and Rossi changed the lead many times from lap 15 until the end; Rossi diving up the inside, literally inches away, Stoner replying with a paint scraping pass of his own. Rear ends almost sideways under the outrageously late braking that saw the wheel break contact with the ground as they each tried to beat one another into the various turns.
The roar of the 125,000 strong crowd's approval could be heard over the howl of the screaming engines of the 800cc bikes.
All the while, Pedrosa lurked mere feet away.
This carried on for 13 laps, the lead changing time and time again as I perched on the edge of my seat.
Rossi, the 7 time world champion pressured the young Australian at every opportunity, with the lead changing multiple times per lap and eventuating with Stoner, the 21 year old Australian crossing the line .0026 of a second before Rossi.
That's two hundredths of one second just so we're clear.
Pedrosa was close behind.
My heart was literally pounding in my chest by the end. I even had to take deeper breaths. Like the man said - you don't get racing better than this - anywhere. Forget the snoozeville F1, nascar, V8's - nothing on 4 wheels comes even close.
A most satisfying win it must have been to hold off the doctor's attacks and Stoner should be proud of his performance under such pressure from not only the fastest but the smartest in terms of strategy, rider there is.
However, it has to be said, whilst paying all due respect to young Stoner, that his machine blasted past Rossi's on the straight every time. And still Rossi managed to pull something out in the turns - often.
This young man from Australia is one to watch, of that there is no question, but whether he can match the Doctor...?
This second placing put Rossi ahead of everybody ever in terms of number of podium positions - Eddie Lawson, Wayne Rainey, Mick Doohan, even the world famous Giacomo Agostini. Add to this the fact he's broken virtually every record that exists in motorcycle racing (and a few that didn't) and you have a legend in his own time.
And in my book and that of most, that makes the 28 year old Italian and multiple world champion the best there has ever been in the history of the sport.
So to answer the question in the title...a resounding, unquestionable yes!
I've just watched the Spanish motogp from the Catalunya circuit - and as the commentator said "you don't get better racing than this ANYWHERE in the world".
The battle between Rossi, Stoner and Pedrosa was classed as epic by the aforementioned commentator. And he'd be right.
It started about lap 15 of 28 when after the race had settled after the jostling for position that occurs in the first few laps, the three riders could be covered with a bedsheet. Stoner and Rossi changed the lead many times from lap 15 until the end; Rossi diving up the inside, literally inches away, Stoner replying with a paint scraping pass of his own. Rear ends almost sideways under the outrageously late braking that saw the wheel break contact with the ground as they each tried to beat one another into the various turns.
The roar of the 125,000 strong crowd's approval could be heard over the howl of the screaming engines of the 800cc bikes.
All the while, Pedrosa lurked mere feet away.
This carried on for 13 laps, the lead changing time and time again as I perched on the edge of my seat.
Rossi, the 7 time world champion pressured the young Australian at every opportunity, with the lead changing multiple times per lap and eventuating with Stoner, the 21 year old Australian crossing the line .0026 of a second before Rossi.
That's two hundredths of one second just so we're clear.
Pedrosa was close behind.
My heart was literally pounding in my chest by the end. I even had to take deeper breaths. Like the man said - you don't get racing better than this - anywhere. Forget the snoozeville F1, nascar, V8's - nothing on 4 wheels comes even close.
A most satisfying win it must have been to hold off the doctor's attacks and Stoner should be proud of his performance under such pressure from not only the fastest but the smartest in terms of strategy, rider there is.
However, it has to be said, whilst paying all due respect to young Stoner, that his machine blasted past Rossi's on the straight every time. And still Rossi managed to pull something out in the turns - often.
This young man from Australia is one to watch, of that there is no question, but whether he can match the Doctor...?
This second placing put Rossi ahead of everybody ever in terms of number of podium positions - Eddie Lawson, Wayne Rainey, Mick Doohan, even the world famous Giacomo Agostini. Add to this the fact he's broken virtually every record that exists in motorcycle racing (and a few that didn't) and you have a legend in his own time.
And in my book and that of most, that makes the 28 year old Italian and multiple world champion the best there has ever been in the history of the sport.
So to answer the question in the title...a resounding, unquestionable yes!
Saturday, June 09, 2007
PASHA BULKER
The weather on the South East coast, around the Newcastle area is displaying its dominance at will over man.
Rain and winds, it's been referred to as a storm. Major flooding and 7 deaths so far as the nation that doesn't see rain for years at a time succumbed to nature's ruffle of her feathers. (Bet you don't feel so big now, eh?)
Another consequence of this 'storm' is the grounding (beaching, more accurately) of the bulk container ship, the Pasha Bulker. It makes for quite a sight, this leviathan of the seas land locked and vunerable as the angry sea smashes over the ship.
Funny thing was, the reporter spoke of brave men stranded on the ship, and talked of no injuries despite the Pasha Bulker grounding itself.
Let me tell ye something - the ship approached the shallow at a snails pace (or maybe a little bit faster) and its momentum just literally ground its way up the sand - slowly but interminably. It didn't come in full speed either - just the speed at which it was driven by the surf so the equivalent in car accidents would be akin to bumping a car as you were slowly reversing.
Matters not to the commercial driven TV stations, no, in the name of drama (viewers, revenue), the reporter turned it into this great big melodrama.
Within ten seconds of first viewing the stricken ships location relative to its surroundings, the situation was glaringly obvious - the vessel has run aground onto a sandy beach. In part it's supporting it's own weight at the front; the stern will still most likely have the additional support of an amount of water.
The biggest danger is if the ship falls to its side -that only their only fear.
When the weather clears you get (need an engineer to be precise) a number of the large tugs, the sort used for manoevouring such massive ships, and attach them via tow cables to the ship; await the next high tide, and pull the beached monster back into deeper water. Transferring the great weight of the running consumables may be an option to lighten the load, however that may be insignificant in its effect.
Another option would be to build a weir around the ship and refloat it by pumping water into it. Then a second, then a third and so on.
However, this would be enormous in terms of both money and time and almost certainly prohibitive.
A third option would be dredging a channel from the semi-afloat stern to deeper water. Accessing close enough to the stern could prove difficult though and two beached ships is the last thing needed so...again, engineers needed.
So those are the available options, none of which AREN'T expensive. I so hope an insurance company has to cover it. Oh please let it be so!
If I can just add a footnote:
Morris Iemma, the NSW Premier who since the election until now has been virtually unheard of, has siezed this opportunity to preside over a balls up that WASN'T his government's fault! Another blatant example of sleaked politico. God these people make me SICK!
Rain and winds, it's been referred to as a storm. Major flooding and 7 deaths so far as the nation that doesn't see rain for years at a time succumbed to nature's ruffle of her feathers. (Bet you don't feel so big now, eh?)
