EXPERTS SCHMEXPERTS...IT ALL COUNTS FOR DICK!!

This is a beaut...


In the ongoing saga of protect the little children, and to be honest, recent events involving children and babies have been horrifying but that's for another time, an "expert" has released a report which states that children are much more well-behaved today than 20 years ago. Less aggression, less anxiety etc.

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This, putting it simply, is...bollocks, and it occurs to me that it may be nothing more than propaganda from a frantic ruling class who are watching the decomposition of their manufactured world.

If so, it's still bollocks.

How so I hear you ask...

Well,

Simultaneous to this "expert report", is the revelation from the Keystone cops (otherwise known as the NSW Police, but who must carry more authority than some "I have a diploma from Woomoolamoloo University" esteem chaser) that in the period September 05 to June 07, a staggering 7000 cases of child crime have been documented - and that's all - as the age of all the offenders is under 10; some unbelieveably only eight years old.
Several hundred guilty of robbery, some of it armed; several hundred more, sexual offenders; car theft, assault, one even is guilty of murder.
None can be charged as the law states no child under the age of ten can be prosecuted.

It seems while the hand-wringers were "ooh, poor baby"ing, the poor babies were transforming into these almost Victorian in their cunning and bravado, urchins (without the cuteness the title typically suggests).

So, more well-behaved my arse!! Go and get a real fuckin' job love!!!

And before you ask why "our kids" behave like this...

You know fuckin why - at least if you're not dead from the neck up (or a League player/supporter). The years of bleating on about how we should "protect and nurture our little angels" has been counterproductive - to the extreme. The little angels have fallen. they have learned through years of experience as the smacked arses diminish, that they have nothing to fear - no enemies; no accountability.

And now...

Well done. No really, bravo, you should feel very proud of yourselves (y'fuckin cretins).

To reiterate:

* Muggings
* Robbery (Armed and otherwise. Where, the fuck, does a kid get a gun???)
* Car theft
* Sexual assault (Sexual assault??? WTF??)
and last but not least:-

**Murder.

All this from 8-10 year olds.


And on the flip side:

There have been several shocking cases of chronic neglect in the media recently. Children effectively abandoned in their homes - the parents off their heads either from a breakdown or chemically motivated.
The following occurred close to each other.

* Twenty-one removed from a house filled with rubbish and dog excrement; rotting food lying around.
* Another four in an almost identical situation - filthy and emaciated.
* An 18 month old "hog tied". I'm sure the Americans would know what this involves but for those who don't it involves tying hands behind back and to the feet which are bent to their extreme so they're also touching the back. Then the victim lies on the stomach.
The baby suffocated.
* Three children murdered by their father before he takes his own life. (Actually it was a hose from the exhaust into the interior so it'd probably have been simultaneous).

Last year:

* A young aboriginal boy murdered by his mother, stuffed into a suitcase and thrown into a lake.
* A six year old locked in her room for months on end. When discovered, her socks had begun to fuse with the skin of her feet. Her post mortem revealed nothing - nothing in her stomach. The little girl actually starved to death.
* A grandfather involved in a peadophile ring who to prove his commitment had to provide images of his own and chose his three year old grandaughter as the subject.

In America, a film about 13 year old girls pimped out by their fathers; sometimes beaten requiring hospital visits.


I know I've enunciated this many times before but if ever it was appropriate (given Christ's whole "suffer little children" line) it surely is now...

Jesus wept!

Dear, Dear God.

RUGBY TESTS

I didn't see the last two either, KB, but the Mighty Blacks whalloped the English in both games so no real surprise there.

But nightmare mate, feckin nightmare; Richie McCaw has damaged his ankle and will be out for the next six weeks. Oh no. That's the Bledisloe Cup he'll miss.

The French, with a depleted team due to the Northern Hemisphere season, are fielding a half strength team against the Wallabies this Saturday.

Should be a good game.

I'm in a bit of a quandary actually. Typically I'd support anyone other than the Waallabies. (Nothing against the players but I'm just sooo over the blatant and relentless self promotion that emanates from this - mediocre at best - country).

But now their coach is the ex-Crusaders Robbie Dean so...

What to do what to do...

JUST ADD WATER...

I washed the Hooligans earlier.

It hs a strange effect on Scoob as he appears to turn into a gremlin almost as he goes right off, skipping and jumping and generally running around the place like an eejit.
Typically he'll attempt to bait Mutley into playing with him but the wee man knows, as do I, that it'll all end in tears when the playtime transforms into something more aggressive as their competitive natures take hold.

Shame really.

Aw well, ne'er mind. They stunk like...dogs and had to be washed as they were beginning to funk up the house.

DAVID AND GOLIATH...AGAIN

I'm pretty fuckin sick of the extortionate penalty fees enforced by banks. If one misses a credit card payment and becomes even a dollar overdrawn, one is looking at not much change from 100 bucks.

Fu-uck me...!

So I told them. As above - that I'd had enough and was taking steps (can almost hear them shakin' in their boots, right? Go right ahead - underestimate away - I have the lions portion in agreement).

It isn't in fact, unheard of for a bank to repay such extortionate charges, and these fees are clearly unreflective of the amount of effort required by a automatic machine to issue.

So I shot my first salvo.

They returned with something that reading between the lines read awful like fuck you, but in a sickeningly formal manner. And in the best tradition, they're making me wait until they deem me important enough to deserve their oh so important time.

