Of course it did. It knows about them all and just chooses to sweep them under the carpet.
This is the Papistry. And how it works. I'm not going to go into it again. Suffice to say the Catholic church is a veritable hotbed of corruption and sexual abuse.
And no-one seems to care enough to bring these sickos to account.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
THUGS OF LEAGUE
Sonny Bill Williams is an ex-Rugby League player who reneged on his 5 year contract to go play Union in France (for a shitload of money).
His only explanation - "I've had enough". I suspect he refers to the following amongst other things.
Greg Bird is, or rather was, a current League player for the Cronulla Sharks, (he's been fired). Why? Well, it seems Mr Bird, for reasons known only to him, "glassed" his American girlfriend, Katie Milligan, in the face. "Glassing" is the disgusting practice of smashing a glass in someone's face, causing severe lacerations at best, loss of sight and permanent scarring among the worst results.
A cowardly act, even more so against a woman - and beggaring belief when considered this particular woman was the man's girlfriend. What would make someone do such a thing?
Anyway, the bottom line is that he's been sacked from the club and rightfully so, and is now facing charges from the police (unless of course the woman, who must suffer from self esteem problems, retracts the charges. THAT would be hard to believe but it happens...).
So you see, whilst there are exceptions, League players ARE thugs in the main and frankly I don't blame Sonny Bill for wanting out.
His only explanation - "I've had enough". I suspect he refers to the following amongst other things.
Greg Bird is, or rather was, a current League player for the Cronulla Sharks, (he's been fired). Why? Well, it seems Mr Bird, for reasons known only to him, "glassed" his American girlfriend, Katie Milligan, in the face. "Glassing" is the disgusting practice of smashing a glass in someone's face, causing severe lacerations at best, loss of sight and permanent scarring among the worst results.
A cowardly act, even more so against a woman - and beggaring belief when considered this particular woman was the man's girlfriend. What would make someone do such a thing?
Anyway, the bottom line is that he's been sacked from the club and rightfully so, and is now facing charges from the police (unless of course the woman, who must suffer from self esteem problems, retracts the charges. THAT would be hard to believe but it happens...).
So you see, whilst there are exceptions, League players ARE thugs in the main and frankly I don't blame Sonny Bill for wanting out.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
METROSEXUAL OUT - - RETROSEXUAL IN.
Yet another breed with a fancy title.
The Retrosexual. At least according to Dave Besley, author of The Retrosexual Manual. He describes them as, "real men who, value biffo, beer and breasts". I’ve news for you, Dave – that’s not a real man for a start – that’s a Neanderthal. And there’s damn all new about them. Actually, the over-indulgence in the second usually facilitates the involvement in the first.
Australian actor, Joel Edgerton, who welcomes the return of such a man says, "bring back the Steve McQueen types". He claims he is definitely not a metrosexual, that he's "not that into preening". Asked if he was the new Retrosexual he replied, "maybe I'm just lazy".
Soap star and Matrix actor, Clayton Watson (never heard of him...and that film was shite – all of them) says, “I think girls are over guys who are worried about waxing and exfoliation”. (If true, this has been your own fault ladies. I told you to be careful what you wish for).He goes on to claim he’d rather spend his weekends at the pub with his mates rather than shopping for clothes. (That’s of course, if his woman permits it!).
He goes on to say of his self-professed kind, “we like drinking beer; we swear a lot and we hate shaving”. Aside from sinking piss, does this remind you of anyone, readers? Yeah, that’s right – ME!!!
I’ve been saying this since the creation of the metrosexual – that spineless, gay as a tutu weirdo.
I’m a man. A real man. Hairy (but not Italian hairy); I don’t cry in public and definitely not in front of other men; I don’t use creams of any sort; I go to a barber, not a hairdresser; I don’t wear cute chains around my neck or bangles round my wrist; or, God help us - flip-flops; and yes, I swear – like a f**kin trooper.
That said, I know how to treat women, though the new, emboldened "equal to men" (which is absurd) women are a bit much to handle, being that they seem to hold Germaine Greer as their Queen.