Another consequence of this 'storm' is the grounding (beaching, more accurately) of the bulk container ship, the Pasha Bulker. It makes for quite a sight, this leviathan of the seas land locked and vunerable as the angry sea smashes over the ship.
Funny thing was, the reporter spoke of brave men stranded on the ship, and talked of no injuries despite the Pasha Bulker grounding itself.
Let me tell ye something - the ship approached the shallow at a snails pace (or maybe a little bit faster) and its momentum just literally ground its way up the sand - slowly but interminably. It didn't come in full speed either - just the speed at which it was driven by the surf so the equivalent in car accidents would be akin to bumping a car as you were slowly reversing.
Matters not to the commercial driven TV stations, no, in the name of drama (viewers, revenue), the reporter turned it into this great big melodrama.
Within ten seconds of first viewing the stricken ships location relative to its surroundings, the situation was glaringly obvious - the vessel has run aground onto a sandy beach. In part it's supporting it's own weight at the front; the stern will still most likely have the additional support of an amount of water.
The biggest danger is if the ship falls to its side -that only their only fear.
When the weather clears you get (need an engineer to be precise) a number of the large tugs, the sort used for manoevouring such massive ships, and attach them via tow cables to the ship; await the next high tide, and pull the beached monster back into deeper water. Transferring the great weight of the running consumables may be an option to lighten the load, however that may be insignificant in its effect.
Another option would be to build a weir around the ship and refloat it by pumping water into it. Then a second, then a third and so on.
However, this would be enormous in terms of both money and time and almost certainly prohibitive.
A third option would be dredging a channel from the semi-afloat stern to deeper water. Accessing close enough to the stern could prove difficult though and two beached ships is the last thing needed so...again, engineers needed.
So those are the available options, none of which AREN'T expensive. I so hope an insurance company has to cover it. Oh please let it be so!
If I can just add a footnote:
Morris Iemma, the NSW Premier who since the election until now has been virtually unheard of, has siezed this opportunity to preside over a balls up that WASN'T his government's fault! Another blatant example of sleaked politico. God these people make me SICK!
Friday, June 08, 2007
GPS WITH ATTITUDE
There was an ad on TV today from an electronics supplier flogging off all manner of goods from plasma TVs to DVD players, stereos to GPS systems.
It spurred a memory from not long ago of a chap on the radio who was espousing with great enthusiasm the benefits of such toys, specifically the GPS.
"It has speed camera locations...amm...tr...ammm...school zones...amm...(he was struggling at this point to fulfil said espousement) speed cameras (he repeated)..."
Must of been the pressure of live radio threw him. He went on to tell of his wife - "it's even good for the wife, y'know, if she misses the first turn, the GPS tells her which next one to take". Ha, wait till she hears that! Hoho, chappy's in for a slap.
It got me to thinking:
For those types who cant seem to follow basic instruction AND drive a car simultaneously, there should be a second facetious prompt - sortof, "I'm sorry, which part of turn left didn't you understand?", or, "shall I speak slower?" (and for the truly vengeful, you could program the voice to launch into a complete diatribe resulting in the highly strung's temporary emotional collapse; have them pulled over boo-hooing at the side of the road at the horrid lady! hoho).
Instead of the greeting, you could have the computer remembering past disgressions such as last time you forgot your phone. "Now", it would say, "are you SURE you've got everything?", perhaps muttering under its breath "bonehead".
A GPS with attitude!
GPS indeed - I have a UBD, does that count?
It spurred a memory from not long ago of a chap on the radio who was espousing with great enthusiasm the benefits of such toys, specifically the GPS.
"It has speed camera locations...amm...tr...ammm...school zones...amm...(he was struggling at this point to fulfil said espousement) speed cameras (he repeated)..."
Must of been the pressure of live radio threw him. He went on to tell of his wife - "it's even good for the wife, y'know, if she misses the first turn, the GPS tells her which next one to take". Ha, wait till she hears that! Hoho, chappy's in for a slap.
It got me to thinking:
For those types who cant seem to follow basic instruction AND drive a car simultaneously, there should be a second facetious prompt - sortof, "I'm sorry, which part of turn left didn't you understand?", or, "shall I speak slower?" (and for the truly vengeful, you could program the voice to launch into a complete diatribe resulting in the highly strung's temporary emotional collapse; have them pulled over boo-hooing at the side of the road at the horrid lady! hoho).
Instead of the greeting, you could have the computer remembering past disgressions such as last time you forgot your phone. "Now", it would say, "are you SURE you've got everything?", perhaps muttering under its breath "bonehead".
A GPS with attitude!
GPS indeed - I have a UBD, does that count?
More on Paris
She's been released after one day - something to do with a rash or something (she must have taken in the wrong make-up; either that or the jail cosmetics don't meet the standard of her rich skin).
One rule for the rich...
Sure, it's never been any different, silver spoon remember? The rich have their own laws and it's just another example of how money talks.
News just in - unspecified medical reasons. That's the reason - apparently. Specifically? Could mean literally anything.
And on a related story, another mega rich woman, Oprah, has given a speech at some university telling the audience that 'you cannot walk the path of privilege without remembering the less privileged you left behind'.
Fine words Oprah - you might even mean it!
One rule for the rich...
Sure, it's never been any different, silver spoon remember? The rich have their own laws and it's just another example of how money talks.
News just in - unspecified medical reasons. That's the reason - apparently. Specifically? Could mean literally anything.
And on a related story, another mega rich woman, Oprah, has given a speech at some university telling the audience that 'you cannot walk the path of privilege without remembering the less privileged you left behind'.
Fine words Oprah - you might even mean it!
G8 Summit
"We will consider seriously, a halving of global emissions by 2050".
This is what our masters have to offer so far - to consider, seriously; oh right - seriously? That's ok then, we can now rest assured. Although does that mean you consider other less 'serious' issues with a level of disinterest?
Looking around, that seems to fit. As in everything it'll come down to cost - and that's not good for the future.
"Sorry guys - we can't afford to fix the planet". (Which is just as well as nothing we can do can combat natures cycle).
This is what our masters have to offer so far - to consider, seriously; oh right - seriously? That's ok then, we can now rest assured. Although does that mean you consider other less 'serious' issues with a level of disinterest?
Looking around, that seems to fit. As in everything it'll come down to cost - and that's not good for the future.
"Sorry guys - we can't afford to fix the planet". (Which is just as well as nothing we can do can combat natures cycle).
Thursday, June 07, 2007
TRUCK CRASH DEVELOPMENT
Well, the truck driver involved in the horrific collision with the train has been charged with culpable driving.
So there y'go - it happened as I thought, he simply didn't pay enough attention. One doesn't drive into a train if one is.
That's brings with it, huge ramifications.
