AUSTRALIA, OUCH—

BEWARE

be very very ware:

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This issue is intended to trigger a range of emotions from guilt to ‘Awww—ain’t that so sweet!’

My own reaction is that in Australia (biggest grasshoppers in the world, boom boom!) as in anywhere else you/we do NOT want minority groups in Parliament.

  • Or in The House.
  • Or in power.

No?

YOU ACTUALLY WANT (but don’t realise it)

NO minority groups. In fact, no groups at all. All you need (desperately) is the defining minority group of:

ONE

yup.

Now let any panty-waist PC driberals get themselves a smaller herd than that! If they can (they can’t).

THE UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL

How often need it be stated?* That—

the smallest possible minority group (and thereby the very group most in need of protection) is the one individual. All of me. Them. Us.

FOR GAWD’S SAKEs

protect the individual and you protect every bugger—all of us, with no distinction, no artifices like

  • rank
  • colour
  • creed
  • derivation
  • memberships
  • ancestry
  • friends-in-high-places
  • etc etc ad infinitem

One Law to serve us all. Equally.

Sure, not all men are born equal—I’d say at a guess that Donny Trumpet’s downlines have an unequal head-start on most; but in the blind eyes of Law all are should be equal.

SO:

who really owns Australia, and deserves especial ‘rights’?

Is it the black natives, or the various folks who took it by ‘Right’ of Conquest? (You know … same as the kiwis took NZ from the Maoris, or the Maoris from the guys before them**, or the palefaces took the USA from the natives … actually, the same as anyone anywhere took it from the guys who were there before ’em.) (Heck, everyone does it~!)***

BUT

the quoted news will hold infinite appeal to the PC, no? And regardless of any inabilities to see beyond the rim of their bowl, they (PC) too have a right to exist—and then blight Reality for everyone else.

*   And utterly ignored …

** And they vigorously deny that—but artefacts and traditions suggest (!) otherwise.

*** I often state (and am never challenged) that you only own that which you can hold against all comers. It (sadly) means by force …

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HAVING FORGOTTEN

WHY THE HELL I STARTED

the Google search for using in this post

here’s your snippet anyway—

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Snipped from:  CLICK HERE

—but while we’re here, I just visited another’s blog and unashamedly filched this u-toobe therefrom. Go get ’em, Tiger!

With grateful gratitude to Prof Tab and the Ark. And anyone else I can blame for spreading the unholy Word—

—religion is a gamble, no? You pick your very own special one out of many thousands (possibly even millions, over time and space) available and you nail yourself to that one cross and run with it.

MAN,

oh Man,

is that ever a gamble~!

BOOM BOOM

I SEEM TO BE LOSING

MY GRIP

but it’s not yet a major. Assured by the cognoscenti that it could take years yet I still get frustrated that the (once was) command of the language is slipping. So I resort to trickery to fool my own brain (?) and it seems to be working:  this post was to have been on religious ritual and indoctrination. The missing word which forced me to change direction was

ESOTERIC

and it popped into mind a few words back. Entirely irrelevant here, I shall be using it later. If, poor little lost and abandoned soul, I can find my way back to The Light.

Or not …

giphy

 

AWWW …

giphyDIDDUMS

don’t you fwet, now, you just dwy them pore lil’ eyes—

The University of Otago has apologised after asking its law students an exam question about the ethics of representing a terrorist.

The question led some students to break down and cry during the exam last week after it brought back painful memories of the Christchurch mosque attacks on March 15 in which 51 people were killed.

Sourced:   CLICK HERE

—an’ don’t you never fink there may be a real world out dere, just waiting for ‘oo to be given your lovely new parchment and sally forth in shining armour to reshape it …

and:

And don’t you ever consider that you may one day have to deal with unpleasantness. ( I mean, really,  how can you defend in court some nasty person whose doggy left a dunnit on someone’s lawn?) … ooooooohhhh  … YUK~! (Sob, sniff … WAAAAH!)