I’m educated, well-spoken (hey, between the swearwords, I’m very articulate...so much so in fact that often I have to dumb down my language to be understood) and polite.
I have written of this before (it obviously fell on deaf ears - most of what I say does unfortunately...). Now it seems what women want, according to Dave...is me. A man, who's not afraid to act or look like a man. Rough, tough, yet smart and at times sensitive (but remember, let's not get carried away. There's sensitive and there's blubbing into one's coke at the movies!)
The Retrosexual. At least according to Dave Besley, author of The Retrosexual Manual. He describes them as, "real men who, value biffo, beer and breasts". I’ve news for you, Dave – that’s not a real man for a start – that’s a Neanderthal. And there’s damn all new about them. Actually, the over-indulgence in the second usually facilitates the involvement in the first.
Australian actor, Joel Edgerton, who welcomes the return of such a man says, "bring back the Steve McQueen types". He claims he is definitely not a metrosexual, that he's "not that into preening". Asked if he was the new Retrosexual he replied, "maybe I'm just lazy".
Soap star and Matrix actor, Clayton Watson (never heard of him...and that film was shite – all of them) says, “I think girls are over guys who are worried about waxing and exfoliation”. (If true, this has been your own fault ladies. I told you to be careful what you wish for).He goes on to claim he’d rather spend his weekends at the pub with his mates rather than shopping for clothes. (That’s of course, if his woman permits it!).
He goes on to say of his self-professed kind, “we like drinking beer; we swear a lot and we hate shaving”. Aside from sinking piss, does this remind you of anyone, readers? Yeah, that’s right – ME!!!
I’ve been saying this since the creation of the metrosexual – that spineless, gay as a tutu weirdo.
I’m a man. A real man. Hairy (but not Italian hairy); I don’t cry in public and definitely not in front of other men; I don’t use creams of any sort; I go to a barber, not a hairdresser; I don’t wear cute chains around my neck or bangles round my wrist; or, God help us - flip-flops; and yes, I swear – like a f**kin trooper.
That said, I know how to treat women, though the new, emboldened "equal to men" (which is absurd) women are a bit much to handle, being that they seem to hold Germaine Greer as their Queen.
I’m educated, well-spoken (hey, between the swearwords, I’m very articulate...so much so in fact that often I have to dumb down my language to be understood) and polite.
I have written of this before (it obviously fell on deaf ears - most of what I say does unfortunately...). Now it seems what women want, according to Dave...is me. A man, who's not afraid to act or look like a man. Rough, tough, yet smart and at times sensitive (but remember, let's not get carried away. There's sensitive and there's blubbing into one's coke at the movies!)
Friday, August 22, 2008
COLIN/COLINETTE
Six days ago a young humpback calf wandered into Pittwater, a bay area just North of Sydney Harbour, and a playground for the well off.
It had clearly been separated from its mother and was lost.
Enter Australia’s finest, the NPWS (National Parks and Wildlife Service) and the catalogue of incompetence, rivalled only by fuckwit Iemma and his cronies in the NSW Labor Government, began.
We’ll fast forward to yesterday, some five days after the initial sighting of the distressed young whale. A day when they discovered he wasn’t in fact, Colin, so much as Colinette, a she.
Good work NPWS – only five days.
Back to the beginning.
Colinette, as I mentioned, drifted into Pittwater obviously lost and in distress, and began to swim up to any boats in the area that resembled the size of her mother.
The NPWS watched, and in their oh so important epiletted uniforms, discussed what to do.
One day turned into two; two into three; into four.
The young whale was starving to death while the “experts” (I have such fucking contempt for these people) sought advice from...well, fuckin everybody. Meantime, the whale starved and in its way, as a frightened child might, pleaded for help, demostrated by its constant nudging against the hulls of boats. A heart-tugging sight.
The NPWS continued to procrastinate. They set up an exclusion area to prevent those who had the wherewithal and desire to help, from coming near the terrified young whale.
At no time did they attempt to feed the hungry infant, despite having a precedent in America where they did exactly that. They watched it starve and as its health deteriorated, they wrung their collective hands and said, “there’s nothing we can do”. So not so much a “can do” attitude as “can’t do” then…
Six days later, they put the helpless animal to death.