So there y'go - it happened as I thought, he simply didn't pay enough attention. One doesn't drive into a train if one is.
That's brings with it, huge ramifications.
DOGGY CAMPS
Usually, I'd be inclined to start such a piece with "Only in America" and while this does fit in the realm of people with too much money, I find myself thinking at the same time that it's not actually a bad idea.
One of the more endearing of our qualities is the way we can treat our animals. These camps are like summer camps for dogs. A place where they can run and skip and jump and just have a rare old time. I know when I see my dogs running, skipping etc. it never fails to raise a smile to my face. The therapeutic benefits are well known so it would seem the benefits aren't just for dogs.
The guests get to run through tubes and jump over fences; jump into pools of water and the in-out pole exercise. All great fun.
They even get the chance to dance with their owners. This I find a little strange though. A sure way to get yourself locked up is to go to a local park at begin waltzing your dog around the place.
I wonder what my two would make of it however. They have an attention span of a gnat and would be more inclined to chew things rather than jump over them.
One of the more endearing of our qualities is the way we can treat our animals. These camps are like summer camps for dogs. A place where they can run and skip and jump and just have a rare old time. I know when I see my dogs running, skipping etc. it never fails to raise a smile to my face. The therapeutic benefits are well known so it would seem the benefits aren't just for dogs.
The guests get to run through tubes and jump over fences; jump into pools of water and the in-out pole exercise. All great fun.
They even get the chance to dance with their owners. This I find a little strange though. A sure way to get yourself locked up is to go to a local park at begin waltzing your dog around the place.
I wonder what my two would make of it however. They have an attention span of a gnat and would be more inclined to chew things rather than jump over them.
Don't y'just hate that?
Here's a funny...typical really.
It's been raining here all morning, quite hard at times and through it all I've had some firewood lying out in it. So after a while I decided I'd better bring it under cover (it was soaked through by this stage but I thought at least I'd get it out of the rain so it wouldn't get any wetter and give it a chance to dry out a bit).
So I did just that.
It stopped raining...almost as I carried it under cover.
Hasn't rained since.
Bastard! Hoho...just effing typical!
It's been raining here all morning, quite hard at times and through it all I've had some firewood lying out in it. So after a while I decided I'd better bring it under cover (it was soaked through by this stage but I thought at least I'd get it out of the rain so it wouldn't get any wetter and give it a chance to dry out a bit).
So I did just that.
It stopped raining...almost as I carried it under cover.
Hasn't rained since.
Bastard! Hoho...just effing typical!
ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE MIDDLE EAST
Israel and Syria are preparing for conflict as well. Israeli intelligence says Syria is preparing for a summer campaign.
So they themselves are preparing their armies for yet another war. See, the Middle East has been a melting pot of violence for centuries - literally since man existed there.
What moron in America thought they could stop it. Surely even that idiot Bush must have had advisors. Or were they so secure in their self proclaimed 'mightiest nation on earth' title that they assumed they could win? Well, it doesn't look much like they're winning currently. I'd say at best it's a stalemate.
And with the extra troops sent to Bagdad? All they've succeeded in doing there is to force the insurgents out into the surrounds where they carry on fighting.
I feel sorry for the Americans.
So they themselves are preparing their armies for yet another war. See, the Middle East has been a melting pot of violence for centuries - literally since man existed there.
What moron in America thought they could stop it. Surely even that idiot Bush must have had advisors. Or were they so secure in their self proclaimed 'mightiest nation on earth' title that they assumed they could win? Well, it doesn't look much like they're winning currently. I'd say at best it's a stalemate.
And with the extra troops sent to Bagdad? All they've succeeded in doing there is to force the insurgents out into the surrounds where they carry on fighting.
I feel sorry for the Americans.
MORE ON WAR
Turkey has begun to move military hardware to their border with Iraq. Motivated by the killing of 7 turkish soliers by Kurds.
Turkeys president says they are in a war of terror and as such they will take whatever steps necessary to eradicate the problem. America will be pleased to hear that I'm sure although Turkey? It's hardly a player against such a force.
Combined with the others in the 'war' though, I suppose may make the insurgents a bit more nervous but I'd imagine if they (the insurgents) turned and mounted a campaign directly against Turkey, I've no doubt they'd fold 'like a cheap hooker punched in the gut'.
Turkeys president says they are in a war of terror and as such they will take whatever steps necessary to eradicate the problem. America will be pleased to hear that I'm sure although Turkey? It's hardly a player against such a force.
Combined with the others in the 'war' though, I suppose may make the insurgents a bit more nervous but I'd imagine if they (the insurgents) turned and mounted a campaign directly against Turkey, I've no doubt they'd fold 'like a cheap hooker punched in the gut'.
Oxy the ice man
A group of italian scientists have conducted an autopsy on a 5000 year old man they've named 'oxy the ice man'.
They have deduced from the autopsy that he was murdered - with an arrow. It's not new that man has waged war against man since man began (another nature thing - 2 men in a room plus indeterminable time equals disagreement and extrapolates to violence), however it's a grim reminder when the ancient cadavers found confirm it.
Its...notable though; that our history is so determined by violence. This is at a very fundamantal level, genetic, and can't be altered unless we're prepared to put eveyone, eveywhere on Prozac.
All this peace on earth and goodwill to all men while commendable is a pipe dream and can never, ever be.
They have deduced from the autopsy that he was murdered - with an arrow. It's not new that man has waged war against man since man began (another nature thing - 2 men in a room plus indeterminable time equals disagreement and extrapolates to violence), however it's a grim reminder when the ancient cadavers found confirm it.
Its...notable though; that our history is so determined by violence. This is at a very fundamantal level, genetic, and can't be altered unless we're prepared to put eveyone, eveywhere on Prozac.
All this peace on earth and goodwill to all men while commendable is a pipe dream and can never, ever be.
CHURCH AND STATE
Isn't there supposed to be a separation between the two? Well someone should tell that to Cardinal Pell, the Archbishop of Sydney, Australia, because he seems a little confused.
There is a bill already that allows stem cells to be created for the purposes of research. Right? Well, an amendment has been proposed to allow the cell to be created with a given DNA inserted. This has the obvious advantage of ensuring acceptance by a given body. Because oft times the cells from which the 'cure' for certain ailments is taken, are rejected.
Seems fair enough to me - I mean the cells are already being created, it's just some of them are rejected on occasion therefore are rendered useless. So 'customizing' a cell to a particular body seems a smart thing to do, yes?
No! Not according to Pell, who has threatened virtual excommunication from the church for anyone who backs the bill.
And Tony Abbot, the good little rebel he is must be shaking in his shoes. From day one he's been abusing his position in parliament in favour of the Catholic way (attempting to block the abortion drug RU486 - unsuccessfully thankfully, and handing an abortion counselling service to the Catholic church - when is someone going to get rid of this awful little man?)