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“Medic!”

“—Coming! … Puff puff pant gasp wheeze … Yes, Mr Argus?”

“There’s another wannabe lawyer over here! Collapsed under the strain of resolving her illusions of human nature with human nature…”

“Oh! Smelling salts or bullet, Mr Argus? Bullet would be more merciful—”

“Salts! A wee dose of Reality might help too—go vandalise her car …”

AND the meek shall inherit the Earth*.

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Stand aside, Wimp! REAL gal comin’ through!

 

* (Six feet of it, cold and damp …)

LINGO

Screen Shot 2019-04-20 at 09.37.10the Mac’s onboard dictionary says ‘lingo’ means “… a foreign language or dialect etc etc” whereas I use it to refer to the English language as used by us foreigners in New Zealand.

Now you’re ready, cast your eyes over this snippet—

“After thinking it all over I have come to the conclusion that if I had got married and dodged military service as long as I could, I might have had my car and bungalow to-day.”

The above constitutes the majority of a letter written to the Otago Daily Times and published on January 8, 1919, from a returned soldier who signed themselves simply as “Main Body”. The letter received two responses.

Snipped recently from a local paper.

So?

So: I wuz brung up proper to use the lingo the way it should be spoke and writed, and not like how them moderns make up there own rules as they goes along.

Given that—

(a) it is essential that Political Correctness be flavour compulsion of the day, and

(b) there shalt be NO distinctions made—regardless of gender, age, colour, race, creed (or any other distinguishments) on any grounds whatsoever …

—I find it disturbing that unless I pop my clogs within the next decade I may no longer be able to communicate with replacement generation/s.

BUT I WOULD LOVE

to know who is behind the modern wave of “anything goes”—one by one the old values are being systematically demolished. Why? Cui bono?

IT WON’T BE LONG

before ‘His’ and ‘Hers’ are replaced around our world with ‘THEIRS’ and have done with it.

GOOD~!

That’s replaced sexism with universalism … wonderful start!

For some—we’ll have twice as many toilets and changing rooms available to all for no extra cost.

But what about extending the concept? Make it universal, remove distinguishments of any kind? So that … atheists can now go worship in Catholic churches, Moslems in synagogues, peaceniks in barrackses; anyone can say anything about anything anywhere at any time with no more of this damn (panty-waist) ‘consideration for others’?

AS FAR AS MILITARY SERVICE

is concerned, indeed there should be no exemptions.

Make it compulsory for all: round ’em up off the streets and induct the lot—herd ’em in and take away their names, clothing, gender, anything at all … and give ’em all at least two years compulsory re-education and service: make men of (oops) make people of them!

Just like we used to in the good old days when men were men and galloped off to war while the fair sex stayed at home courting the ‘slackers’ and ‘dodgers’.  (Oops—I’d add more but The Spouse has just summoned me … gotta rush …)

chimp rocks 

Gotta figure out

how that returned soldier

became a ‘them’ … don’t wait up ….

 

I HAVEN’T

READ THIS ARTICLE

yet. Or at all. This is one of those un-rare occasions where it’s probably better to travel knowingly than to arrive (and then have to—possibly?— rewrite the book). Sometimes it really is more fun to travel cynically than to actually get there:

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“Hey you! The wounded ex-soldier type—”

“Yo?”

“Get your blasted crutches and stinking self out of my office! Toot sweet! I’m tryi—”

“But—”

“No buts! Dammit, almost my tea break already and I’m trying to do a job here!”

 

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The beat goes on, the beat goes onnnnnn …

DEATH OF

(or should it be the Dearth Of)

THE PROOF READER

~?

Moderns, hey? Where would litterasy be without ’em

SO. NOW TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE:

 

“The cannon connection is no big deal as everything made of bronze was once a captured Austrian cannon, bronze being infinitely recyclable.”  *

 

—and if it fits, you is most definitely a young ‘un …

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* Clipped from CLICK HERE