The public were divided into two groups; one side claiming it was nature at work and people need to get over it, the other outraged at the NPWS’s apparent lack of action in helping the animal and it’s eventual destroying it.
The first group are a mixture of callous and indifference and are the sorts of people who if they own a dog for example, keep it outside. They cite examples in nature where this happens often. We know nothing about it, they argue. And they’re right –it does. Nature is very harsh at times. But on this occasion it didn’t. It occurred in full view of us and it is, (or at least, is in my world) incumbent on us as rulers of the planet to do what we can to protect those that can’t protect themselves – no matter what species. They should have towed it out to the migration lanes and waited. Sooner or later an adult would’ve appeared. They cruise up and down that coast all year round. True, they do have a “season’ as it were but also, it’s not unheard of for individuals just expelled from the group to be nomadic.
And if the worst was to eventuate and a surrogate didn't appear, well, at least they tried. Here they didn't. Didn't do a fucking thing - just let it suffer while they dawdled, the destroyed it.
They should've fed it, at least for the short term, to give it some breathing space. But no, the experts froze, completely stunned in their incompetence.
The second group have, judging by the radio calls I heard, the animal’s best interest at heart and fail to see how something can’t be done.
The geniuses with the university degrees (what, in sinking piss and rutting each other like pigs…?) towed the animal out to sea at one point and…left it. Sort of, “Ok, this’ll do”.
The whale followed them back, alone and frightened, seeking help.
The experts were stumped.
This was about incompetence and money, make no mistake. They didn’t want to spend the money they use to fund their cars and “educational” trips on just a whale.
It fine when they’re reaping it in while the whales migrate, when they charge king’s ransoms to send out their boats to whalewatch but when the time comes to step up and help one of the money making machines…
Tough shit for Colin/Colette.
It had clearly been separated from its mother and was lost.
Enter Australia’s finest, the NPWS (National Parks and Wildlife Service) and the catalogue of incompetence, rivalled only by fuckwit Iemma and his cronies in the NSW Labor Government, began.
We’ll fast forward to yesterday, some five days after the initial sighting of the distressed young whale. A day when they discovered he wasn’t in fact, Colin, so much as Colinette, a she.
Good work NPWS – only five days.
Back to the beginning.
Colinette, as I mentioned, drifted into Pittwater obviously lost and in distress, and began to swim up to any boats in the area that resembled the size of her mother.
The NPWS watched, and in their oh so important epiletted uniforms, discussed what to do.
One day turned into two; two into three; into four.
The young whale was starving to death while the “experts” (I have such fucking contempt for these people) sought advice from...well, fuckin everybody. Meantime, the whale starved and in its way, as a frightened child might, pleaded for help, demostrated by its constant nudging against the hulls of boats. A heart-tugging sight.
The NPWS continued to procrastinate. They set up an exclusion area to prevent those who had the wherewithal and desire to help, from coming near the terrified young whale.
At no time did they attempt to feed the hungry infant, despite having a precedent in America where they did exactly that. They watched it starve and as its health deteriorated, they wrung their collective hands and said, “there’s nothing we can do”. So not so much a “can do” attitude as “can’t do” then…
Six days later, they put the helpless animal to death.
The public were divided into two groups; one side claiming it was nature at work and people need to get over it, the other outraged at the NPWS’s apparent lack of action in helping the animal and it’s eventual destroying it.
The first group are a mixture of callous and indifference and are the sorts of people who if they own a dog for example, keep it outside. They cite examples in nature where this happens often. We know nothing about it, they argue. And they’re right –it does. Nature is very harsh at times. But on this occasion it didn’t. It occurred in full view of us and it is, (or at least, is in my world) incumbent on us as rulers of the planet to do what we can to protect those that can’t protect themselves – no matter what species. They should have towed it out to the migration lanes and waited. Sooner or later an adult would’ve appeared. They cruise up and down that coast all year round. True, they do have a “season’ as it were but also, it’s not unheard of for individuals just expelled from the group to be nomadic.