Back to Pell. Let me make this perfectly clear. This is outrageous coercion aimed at people who typically follow the Catholic church's orders like they were from God himself (and not someone who rides about in a vehicle called a 'popemobile'. This is a serious issue so I won't rip into that with my acerbic wit - at least not here, I'll get to it later - I mean, really, popemobile? Hoho there's fun to be had with that).
So a minor change to an existing law which would result in easing, at times completely negating, suffering to those with serious afflictions is being blocked by religion.
Tell y'what Pell - you keep ordering your subjects to attend mass and confession (and not use contraception) while you get your jollies off the power; and let the scientists come up with actual ways of helping unfortunates.
Bloody Catholic Church!
There is a bill already that allows stem cells to be created for the purposes of research. Right? Well, an amendment has been proposed to allow the cell to be created with a given DNA inserted. This has the obvious advantage of ensuring acceptance by a given body. Because oft times the cells from which the 'cure' for certain ailments is taken, are rejected.
Seems fair enough to me - I mean the cells are already being created, it's just some of them are rejected on occasion therefore are rendered useless. So 'customizing' a cell to a particular body seems a smart thing to do, yes?
No! Not according to Pell, who has threatened virtual excommunication from the church for anyone who backs the bill.
And Tony Abbot, the good little rebel he is must be shaking in his shoes. From day one he's been abusing his position in parliament in favour of the Catholic way (attempting to block the abortion drug RU486 - unsuccessfully thankfully, and handing an abortion counselling service to the Catholic church - when is someone going to get rid of this awful little man?)
Back to Pell. Let me make this perfectly clear. This is outrageous coercion aimed at people who typically follow the Catholic church's orders like they were from God himself (and not someone who rides about in a vehicle called a 'popemobile'. This is a serious issue so I won't rip into that with my acerbic wit - at least not here, I'll get to it later - I mean, really, popemobile? Hoho there's fun to be had with that).
So a minor change to an existing law which would result in easing, at times completely negating, suffering to those with serious afflictions is being blocked by religion.
Tell y'what Pell - you keep ordering your subjects to attend mass and confession (and not use contraception) while you get your jollies off the power; and let the scientists come up with actual ways of helping unfortunates.
Bloody Catholic Church!
NEW ADDRESS
Well, as you know (if you've been paying attention) the World According to Muttars now has a new home at muttars.com
There you'll find a link that brings you directly here - adjust your bookmarks accordingly please.
Thank you.
Mutters
Director of Operations
muttars.com
There you'll find a link that brings you directly here - adjust your bookmarks accordingly please.
Thank you.
Mutters
Director of Operations
muttars.com
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
The Princes vs CH4
Channel four, a commercial TV network in Britain, are showing a revealing new documentary on Princess Diana's tragic death. Apparently, there are pictures of the paparazzi bustling for position round the dying princess - none of the princess herself.
It's no surprise that CH4 is showing the documentary about Diana; it has always been considered by the televisual elite headed by the BBC as rather risque. This is right up their alley; I'd hazard a guess CH5 would be or will be the same. Commercial TV...it's all in the name.
Clarence House, on behalf of the Princes, especially William, has written to CH4 asking for the program not to be shown in the name of decency and to prevent distress to Diana's two sons.
CH4 denied their request. Hardly comes as a surprise.
With all the palava surrounding it, the cost of adspace has risen dramatically as it's viewing has become almost gauranteed.
That sells it - disturbingly, it can never be any other way. Decency and good taste sacrificed in the name of a buck. And wrapped in the benevolent 'public have a right to know'.
It's no surprise that CH4 is showing the documentary about Diana; it has always been considered by the televisual elite headed by the BBC as rather risque. This is right up their alley; I'd hazard a guess CH5 would be or will be the same. Commercial TV...it's all in the name.
Clarence House, on behalf of the Princes, especially William, has written to CH4 asking for the program not to be shown in the name of decency and to prevent distress to Diana's two sons.
CH4 denied their request. Hardly comes as a surprise.
With all the palava surrounding it, the cost of adspace has risen dramatically as it's viewing has become almost gauranteed.
That sells it - disturbingly, it can never be any other way. Decency and good taste sacrificed in the name of a buck. And wrapped in the benevolent 'public have a right to know'.
MISSILE DEFENCE
This is pretty big - could be huge actually.
George Dubya's trying to ensure the security of his nation. To do this he wants to site some missile shields in Europe. To prevent any towelheads with long -range missiles fromthreatening the USA.
Russia's Presient Putin, however, is, perhaps understandably given the history between the two superpowers, not happy.
And 60% of Chechs, (the most affected by the placement) are against it.
As an indication of the gravity of the matter the Cold War's been mentioned as a possible result. Hmmm...worth keeping an eye on. America really doesn't need any more enemies.
George Dubya's trying to ensure the security of his nation. To do this he wants to site some missile shields in Europe. To prevent any towelheads with long -range missiles fromthreatening the USA.
Russia's Presient Putin, however, is, perhaps understandably given the history between the two superpowers, not happy.
And 60% of Chechs, (the most affected by the placement) are against it.
As an indication of the gravity of the matter the Cold War's been mentioned as a possible result. Hmmm...worth keeping an eye on. America really doesn't need any more enemies.
MONEY - IT'S A GAS
Yep - it's a gas alright.
The powers that be in New Zealand have said that big investors (20 mill+) don't have to know ANY english to be allowed into the country.
Those with a 10 million investment are only required to have 'a competent level of English'.
And the poor saps with only 2.5 million (tch! ONLY! - shit, wish I had ONLY 2.5 mill) must pass an entrance exam.
That's right - money doesn't make the world go round! Yeah right, I'd LOVE to know in what sort of world those people live - not bloody this one that's for sure!
The powers that be in New Zealand have said that big investors (20 mill+) don't have to know ANY english to be allowed into the country.
Those with a 10 million investment are only required to have 'a competent level of English'.
And the poor saps with only 2.5 million (tch! ONLY! - shit, wish I had ONLY 2.5 mill) must pass an entrance exam.
That's right - money doesn't make the world go round! Yeah right, I'd LOVE to know in what sort of world those people live - not bloody this one that's for sure!
HUGE TRUCK SMASH
Yesterday there was a collision between a 'B' double and a country train.
It occurred near Kerang in country Victoria; the train was bound for Melbourne when the 60 ton, two-trailer vehicle hit it.
The intersection is in a relatively isolated spot with seemingly flat land surrounding it. The visibility was good.
The driver apparently realised at some point what wa about to happen and slammed on the brakes. (Note: semis, especially b doubles, much like trains don't stop in a hurry - period).
