CAN’T AFFORD ALL THEM WHITE ELEPHANTS, HEY?
Then make your catchment of taxpayers larger!
—and they call ME a dum’ animal …
My concern is the all-singing, all-dancing, new wonderful multimega-dollar development the Invercargill City Council is dabbling in. Both the ‘heritage’ buildings in the piccie below are to go, but the one towards the back will have its facade (only) retained as a sop to the damned reactionaries. Hah! Give ’em the ol’ one-two—
- One: boot out any existing businesses/tenants
- Two: bulldoze the whole ratty lot—
—and then build to the heart’s desire (regardless of effects on mere mortals nearby simply trying to scrape a living and/or a Return On Investment).
It will be an ongoing cesspit for the draining of the funds of innocents. But what do I know? I’m just an old dog—one who thought (hah!) that living a bit distant from Invercargill should be reasonably safe.
So even at my age I’m still ruefully learning—
MUST — BY COMMAND OF U.N. LAW
Poke through National Archives and any relevant records to—
- find out who the original owners of ‘your’ lands were
- then trace their current heirs
- and, with copious apologies, endless tears etc
- return those lands (with any ‘improvements’) to their rightful owners.
we could simply accept that the past is the past, learn from it, resolve to never again make mistakes, bring our descendants up to be nice, and—
“In fact, while accumulatively billions of dollars over recent decades have been transferred to those of even a highly attenuated Maori genetic inheritance, we should remember that these handouts – including for the demands to keep the Maori language alive (which it now isn’t …) should far more appropriately be directed to other areas of much greater priority. For example, the health budgets…the desperately cash-strapped hospitals… the grossly under-funded Pharmac – whose markedly low annual grant and inability to carry the cost of procedures now commonplace even Australia, and saving lines overseas, has become almost scandalous.”
Sourced: CLICK HERE
Actually, we need a form of democracy based on Reality.
I for one:
- REFUSE TO ACCEPT
- ANY FORM OF UNEARNED GUILT
—and I think that people who do
- are incapable of rational thinking
- have no real moral sense
- are bloody pathetic.
- all you Yanks—give those lands back to the Injuns!
- You Aussies—give ’em back to the Abos. Now!
- You simpering Kiwis— return ’em to the noble Maoris.
- You, Poms … track back through your mongrel history—there must be SOME bugger you can return your lands to.
(There. I haven’t even had brekkie yet and already the major source of the World’s troubles solved.)
and the tale here is unpleasant.
The older this dog gets the more he sees shadows, much as in the oriental form of puppetry where puppeteers are dressed to be unnoticed whilst working their lifeless large puppets by hand, manipulating limbs and torsos with ease — so that in just moments the spectator ‘sees’ only the moving dummy and not the manipulator.
Dummies can be made to do things that no rational being would consider.
TO NOT DIGRESS
The great tool of control is language. Language is both medium and method for communication of ideas—which may explain why some of the greatest dictators were highly skilled orators. You can call their art hypnosis and you wouldn’t be far wrong (which leads us to hee hoo time again)—
“Hee hoo controls the language,
controls the people using it”
—and there you have this post in a nutshell. But consider: could any of it apply to you?
* “God’s Own Country“, New Zealand.
—it’s complicated keeping up with Royal stuffs:
“It is harder to think of a much cleaner break than this. Harry and Meghan are still members of the Royal Family, but they are effectively no longer royal”, the BBC’s royal correspondent, Jonny Dymond, said”
—having recently watched the movie ‘Johnny English’ (again~!) I still ponder the very British penchant for royalty — but if it brings in the punters, who cares?
As a cynic I wonder how long they’ll stay married now—and will ol’ Mr Wossisphace be re-titled when they split? (Actually I don’t give a damn … but my good lady Spouse is English enough to bone me about it, and ‘cos she thinks I know stuff I have to stay usably abreast of such Earth-shattering events.)
It’s more fun countin’ the chickens—AND you get eggs
Don’t be confuddled—
I’ve just watched a wee u-toobe vid on the Big Bang Theory. It was all good clean fun but the only memorable thing about it was this treasurable snippet:
“I don’t know who discovered water … but it wasn’t a fish!”
The sort of thing I wish I’d said …
COME ON, DAMMIT—COME ON!
A sense of humour is one thing, Sir.
The occasional sardonic remark might be acceptable (sometimes) but THIS—
Sydney, too, collected its best rains for four months, watering parched parklands and quelling nearby bushfires. The 48-hour tally to Saturday morning of more than 55 millimetres was almost as much as the combined totals for October to December.
To read quote from source: CLICK HERE
—would be fine, God, if Thou dost not goeth too far.
So let’s not go overboard with Your rain, hey? Even though millions of prayers are finally being answered. (Wot? They stacked up in the pipeline so you’re making a ‘blanket’ post?)
(Anyhow, we were promised ‘fire, not a flood, next time’ so perhaps Big G has decided to pull the plug on His holy fires after reminding us of His holy awesomeness.)
“Nice try, Dog — but you know who’ll get the blame anyway!”
* And while we’re here — can anyone recommend a good ointment for scorched koala (and recipes for sizzled possum and roast roo)?
for Sydney, and the Australian bush fires … God has listened, heard, and is answering your prayers.
Bravo Zulu, all!
“There ya go, Gertie! God has listened!”
“Hey, you on the end—Miss Greta, take a bow!”
“Can’t … I’m overcome …”
“Emotion? That’s what ya get with a sheila on the team—”
“Fumes, Chief! Can we move a bit, before we pray some more?”
“Hey, Dog! Don’t I get no credit? … Bloody typical! Sheesh!