And if the worst was to eventuate and a surrogate didn't appear, well, at least they tried. Here they didn't. Didn't do a fucking thing - just let it suffer while they dawdled, the destroyed it.
They should've fed it, at least for the short term, to give it some breathing space. But no, the experts froze, completely stunned in their incompetence.
The second group have, judging by the radio calls I heard, the animal’s best interest at heart and fail to see how something can’t be done.
The geniuses with the university degrees (what, in sinking piss and rutting each other like pigs…?) towed the animal out to sea at one point and…left it. Sort of, “Ok, this’ll do”.
The whale followed them back, alone and frightened, seeking help.
The experts were stumped.
This was about incompetence and money, make no mistake. They didn’t want to spend the money they use to fund their cars and “educational” trips on just a whale.
It fine when they’re reaping it in while the whales migrate, when they charge king’s ransoms to send out their boats to whalewatch but when the time comes to step up and help one of the money making machines…
Tough shit for Colin/Colette.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
KNOCK KNOCK - - WHO'S THERE.
The Jovies, aka, Jehovah's Witnesses. Two Honeys in fact; a middle aged one with a pretty young novice in tow (Boing!).
Yep, they just called at my house to tell me that the Lord's return is imminent and that I should treat it as urgent (I said "He'd better get a move on - I've to go to the shops). They showed me a passage from a bible from a man who claimed such urgency, wait for it...around 300 BC. So...not really that urgent.
From some American reprint of the actual bible. New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures. I've never heard of it and the writer of this particular passage I've never heard of either and I know the bible (being that I was a Christian once upon a time - and a Sunday School teacher at that).
Anyway, the pleasant and courteous fellow that I am, I gave them the time to chat and they left me their publication, Watchtower from the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania, (made in Japan - isn't everything these days).
Anyway anyway, after they declined my offer to come in and get naked I gently 'chucked' them on their respective chins and sent them on their way.
I'm such a good boy!
Yep, they just called at my house to tell me that the Lord's return is imminent and that I should treat it as urgent (I said "He'd better get a move on - I've to go to the shops). They showed me a passage from a bible from a man who claimed such urgency, wait for it...around 300 BC. So...not really that urgent.
From some American reprint of the actual bible. New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures. I've never heard of it and the writer of this particular passage I've never heard of either and I know the bible (being that I was a Christian once upon a time - and a Sunday School teacher at that).
Anyway, the pleasant and courteous fellow that I am, I gave them the time to chat and they left me their publication, Watchtower from the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania, (made in Japan - isn't everything these days).
Anyway anyway, after they declined my offer to come in and get naked I gently 'chucked' them on their respective chins and sent them on their way.
I'm such a good boy!
ANOTHER SPECIES FACING EXTINCTION
Sharks. "Terrors of the deep". Those prehistoric creatures who rule the seas and have done since the year dot (every living thing on earth originated from he water).
After the scare of "Jaws", that great film, they were hunted by the uneducated and ignorant, spurred on by fear. (Because, let's face it - it's OUR ocean - how dare they swim in it when we want to).
They're now in the sights of the capitalists. In search of the dollar. And for what do they slaughter these magnificent creatures? Their fins. That's it. They catch them, cut off their fins and throw them back into the sea where they drown.
Fuckin slopes!
And these wankers in Australia are no better. Between them, Melbourne, Brisbane and Cairns export approximately 200 tons of shark fin. Just to sate the unquenchable appetites of the billions of slopes. (These are the same people who are responsible - along with the US and India - for the majority of the world's greenhouse gases and who refuse point blank to sign the agreement to reduce said gases).
And so another species, which along with crocodiles, are the oldest on the planet - veritable dinosaurs in fact - are facing extinction.
What will happen when they're gone? Oh dear, no more shark fin soup!
Next!
After the scare of "Jaws", that great film, they were hunted by the uneducated and ignorant, spurred on by fear. (Because, let's face it - it's OUR ocean - how dare they swim in it when we want to).
They're now in the sights of the capitalists. In search of the dollar. And for what do they slaughter these magnificent creatures? Their fins. That's it. They catch them, cut off their fins and throw them back into the sea where they drown.
Fuckin slopes!