The investigators say it's too early to conclude the cause however, there can only be one cause; trains at level crossings don't give way to traffic - it's the other way round, common knowledge in fact.
So given that there was no problem with the truck's brakes, the simple explanation MUST be that the truck driver just wasn't paying attention. Perhaps he'd been driving for hours; maybe he'd crossed this line many times before and had never met a train and had grown complacent. And he realised too late. That'd be my guess.
Further details released are suggesting that the sun may have been in the eyes of the semi driver. This raises an issue. I have driven with the sun in my eyes before and when it's DIRECTLY in my eyes my foot immediately eases off the accelerator, sometimes even touching the brakes, knowing that for all intents and purposes I'm effectively blind whilst the blazing star is in my face. So if this had been the case with the truck driver then he's still culpable - he should have immediately slowed and taken whatever steps necessary to renew his vision of the road ahead before continuing.
The crossing had flashing lights to warn of an impending train, which reportedly were working fine. There was no barrier.
People have reacted as always when death occurs - with an almost hushed whisper like they are at a wake in someone's house. And they all are wringing their hands in despair as they 'plead for the carnage to stop'.
Look (I'm wringing MY hands now), what is the ultimate aim here - that people never die? That in some way we can negate chance? Is it not the human condition to be fallible? Isn't it oft quoted when justifying human behaviour, 'I'm/he's/ they're only human' (like it's the ultimate excuse for acts of indiscretion).
Given that then, it follows that man will always make mistakes - and sometimes die as a result, in this case taking unsuspecting travellers with him.
Look out for legislation (backed up with camera evidence) enforcing vehicles to slow to almost a stop, almost like the 'Californian stop' employed in the US, before crossing.
It occurred near Kerang in country Victoria; the train was bound for Melbourne when the 60 ton, two-trailer vehicle hit it.
The intersection is in a relatively isolated spot with seemingly flat land surrounding it. The visibility was good.
The driver apparently realised at some point what wa about to happen and slammed on the brakes. (Note: semis, especially b doubles, much like trains don't stop in a hurry - period).
The investigators say it's too early to conclude the cause however, there can only be one cause; trains at level crossings don't give way to traffic - it's the other way round, common knowledge in fact.
So given that there was no problem with the truck's brakes, the simple explanation MUST be that the truck driver just wasn't paying attention. Perhaps he'd been driving for hours; maybe he'd crossed this line many times before and had never met a train and had grown complacent. And he realised too late. That'd be my guess.
Further details released are suggesting that the sun may have been in the eyes of the semi driver. This raises an issue. I have driven with the sun in my eyes before and when it's DIRECTLY in my eyes my foot immediately eases off the accelerator, sometimes even touching the brakes, knowing that for all intents and purposes I'm effectively blind whilst the blazing star is in my face. So if this had been the case with the truck driver then he's still culpable - he should have immediately slowed and taken whatever steps necessary to renew his vision of the road ahead before continuing.
The crossing had flashing lights to warn of an impending train, which reportedly were working fine. There was no barrier.
People have reacted as always when death occurs - with an almost hushed whisper like they are at a wake in someone's house. And they all are wringing their hands in despair as they 'plead for the carnage to stop'.
Look (I'm wringing MY hands now), what is the ultimate aim here - that people never die? That in some way we can negate chance? Is it not the human condition to be fallible? Isn't it oft quoted when justifying human behaviour, 'I'm/he's/ they're only human' (like it's the ultimate excuse for acts of indiscretion).
Given that then, it follows that man will always make mistakes - and sometimes die as a result, in this case taking unsuspecting travellers with him.
Look out for legislation (backed up with camera evidence) enforcing vehicles to slow to almost a stop, almost like the 'Californian stop' employed in the US, before crossing.
THE HOOLIGAN
Look at im, hoho - cheeky wee bastard!
Actually, this could do with a funny caption - on yer marks...
More Brownshirt arbitration
Meantime I shall continue with my searing observations here while I build my mighty empire.
Well, I see the Nazis at the uncontrollable RTA have been at their insidious work once again. This time they've risen to a new level of sleakedness.
"Secret RTA speed vans" the paper's headline announces. Around the state of NSW, unmarked vans will target unsuspecting speeding motorists. Sneaky, sneaky bastards!
So sneaky and considered underhand it is, that in Victoria where it's been in place for some time, some of the operators of the hidden cameras have been attacked by irate motorists.
If I'm to be objective (which I like to think I am), this is actually a very efficient way of reducing speeding right enough. If one thinks there may be a camera van around every corner, one is more likely to behave. It worked for me - I drive around like a sloth!
However it won't work for everyone because speeding is like sex - people can't not do it. From the judge down to the lowly camera technician and everyone in between - they all speed so regardless of how the powers that be may claim the benign 'saving of life' justification, the simple fact is that it's all driven by money. And the hypocritical.
Which is bordering on unconstitutional almost and a violation of yet another right, frankly.
And there is one simple truth that will ensure the application of such measures. Look at the figures.
Revenue from speeding fines last year:
NSW---$33.4 million
VIC---$81 million
Yeah right, like that carrot isn't going to be snatched!
Well, I see the Nazis at the uncontrollable RTA have been at their insidious work once again. This time they've risen to a new level of sleakedness.
"Secret RTA speed vans" the paper's headline announces. Around the state of NSW, unmarked vans will target unsuspecting speeding motorists. Sneaky, sneaky bastards!
So sneaky and considered underhand it is, that in Victoria where it's been in place for some time, some of the operators of the hidden cameras have been attacked by irate motorists.
If I'm to be objective (which I like to think I am), this is actually a very efficient way of reducing speeding right enough. If one thinks there may be a camera van around every corner, one is more likely to behave. It worked for me - I drive around like a sloth!
However it won't work for everyone because speeding is like sex - people can't not do it. From the judge down to the lowly camera technician and everyone in between - they all speed so regardless of how the powers that be may claim the benign 'saving of life' justification, the simple fact is that it's all driven by money. And the hypocritical.
Which is bordering on unconstitutional almost and a violation of yet another right, frankly.
And there is one simple truth that will ensure the application of such measures. Look at the figures.
Revenue from speeding fines last year:
NSW---$33.4 million
VIC---$81 million
Yeah right, like that carrot isn't going to be snatched!
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
ANNOUNCEMENT
The World According to Mutters is moving. You'll I'm sure have noticed the name change to muttarsdotcom.
This will be our new home. It is some time away, the grand opening, but it's coming.
What will it be? In large part what people want it to be. Stay tuned.
This will be our new home. It is some time away, the grand opening, but it's coming.
What will it be? In large part what people want it to be. Stay tuned.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Habits
This urgent topic crossed the editor's desk just recently: digital insertion in the nostril area, or, in layman's terms - picking one's nose.