Fine. I've all the time in the world. The sloth of administration, if manipulated to one's own ends, can be rather helpful.

I might say at some point: "alright, look, we all know you couldn't give a fuck for anything or one but your bottom line so I'll tell you what - just stop slamming me. I'll not tell anyone. It'll be our little secret.
If I get everyone involved in an organized effort (because let's face it wanker, oops, sorry, banker, it could give you quite a headache. I mean, really, what you're doing is robbery plain and simple, with a healthy dose of maniacal zeal as you 'put the boot in' when your victim, oops sorry again, customer, is already down and all but out. Y'fuckers!!!")

But my initial reaction upon reading the missive was:

Bollocks! What a load of wank! (I haven't yet decided whether or not I'll actually employ this response - it may well be satisfying but probably ultimately damaging to my cause. I'll reserve the right...).

Anyway, there y'go. It has begun...

DON'T KNOW WHAT AGGRAVATES ME MORE...

Belinda Neal is a federal politician who’s been in the news recently after her alleged outburst at the Staff of bar/restaurant who wanted her and her husband moved to an outside table to make way for the nightclub part of the club.

“Do you know who I am?” she is alleged to have demanded. “I’ll close you down. I’ll hve your licence removed.” And so on…
What followed was several days of he said she said from the staff and her husband, John Della Bosca, a (State politician) including several Statutory Declarations.
Then an apology from the owner and the whole thing descended into the mire – a place it has to be said, where the average politician spends the majority of their time – quite comfortably too, pond life that they are.

Just another powerbroker throwing their weight around was how I initially read it. No surprise there; the rich and powerful…well, it’s what they do and frankly why men seek such power. For example, what’s George Dubya been doing for the last seven years if not throwing his (military’s) weight around…?

Anyway, back to our homegrown heavyweight. The papers went on a veritable witch hunt, trawling through Ms Neal’s past looking for anything they could use to further tarnish her reputation (and selling more copy – which as I’ve said before, truth be damned, is the real reason why rags print anything!)

And they came up with the following:-

A few weeks ago, Ms Neal, who plays football (womens’ football…hahahaha, excuse me while I pick myself off the floor…) apparently kicked one of her opponents while said opponent was on the ground. The Daily Rag (my favourite publication) gave the poor victim a front page headline along with a picture of her fabricated upset face and a story of how “the bruises still hurt”. (Don’t play football then little girl!)


Now Ms Neal has been ordered by the PR motivated Prime Minister to seek counselling – for anger management or something. She has become, until we all get bored and move on to the next outrage, a pariah, appearing on TV showing contrition and asserting what is expected of her. Bad politician! (Is their any other???). Such moralistic sanctimony makes me want to defecate.

I almost feel sorry for her... ...almost!

ANOTHER LUCKY SHOT...

ABOUT TIME...

Well, some two weeks after the story broke (the 13 year old in the naked photographs by 'artist, Bill Henson), talk radio has finally caught up with yours truly and asked, "What were the parents thinking?"

Because, as I've already mentioned, it's all about the parents. This would not have transpired without their blessing. And not a peep from them. Mind you, they're probably in hiding.

Anyway, no answer as yet. I'll stay tuned. Of course, I already know the answer and it revolves around money and prestige amongst their peers. At the expense of a child.

MOTGP #2

If ever you wondered about the type of men who race bikes...

#1

In the 250 race yesterday, one of the riders misjudged his overtaking manoeuvre and slammed into the back of the other machine at...250KPH!

The bike cartwheeled, throwing the rider over the bars and tumbling/sliding down the track (at 250 remember).

He got up and walked away.

#2

Jorge Lorenzo, the current 250cc world champion, now in the premier Motogp class finished second after starting in last place in the previous round. In itself that's a remarkable achievement. More so when one considers he rode the race with an ankle broken a fortnight earlier.

Hard men one and all, and perhaps goes part of the way to explaining why women can't race bikes.

MOTO GP

From Mugello in Italy. Valentino Rossi, a living legend in the sport (SEVEN time world champion - he's only 26), is going for his seventh straight win at his home circuit. And if he does that'll see him leading the championship.
Hehe. He's got a new helmet too - a picture of his grinning face we can see when his head is on the tank, which is all the time in a bike race.

The grid's clearing; warm up lap to come then they're off...

RIGHTO KB - HERE Y'GO...

The Super 14 season for 2008 drew to a close last night. The Waratahs travelled to New Zealand to attempt for the second time in eight visits, to defeat the mighty Crusaders.
And to be fair to them, they came out of the gate running, scoring the first try in fact and soon had a 12-3 lead. Their defence in that first half, it has to be said, was terrific and yours truly began to wonder if the mighty Crusaders could breach it.

But alas (for them at least and to my mild relief) they couldn't keep it up. And they faced the best team in the comp at that very thing - digging deep and putting it all on the line. Still, they went into the break 12-11 ahead.

And weren't to score another point. The Kiwis went over for a try only to have it disallowed as Brad Thorn punched one of the 'Tah players while he was on the ground (so I'm not sure how that would have affected the try as it happened mid-field - far from the tryline, however...).
Carter the superboot was allowed enough space to park a shopping centre (a fact the 'Tahs must surely be lamenting) and nailed a sweet drop goal.

And when the Crusaders crossed into the corner again it was all over.

So the trophy that has spent the last year in South Africa, is now back in good ole New Zealand.

Take heart in that, KB.