And these wankers in Australia are no better. Between them, Melbourne, Brisbane and Cairns export approximately 200 tons of shark fin. Just to sate the unquenchable appetites of the billions of slopes. (These are the same people who are responsible - along with the US and India - for the majority of the world's greenhouse gases and who refuse point blank to sign the agreement to reduce said gases).
And so another species, which along with crocodiles, are the oldest on the planet - veritable dinosaurs in fact - are facing extinction.
What will happen when they're gone? Oh dear, no more shark fin soup!
Next!
Monday, August 18, 2008
FROM OUR WIRE SERVICES...
...which appear to be bent, frankly.
The article pertains to the recent MotoGP round from the Czech Republic's Brno circuit.
I watched the race and Stoner and Rossi both buggered off on the rest of the field, creating a 7 second lead after just 5 laps. Stoner was trying to break Rossi and Rossi...well, he was doing what he does so well - just hanging behind, keeping pace, checking out his opponent's weak spots.
Lap 7 saw Stoner lose it when after braking hard into the turn and then releasing the brakes, his front end just let go sending him into the "kitty litter". Game over for him. Rossi went on to win by just shy of 17 seconds from Elias and Capirossi.
These are the facts.
The Daily Rag's report:
According to the Rag, Rossi said, "Without Stoner's fall I probably wouldn't have won".
Bollocks! I saw the race and the post race interviews (which is surprising in itself as no Aussies made the podium) and not once did Rossi even intimate such a thing. What he did say, however (paraphrased), was that he had Stoner's pace and was happy to sit there for the time being secure in the knowledge that he could pass him at will later in the race. It's classic Rossi.
He now has a 50 point lead with 6 rounds remaining. If Stoner wins every remaining race (hardly likely) and Rossi gets second, Rossi will still win the championship.
Number EIGHT. That's right, eight world titles and he's what, 26 or something?
As for The Daily Rag. Glorified toilet paper.
The article pertains to the recent MotoGP round from the Czech Republic's Brno circuit.
I watched the race and Stoner and Rossi both buggered off on the rest of the field, creating a 7 second lead after just 5 laps. Stoner was trying to break Rossi and Rossi...well, he was doing what he does so well - just hanging behind, keeping pace, checking out his opponent's weak spots.
Lap 7 saw Stoner lose it when after braking hard into the turn and then releasing the brakes, his front end just let go sending him into the "kitty litter". Game over for him. Rossi went on to win by just shy of 17 seconds from Elias and Capirossi.
These are the facts.
The Daily Rag's report:
According to the Rag, Rossi said, "Without Stoner's fall I probably wouldn't have won".
Bollocks! I saw the race and the post race interviews (which is surprising in itself as no Aussies made the podium) and not once did Rossi even intimate such a thing. What he did say, however (paraphrased), was that he had Stoner's pace and was happy to sit there for the time being secure in the knowledge that he could pass him at will later in the race. It's classic Rossi.
He now has a 50 point lead with 6 rounds remaining. If Stoner wins every remaining race (hardly likely) and Rossi gets second, Rossi will still win the championship.
Number EIGHT. That's right, eight world titles and he's what, 26 or something?
As for The Daily Rag. Glorified toilet paper.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
TRI NATIONS TIME AGAIN -- WOOHOO!
From the home of the World Champions, the Springboks. They take on the Mighty Blacks, who, as it happens, are fielding a squad of almost new talent (eight new players debuting).
This will be very interesting. The Boks as far as I know are themselves fielding their usual team with probably a few minor changes.
But the Blacks have their apparent secret weapon - the spectacular Richie McCaw.
Let the battle commence.
This will be very interesting. The Boks as far as I know are themselves fielding their usual team with probably a few minor changes.
But the Blacks have their apparent secret weapon - the spectacular Richie McCaw.
Let the battle commence.
Monday, August 04, 2008
STAND UP PEEING
Some "athlete" ws on TV just a while back explaining what is entailed in taking a drug test for the Olympics.
She describes it as:
"You stand and lift your shirt up to your neck, and drop your trousers to your ankles and pee in a beaker - with a chaperone watching to prove it's actually your urine".