Now, no-one (except yours truly) will admit to taking part in this practice but I say to you readers, everyone does it. There are two types of people:- those who do and freely admit it, and everyone else (easily the majority) with the exception of one girl I knew whose nostrils were so incredibly small a childs finger could barely fit - wonder what she did to 'clean house'?
So according to research, the VAST majority of people claim not to pick. Well...
One just needs to observe whilst sitting in one's car at traffic lights to see a multitude of bored drivers indulging in the 'insertion'. The fingers tapping with impatience; the approach to the face, maybe scratching the nose first, tetsing the waters as it were; the quick sideways glance either side to ensure no audience (unaware of the average truck driver's vantage point) and then - whammo! Straight in, dig around for a bit and exit.
What is more hilarious is the surreptitious way in which they inspect the toils of their labour - usually with indifference but sometimes with pride in their achievement. And how they dispose of it. Hoho
"Not me, I don't pick my nose". Yeah right, mate, whatever you say!
Now, no-one (except yours truly) will admit to taking part in this practice but I say to you readers, everyone does it. There are two types of people:- those who do and freely admit it, and everyone else (easily the majority) with the exception of one girl I knew whose nostrils were so incredibly small a childs finger could barely fit - wonder what she did to 'clean house'?
So according to research, the VAST majority of people claim not to pick. Well...
One just needs to observe whilst sitting in one's car at traffic lights to see a multitude of bored drivers indulging in the 'insertion'. The fingers tapping with impatience; the approach to the face, maybe scratching the nose first, tetsing the waters as it were; the quick sideways glance either side to ensure no audience (unaware of the average truck driver's vantage point) and then - whammo! Straight in, dig around for a bit and exit.
What is more hilarious is the surreptitious way in which they inspect the toils of their labour - usually with indifference but sometimes with pride in their achievement. And how they dispose of it. Hoho
"Not me, I don't pick my nose". Yeah right, mate, whatever you say!
THE PARIS HILTON SHOW
It continues.
Word is the media have begun gathering out the front of the jail in anticipation of the event.
Ms Hilton's been seen carrying around books (I wasn't aware she could read); a self help rag (which actually only self -helps the author/publisher) and - a bible.
Echoes of the Bali druggie Michelle, the asian girl who all of a sudden embraced Islam in a successful attempt to escape incarceration, sound here.
And if you think that's cynical...note that it WORKED. Not a day was served (excluding remand on trial).
Paris? A bible? Hoho, is it just me finds it funny? Twenty seven days in some country club where her biggest concern will be the lack of beauty products. Haha...maybe she can start up a new line - jailhouse cosmetics. Hey, just because you're locked up doesn't mean you can't look good.
A new cosmetic range from the rich homey - you may BE bad; you don't have to look it.
Word is the media have begun gathering out the front of the jail in anticipation of the event.
Ms Hilton's been seen carrying around books (I wasn't aware she could read); a self help rag (which actually only self -helps the author/publisher) and - a bible.
Echoes of the Bali druggie Michelle, the asian girl who all of a sudden embraced Islam in a successful attempt to escape incarceration, sound here.
And if you think that's cynical...note that it WORKED. Not a day was served (excluding remand on trial).
Paris? A bible? Hoho, is it just me finds it funny? Twenty seven days in some country club where her biggest concern will be the lack of beauty products. Haha...maybe she can start up a new line - jailhouse cosmetics. Hey, just because you're locked up doesn't mean you can't look good.
A new cosmetic range from the rich homey - you may BE bad; you don't have to look it.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
STOP PRESS!!!
Ha ha - remember the whole 'donor game show' thing? Turns out it was an elaborate hoax.
Ho ho - suckers! (That includes moi - I believed it too!)
Ho ho - suckers! (That includes moi - I believed it too!)
Gay only bars.
And finally from the weekend papers, this little nugget.
A bar in Melbourne has been turned into a gay only bar. That's right - no straight men or women allowed.
Good, I say - maybe the fairies'll stay out of mine then. Bloody shirt-lifters! Last time I went into the city some poof touched me up.
*Not that there's anything wrong with that! (cpyrght Seinfeld - jic).
A bar in Melbourne has been turned into a gay only bar. That's right - no straight men or women allowed.
Good, I say - maybe the fairies'll stay out of mine then. Bloody shirt-lifters! Last time I went into the city some poof touched me up.
*Not that there's anything wrong with that! (cpyrght Seinfeld - jic).
UNDERWEAR, NOT SURGERY
Yep - new lingerie can shape the body, claims the sub title (weren't they called corsets once?).
Some American plastic surgeon has joined with an Australian company to design a line of underwear that can have a similar effect as surgery.
You apparently mis-shapen women need yet more help with your bodies. Not content with applying all sorts of animal products on your faces, you now have the option of changing the entire appearance. Fantastic!
One question though...what happens when in the throes of passion the actual body spills out of the container? Could be injurious to the unprepared. Hoho.
Does that mean in time I can throw away the sock and buy padded undies to increase the size of my manhood? THIS could get silly as well.
Some American plastic surgeon has joined with an Australian company to design a line of underwear that can have a similar effect as surgery.
You apparently mis-shapen women need yet more help with your bodies. Not content with applying all sorts of animal products on your faces, you now have the option of changing the entire appearance. Fantastic!
One question though...what happens when in the throes of passion the actual body spills out of the container? Could be injurious to the unprepared. Hoho.
Does that mean in time I can throw away the sock and buy padded undies to increase the size of my manhood? THIS could get silly as well.
I know...let's cull the roos!
Mudgee, Australia.
Where kangaroos have existed for milenia; we decide to invade with our kit homes and when the roos don't move on we simply kill them. That's it in a nutshell and another glaring example of how EVERYTHING must give way to the comfort of humankind.
Just exterminate them all! Doesn't matter that they were there first. We're here now and we don't like them in such close proximity. Get rid of them.
Vermin, they're known as. Vermin? Considering how we treat this planet and all life therein, we've some balls calling anything else vermin!
Where kangaroos have existed for milenia; we decide to invade with our kit homes and when the roos don't move on we simply kill them. That's it in a nutshell and another glaring example of how EVERYTHING must give way to the comfort of humankind.
Just exterminate them all! Doesn't matter that they were there first. We're here now and we don't like them in such close proximity. Get rid of them.
Vermin, they're known as. Vermin? Considering how we treat this planet and all life therein, we've some balls calling anything else vermin!
More 'women better drivers shit
GOD!!!
Underneath the article about the fat kids, is another piece, this one flogging the dead horse of men v's women drivers.
The article's accompanied with a picture of one of those massive quarry trucks with a woman standing proudly beside it.
It goes on to quote Mining manager, Jason Grace as saying "We've found that women tend t be more cautious, shall we say, when operating the trucks; they are softer on the equipment".
