
The headline:
Thoughts of a grumpy old white man.

The headline:

I refer you to this headline on NewstalkZB:
I'm sure that ACC are confident. They'll simply stop honoring their insurance to people they are sure they can shaft.
People such as the self-employed, the sole-traders and the small-businessmen: people they know do not have the time or (in many cases) means to take on ACC.
They've done it before; They'll do it again.
That means, of course, they'll be able to continue to force compensation on the fraudsters and layabouts, just as they've always done.
As an aside: Megan Main ACC CEO? When was the last time a major business or tax-payer funded organisation even held it's own, let alone succeeded with a sheila in charge?
A quick perusal of AD doesn't throw up any outstanding examples.
There was recently a well publicised theft of medical information, much of it (from reports) historical.
In an age where mental health problems and addiction are worn publicly as a badge of honour and regularly used to explain bad and unacceptable behaviour, I'm struggling to understand the outrage.
Who cares if I had a boil on my arse lanced 23 years ago?
Its not just that the information was stolen either but that the holder of that information was both victim and at fault.
Combined with the distinct impression that it was the holder rather than the thief who was to blame, the entire affair appears to be more modern, leftist fuckwittery than actual injury or inconvenience to those who had information shared.
My mind is regressing at an alarming rate.
My body continues the equally alarming rate of painful descent it started before I retired (for health reasons) just before my 70th birthday about three years past but my mind is off on a tangent (if a tangent can reverse it’s flow).
I haven’t got to the masturbation at the sight of a skirt part yet (I look forward to that bit) but going backward it certainly is.
The day outside is warm and sunny with a hint of conservatism but I waited until this afternoon to indulge.
The morning was spent on thinking about going out, preparing to go out, writing a list of things I should go out for and then deciding to prepare lunch instead.
Lunch was a success. It consisted of a plate of green beans while preparing dinner. Lunch came from my garden. My garden was unamused.
Immediately after lunch I retrieved my car keys, put on my hat, made sure my wallet was in my shorts pocket and decided to go out on the morrow.
A bottle of a gentle white was eased out of the refrigerator, some nuts and roasted pumpkin seeds made accessible for my easy chair, a good book opened and sleep was achieved.
Some time later, upon awakening and once more half compus-mentus, I wandered out into the sunshine, deposited myself in the old wooden arm-chair (quite the most comfortable chair I have ever owned) and found sleep again.
I dreamed of pleasant pastures and woke to see my very healthy tomatoes and chillies also basking in the sun.
Not being completely awake I wandered halfway around my house, checking my flowers and front garden and then wandered back to my armchair, wondering all the way if this was, indeed, nirvana?
I suspect it is.
Moving into the second year of the second Trump presidency the Western World should be thanking Biden.
Were it not for the corrupt old bastard ,with the assistance of his even more corrupt family and associates, stealing the 2020 election, we would have witnessed a further four years like the 17-21 term with America so tied up in civil disorder and bullshit politics that it probably would take decades to recover from.
Instead 2025 saw a revitalised and educated Trump taking the World by storm, in one short year putting down almost every potential challenger to USA for international supremacy. Even Iran is coming into line.
Assuming Vance carries on the good work it will be a decade at least before the World needs to look at Russia, China or the Communist Dictatorship of Europe with any trepidation. You could probably add the Islamic abortions to that list.
So, thank you Joe - may all those associated with your Presidency die, slowly and painfully, before you.
According to NewstalkZB it is going to be a warm weekend.
The report, gaining headline status, suggests temperatures of approx 30C.
You can hear the "Shock! Horror!" in the story.
I'm getting out the frost cloth in preparation.
As I type this the temperature outside my back door, in the shade, is 27.3C.
A couple of days in mid December that reading hit 33C+
We're going to die! We're going to die!
I bought one of them fly killers: The tennis-racket type you put batteries in.
Early on I scored one fly. My guess is he felt sorry for me and committed pesticide.
Just before lunch today I was swiping at a real pest that kept flying (literal) circles around me. (At this rate I'll get very fit.). The fly all of a sudden stopped, looked at me standing there, sweating and breathing hard and then flew to the nearest light fitting, no doubt knowing I couldn't swing at him there.
But he didn't, as I expected, laugh at me. Instead I heard a high voice proclaim: "You're lifting your head."