Hoho. Pretty straight forward for the men (matter of fact, some showoffs could go for distance haha. John Thomases are quite handy at times), but how does it work with the women? Does someone hold the cup while the girl stands knees apart? What about direction? Splashes?
And what if you let a fart sneak out while your flexing??
More importantly, isn't this very pose the favourite of flashers? (Not that I would know, you understand).
Oh man, such an image. Think I'll stick to the sofa...!
...And pass on that job!
She describes it as:
"You stand and lift your shirt up to your neck, and drop your trousers to your ankles and pee in a beaker - with a chaperone watching to prove it's actually your urine".
Hoho. Pretty straight forward for the men (matter of fact, some showoffs could go for distance haha. John Thomases are quite handy at times), but how does it work with the women? Does someone hold the cup while the girl stands knees apart? What about direction? Splashes?
And what if you let a fart sneak out while your flexing??
More importantly, isn't this very pose the favourite of flashers? (Not that I would know, you understand).
Oh man, such an image. Think I'll stick to the sofa...!
...And pass on that job!
PERSPECTIVE
In Mugabeland, where inflation sits at two million percent, a loaf costs, what was it, 200 billion or something as ridiculous?
In the normal world where inflation is about 3-4 percent, the American Hello (or something - they're all the same to me), and another British mag have paid 15 million for pictures of the Brangelina offspring.
Credit to the parents, mind, they've donated it all to charity but still...15 million??? For baby pictures? They'd need to be able to flap the wings on their arses and fly for that sort of dough if ye ask me!
My word!!!
In the normal world where inflation is about 3-4 percent, the American Hello (or something - they're all the same to me), and another British mag have paid 15 million for pictures of the Brangelina offspring.
Credit to the parents, mind, they've donated it all to charity but still...15 million??? For baby pictures? They'd need to be able to flap the wings on their arses and fly for that sort of dough if ye ask me!
My word!!!
Saturday, August 02, 2008
VENGEANCE SHALL BE MINE...
...Saith the Mighty Blacks.
And such vengeance it was.
I watched the game at a mate's place and as it unfolded I was thinking, "KB'll be doing a happy dance. Sure enough, when I returned home there was an email informing me of exactly that.
A spectacular performance from the men across the Ditch. Beginning with a new version of the famed Haka, the Maori war dance. And it's a whopper...a real beaut, arguably (by me at least), the best ever. Ali Williams is one scary looking MF. Matter of fact, during it they all look scary.
They crossed for four tries against Deans' men's one. Dan Carter's boot was for the most part on target (you missed one Dan - try harder, Giteau missed none!).
Nonu was in scintillating form, breaking for it time and time again and scoring two of the four tries in the process, his second heartbreaking one, after the time horn blew (they let the play finish - for those not in the know).
The Wallabies fought back for a while, scoring a try themselves but eventually (and historically inevitably, notwithstanding the rather shocking double loss recently) succumbed to the might of the Black's offence which was relentless. Time after time the men in green and gold left the field with blood flowing from various tears to their heads.
Richie McCaw, the captain returned from injury led his troops like a legend. The TV commentator alluded to the enormous weight on the young man's shoulder (the weight of a nation, were I think the commentator's words...). He was everywhere, almost omnipresent but it was quite obviously a team effort as every man had a go, breaking, dodging, slamming...
Still the juggernaut continued.
A final score of 39-10 sees New Zealand move to the top of the Tri-Nation's ladder, virtue of Nonu's bonus point awarding fourth try, with tonights defeated Wallabies in close second, one point behind but with a game in hand. The Boks (current World Champions) are in last, also with a game in hand, on 5.
Note: I discovered this from the Sunday Rag the next day as the dickhead Australians didn't show any interviews (both captains/both coaches) because they lost and like spoilt little children they "took their ball home". Christ, I have to get the fuck out of this place! Where will I move to? Answers on a postcard...
Anyway, the comp is still wide open.
Classic All Blacks just stompin' their foe.
Two weeks til the next Tri Nations game (The Blacks vs The Boks)
Dance away, KB.
And such vengeance it was.