Well whoopy-doo, Mr Grace; I've news for you son - that's not CAUTIous, that's NERVous, cause chicks can't drive worth a damn.
The chick in question, God bless her cotton socks, a big-smiled Jessica Prince (hey, who says we can't have glamour?) is quoted as saying, "I'm a very good reverser now..." ('I'm sure that's not a noun)... "but I was nervous at first".
Well done Jessica - go right to the top of the class and don't forget your pretty bow.
She believes that women are inherently better drivers than men. "Girls are better", she says, "we're just less likely to do silly things".
Not THIS man, love!
Underneath the article about the fat kids, is another piece, this one flogging the dead horse of men v's women drivers.
The article's accompanied with a picture of one of those massive quarry trucks with a woman standing proudly beside it.
It goes on to quote Mining manager, Jason Grace as saying "We've found that women tend t be more cautious, shall we say, when operating the trucks; they are softer on the equipment".
Well whoopy-doo, Mr Grace; I've news for you son - that's not CAUTIous, that's NERVous, cause chicks can't drive worth a damn.
The chick in question, God bless her cotton socks, a big-smiled Jessica Prince (hey, who says we can't have glamour?) is quoted as saying, "I'm a very good reverser now..." ('I'm sure that's not a noun)... "but I was nervous at first".
Well done Jessica - go right to the top of the class and don't forget your pretty bow.
She believes that women are inherently better drivers than men. "Girls are better", she says, "we're just less likely to do silly things".
Not THIS man, love!
SINGLE MUM = FAT KIDS
"Single mothers are far more likely to raise fat or obese children than two parent families according to just released research from Australia".
It also claims that fat parents equals fat kids. This, when one looks around, is probably accurate as typically children look to the parent for guidance and what they see is what they do quite often.
I don't see, though, how simply being a single mother would have any effect and this might just be a case of statistics. Statistics are dangerous because they never consider variables - just the numbers.
But it's irrefutable that if the parent (or parents) is fat then the likelyhood is that the chidren will end up that way also. Evidence? Like I say - just look around.
Fat is the new tobacco!
It also claims that fat parents equals fat kids. This, when one looks around, is probably accurate as typically children look to the parent for guidance and what they see is what they do quite often.
I don't see, though, how simply being a single mother would have any effect and this might just be a case of statistics. Statistics are dangerous because they never consider variables - just the numbers.
But it's irrefutable that if the parent (or parents) is fat then the likelyhood is that the chidren will end up that way also. Evidence? Like I say - just look around.
Fat is the new tobacco!
Kids shooting
A piece in the paper yesterday reports of a claim from Roy Smith MP of the shooters party that 'children should begin firearms training at 10 and a shooting program should be reinstated at schools'.
This after someone remarked during the recent school shooting in America that if the kids in the college at the time had've been armed, they could have defended themslves.
Yeah right! A gunfight at the Ok Corral would really have helped.
And of course, if the shooter had been trained at school, he may well have killed even more!
I wouldn't be a kid now for quids.
This after someone remarked during the recent school shooting in America that if the kids in the college at the time had've been armed, they could have defended themslves.
Yeah right! A gunfight at the Ok Corral would really have helped.
And of course, if the shooter had been trained at school, he may well have killed even more!
I wouldn't be a kid now for quids.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
DANCIN FAIRY
Some American solier has been caught on security camera in his barracks dancing like a fairy to some gay iconic female singer. Really goin off he was, like he was in the Mardis Gras.
Oh man, if Al Quaeda see that - talk about propoganda victory. Oh ma-an ho ho ho!
Oh man, if Al Quaeda see that - talk about propoganda victory. Oh ma-an ho ho ho!
WAR OF PROPOGANDA
A report on TV recently told of an Englishman kidnapped by Al Qaeda in Iraq.
As is usual, they paraded him on Al Jazzera for the world to see while he read from a pre-written script calling for the coalition's withdrawal from Iraq. Typical stuff and nothing really new there. So much so that people have lost interest somewhat.
What is new, however, is the embracing of, by Al Qaeda, the propoganda war this is now becoming. They no longer seem to be in any hurry to decapitate or hurt the man in any way (he certainly appeared in reasonable health), instead choosing to tease their enemy with the parading of the prisoners from time to time. However, the mere threat of a reoccurrence of the 'head hacking' incident concerning the unfortunate American contractor, is enough to have the desired effect - one of strategy in this war of propoganda.
Three months ago, they snatched the Briton. And if this just carries on what will happen next will be the loss of effect of the threat. Then theyll have to execute another to redress the balance.
The fundamentalists are in an extremely strong position now. Six years they've held America and her allies in a stalemate and it shows no sign of ending.
This could turn out to be, like the film title, a bridge too far, for the mighty US.
This prolonged conflict will have more long lasting effects than either of the world wars and of the parochial fight that was Vietnam.
But that's okay - just keep throwing more and more expendable into the attrition - maybe someday...
course the fellow's British so...
As is usual, they paraded him on Al Jazzera for the world to see while he read from a pre-written script calling for the coalition's withdrawal from Iraq. Typical stuff and nothing really new there. So much so that people have lost interest somewhat.
What is new, however, is the embracing of, by Al Qaeda, the propoganda war this is now becoming. They no longer seem to be in any hurry to decapitate or hurt the man in any way (he certainly appeared in reasonable health), instead choosing to tease their enemy with the parading of the prisoners from time to time. However, the mere threat of a reoccurrence of the 'head hacking' incident concerning the unfortunate American contractor, is enough to have the desired effect - one of strategy in this war of propoganda.
Three months ago, they snatched the Briton. And if this just carries on what will happen next will be the loss of effect of the threat. Then theyll have to execute another to redress the balance.
The fundamentalists are in an extremely strong position now. Six years they've held America and her allies in a stalemate and it shows no sign of ending.
This could turn out to be, like the film title, a bridge too far, for the mighty US.
This prolonged conflict will have more long lasting effects than either of the world wars and of the parochial fight that was Vietnam.
But that's okay - just keep throwing more and more expendable into the attrition - maybe someday...
course the fellow's British so...
Friday, June 01, 2007
CONVEYOR BELT
Yesterday, some unfortunate fellow got nailed by an over-zealous bike cop for using his phone while driving. The man said all he did was press the answer button on the handset while it sat in its holder then took the call through the hands free earpiece.
The courts (and the filth - oops, policeman) said - anything that distracts at all whilst driving constitutes an offence. Lighting a cigarette, using a phone, drinking coffee. (Wait til they get a load of me as I drive while lighting/drinking/reading - all while not wearing a seatbelt. hoho).
So that would include picking one's nose then while mobile and NOT at traffic lights? (See prev). Scratchin an armpit? Head? Arm? Apart from anything else, it's often down to a given driver's state of mind and how distracted he or she may be simply in there. How do you propose we deal with that, Einsteins?