I watched the game at a mate's place and as it unfolded I was thinking, "KB'll be doing a happy dance. Sure enough, when I returned home there was an email informing me of exactly that.
A spectacular performance from the men across the Ditch. Beginning with a new version of the famed Haka, the Maori war dance. And it's a whopper...a real beaut, arguably (by me at least), the best ever. Ali Williams is one scary looking MF. Matter of fact, during it they all look scary.
They crossed for four tries against Deans' men's one. Dan Carter's boot was for the most part on target (you missed one Dan - try harder, Giteau missed none!).
Nonu was in scintillating form, breaking for it time and time again and scoring two of the four tries in the process, his second heartbreaking one, after the time horn blew (they let the play finish - for those not in the know).
The Wallabies fought back for a while, scoring a try themselves but eventually (and historically inevitably, notwithstanding the rather shocking double loss recently) succumbed to the might of the Black's offence which was relentless. Time after time the men in green and gold left the field with blood flowing from various tears to their heads.
Richie McCaw, the captain returned from injury led his troops like a legend. The TV commentator alluded to the enormous weight on the young man's shoulder (the weight of a nation, were I think the commentator's words...). He was everywhere, almost omnipresent but it was quite obviously a team effort as every man had a go, breaking, dodging, slamming...
Still the juggernaut continued.
A final score of 39-10 sees New Zealand move to the top of the Tri-Nation's ladder, virtue of Nonu's bonus point awarding fourth try, with tonights defeated Wallabies in close second, one point behind but with a game in hand. The Boks (current World Champions) are in last, also with a game in hand, on 5.
Note: I discovered this from the Sunday Rag the next day as the dickhead Australians didn't show any interviews (both captains/both coaches) because they lost and like spoilt little children they "took their ball home". Christ, I have to get the fuck out of this place! Where will I move to? Answers on a postcard...
Anyway, the comp is still wide open.
Classic All Blacks just stompin' their foe.
Two weeks til the next Tri Nations game (The Blacks vs The Boks)
Dance away, KB.
BLEDISLOE CUP - - GAME TWO
It's on. After getting well beaten by Dean's Wallabies, the Mighty Blacks now have a home game at Eden Park, Auckland to seek their revenge.
And they have their inspirational captain, Richie McCaw back, returning from an ankle injury.
Whatever happens, it'll be a beaut. Ever since Deans took over the coaching duties of the Wallabies, they haven't lost. And that, considering the Wallabies' previous woeful record, is quite the accolade. So no matter what happens in future (this for you, KB) console yourself with the fact that each success is down to a Kiwi.
Game on people. Woohoo!!
And they have their inspirational captain, Richie McCaw back, returning from an ankle injury.
Whatever happens, it'll be a beaut. Ever since Deans took over the coaching duties of the Wallabies, they haven't lost. And that, considering the Wallabies' previous woeful record, is quite the accolade. So no matter what happens in future (this for you, KB) console yourself with the fact that each success is down to a Kiwi.
Game on people. Woohoo!!
GET THEM OUT OF SIGHT...DON'T GO NEAR THE LEPERS
There’s a brutal anti smoking ad on tv. It shows a middle aged man who in life would have been quite the larrakin, but now, after having suffered a stroke as a result of smoking (allegedly – I believe nothing those people say and I’d give them the cane, were it up to me…! I of course refer to the anti-smoking Nazis) he is now trapped in a paralysed, stroke afflicted body, being tended to by his destroyed but stoic wife.
He talks about his kid, so although we don’t see them in the ad, it’s clear they exist and the intimation is that they, too, are suffering the same fate as their mother – minus the clear understanding.
It’s a fucking rough advert, and no mistake.
It’s also a fact – but not a guarantee. It’s like this:
I know smoking is detrimental to my health. There exist wee men in deepest darkest Peru with bones through their noses who fucking know as well.
However, you simply cannot guarantee that this end will be my (or anyone’s end). Which is exactly, word for word, what you’re doing. A desperate act from a cartel bereft of ideas and with no concrete evidence, resorting to scare tactics - which history has proven doesn't work.