What the powers that be want is to have drivers driving like machines, robots; hands at the ten to two position, sitting straight, paying attention to nothing except what's going on dead ahead.
We already have them actually - they're called women and pensioners. Heh, heh - defensive shield UP.
But seriously, that's what they want; to choke, through nazi-like legislation, traffic into one enormous conveyor belt. Everyone at the same speed, not changing lanes like nice little motorists.
Thank God for 2 wheels!
The courts (and the filth - oops, policeman) said - anything that distracts at all whilst driving constitutes an offence. Lighting a cigarette, using a phone, drinking coffee. (Wait til they get a load of me as I drive while lighting/drinking/reading - all while not wearing a seatbelt. hoho).
So that would include picking one's nose then while mobile and NOT at traffic lights? (See prev). Scratchin an armpit? Head? Arm? Apart from anything else, it's often down to a given driver's state of mind and how distracted he or she may be simply in there. How do you propose we deal with that, Einsteins?
What the powers that be want is to have drivers driving like machines, robots; hands at the ten to two position, sitting straight, paying attention to nothing except what's going on dead ahead.
We already have them actually - they're called women and pensioners. Heh, heh - defensive shield UP.
But seriously, that's what they want; to choke, through nazi-like legislation, traffic into one enormous conveyor belt. Everyone at the same speed, not changing lanes like nice little motorists.
Thank God for 2 wheels!
DEFINITION OF MAN
Pay attention to this for it contains a fundamental truth.
I have had many positions of employment (there's no such thing as a job for life these days). In each one I do all asked of me (as pertains to the position). And in virtually every one I have come up against an individual who...has ideas above his/her station. Invariably they will begin to impose their position unethically and unjustifiably on me. I respond with contempt usually. Move on.
Next. And so on and so on...
I consider myself equal of ANY a man; in fact, I consider myself superior to many. Let's use George Dubya as an example - an idiot if ever there was one yet he holds the position of leader the most powerful nation on earth (like a maniacal despot some would argue and witnessing his own personal war of attrition, 'some' may well have a point).
Yet I find myself constantly not only having to promote, but defend my individuality. I don't want to be part of your parochial sovereignity in which you rule and can treat your oh so appreciative subjects as you feel. And I refuse to allow you to treat me in such a way. I demand you treat me as your equal. I have earned it.
Isn't it enough that I carry out the duties of the position to the letter; that my own personal ethics far surpass yours and that I promote a professional and courteous image?
Must you constantly assert your power over me by issuing orders and treating me like I'm your lackey?
Say it isn't so...yet in my heart I know it is. And the burgeoning population also are beginning to realize, and they become restless.
This is what defines man as a species people - and you can take THAT to the bank! The desire to control our fellow man; to rise above the 'crud' to a point where he can manipulate and exploit for his own personal advancement (some even take satisfaction from the practice).
Poets and songwriters tell us in their melodies that love makes the world go round. It's not, though it quite obviously exists, no, contrary to current (hopeful) thinking, it's not love that makes the world go round - it's money. Money and sex! That's all. everything else is just...colouring. (Fear not though, I'll give love it's due blogspace in time).
Cynical? Possibly. Unrealistic. Never. This is what defines us; one can't rise to the top without suppressing others and he can't remain there unaffected by the corruption that so pervades such heights.
It's a bitter pill to realise this, I know, but in a way it is liberating. The point of life becomes clear when the fog lifts.
I have had many positions of employment (there's no such thing as a job for life these days). In each one I do all asked of me (as pertains to the position). And in virtually every one I have come up against an individual who...has ideas above his/her station. Invariably they will begin to impose their position unethically and unjustifiably on me. I respond with contempt usually. Move on.
Next. And so on and so on...
I consider myself equal of ANY a man; in fact, I consider myself superior to many. Let's use George Dubya as an example - an idiot if ever there was one yet he holds the position of leader the most powerful nation on earth (like a maniacal despot some would argue and witnessing his own personal war of attrition, 'some' may well have a point).
Yet I find myself constantly not only having to promote, but defend my individuality. I don't want to be part of your parochial sovereignity in which you rule and can treat your oh so appreciative subjects as you feel. And I refuse to allow you to treat me in such a way. I demand you treat me as your equal. I have earned it.
Isn't it enough that I carry out the duties of the position to the letter; that my own personal ethics far surpass yours and that I promote a professional and courteous image?
Must you constantly assert your power over me by issuing orders and treating me like I'm your lackey?
Say it isn't so...yet in my heart I know it is. And the burgeoning population also are beginning to realize, and they become restless.
This is what defines man as a species people - and you can take THAT to the bank! The desire to control our fellow man; to rise above the 'crud' to a point where he can manipulate and exploit for his own personal advancement (some even take satisfaction from the practice).
Poets and songwriters tell us in their melodies that love makes the world go round. It's not, though it quite obviously exists, no, contrary to current (hopeful) thinking, it's not love that makes the world go round - it's money. Money and sex! That's all. everything else is just...colouring. (Fear not though, I'll give love it's due blogspace in time).
Cynical? Possibly. Unrealistic. Never. This is what defines us; one can't rise to the top without suppressing others and he can't remain there unaffected by the corruption that so pervades such heights.
It's a bitter pill to realise this, I know, but in a way it is liberating. The point of life becomes clear when the fog lifts.
Wow, listen to this. Bill Gates' latest toy has been released; to apparently compete against all the high-tech games consoles and Apples ipod and iphone products.
It's called the touch screen and is similar to the screen used for some ATM's or at check ins at airports.
Except, as one would imagine, a good deal more advanced. In the example shown on the short television report, it showed the user sitting at a 76cm screen, just as one would at a table and using his fingers to move various pages around the screen.
Another example demonstrated the downloading of digital photos. One simply sets the camera on the screen and wham, the images within simply fan out across the screen (to be manipulated in any way the user chooses I expect.
Underneath the screen, lies the computer and five cameras which presumably follow the users hand movements and anything placed on the screen.
Far out Bill, what WILL you think of next? Maybe the next generation computer will come with a teasmaid hoho.
It's called the touch screen and is similar to the screen used for some ATM's or at check ins at airports.
Except, as one would imagine, a good deal more advanced. In the example shown on the short television report, it showed the user sitting at a 76cm screen, just as one would at a table and using his fingers to move various pages around the screen.
Another example demonstrated the downloading of digital photos. One simply sets the camera on the screen and wham, the images within simply fan out across the screen (to be manipulated in any way the user chooses I expect.
Underneath the screen, lies the computer and five cameras which presumably follow the users hand movements and anything placed on the screen.
Far out Bill, what WILL you think of next? Maybe the next generation computer will come with a teasmaid hoho.
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