Smoking, in point of fact, doesn’t always kill. (It does however, fuck one’s lungs but that isn’t my current point – and even if it was, who the fuck are you to tell me I can’t. There are countless ways life can kill us and if you’re going to start instructing me in how to live, complete with vicious fucking legislation, then life is truly at an end…)
Another of these ads show a smoker being operated on by surgeons to remove “fatty deposits” that can “lead to a stroke, blindness” blah, blah, fucking blah. Once again – a possibility, not certainty…
What is a certainty though, is that if you are obese, remember them, you know who I mean...the fatties, those blobs of human dough who sweat and wobble through life gorging on whatever they can lay their meaty, sausage-like fingers on, they will die earlier than expected. And be every bit as unhealthy (arguably more so) as the much maligned smoker. A smoker's health is affected predominately by the reduction in lung capacity - a fatty's by the fact that their body weight has doubled, tripled in size, thus putting their heart under incredible strain as the organ created to carry a finite amount now has to cope with this amount doubling/tripling.
And if you want facts and figures...go and look them up yourself (I've never been a researcher) but the crux is this:
Global obesity now costs more in terms of human life and strain on the health systems than tobacco related diseases. This is a fact – look it up.
And so, employing society’s own rationale, and given that our roly-poly friends don’t have to view the same deterrent as a similar group, then it can only be deduced that a form of discrimination exists.
And has done for years. In fact, now, under instruction of that fuckwit, Iemma, the cretinous NSW Premier, all tobacco products are now being forced “under the counter” – to protect the young from their fatal influence.
Meantime said young are imitating their porky parents and eating themselves to the aforementioned early grave. While washing it down with copious amounts of piss and staggering their way to beatings, stabbings and unwanted pregnancies.
The humble smoke doesn't seem so bad now...
He talks about his kid, so although we don’t see them in the ad, it’s clear they exist and the intimation is that they, too, are suffering the same fate as their mother – minus the clear understanding.
It’s a fucking rough advert, and no mistake.
It’s also a fact – but not a guarantee. It’s like this:
I know smoking is detrimental to my health. There exist wee men in deepest darkest Peru with bones through their noses who fucking know as well.
However, you simply cannot guarantee that this end will be my (or anyone’s end). Which is exactly, word for word, what you’re doing. A desperate act from a cartel bereft of ideas and with no concrete evidence, resorting to scare tactics - which history has proven doesn't work.
Smoking, in point of fact, doesn’t always kill. (It does however, fuck one’s lungs but that isn’t my current point – and even if it was, who the fuck are you to tell me I can’t. There are countless ways life can kill us and if you’re going to start instructing me in how to live, complete with vicious fucking legislation, then life is truly at an end…)
Another of these ads show a smoker being operated on by surgeons to remove “fatty deposits” that can “lead to a stroke, blindness” blah, blah, fucking blah. Once again – a possibility, not certainty…
What is a certainty though, is that if you are obese, remember them, you know who I mean...the fatties, those blobs of human dough who sweat and wobble through life gorging on whatever they can lay their meaty, sausage-like fingers on, they will die earlier than expected. And be every bit as unhealthy (arguably more so) as the much maligned smoker. A smoker's health is affected predominately by the reduction in lung capacity - a fatty's by the fact that their body weight has doubled, tripled in size, thus putting their heart under incredible strain as the organ created to carry a finite amount now has to cope with this amount doubling/tripling.
And if you want facts and figures...go and look them up yourself (I've never been a researcher) but the crux is this:
Global obesity now costs more in terms of human life and strain on the health systems than tobacco related diseases. This is a fact – look it up.
And so, employing society’s own rationale, and given that our roly-poly friends don’t have to view the same deterrent as a similar group, then it can only be deduced that a form of discrimination exists.
And has done for years. In fact, now, under instruction of that fuckwit, Iemma, the cretinous NSW Premier, all tobacco products are now being forced “under the counter” – to protect the young from their fatal influence.
Meantime said young are imitating their porky parents and eating themselves to the aforementioned early grave. While washing it down with copious amounts of piss and staggering their way to beatings, stabbings and unwanted pregnancies.
The humble smoke doesn't seem so bad now...
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