In a country proving itself to contain complete and utter morons, every one of whom's utterances are duly reported on news sites front pages, no doubt by fellow morons, the bar in stupidity is constantly being lowered.
The latest attempt comes in the headline noted today in several msm sites:
I want to be positive for a change. Those who are unfortunate enough to have read any of my outpourings will, no doubt, already be heading for the hills.
Anyway, positive.
With all the negative, sub-human crap dominating discussion at the moment I thought I'd share a good story.
I have had health problems the last year culminating (I hope) in current hernia and subsequent mobility problems.
That's positive? No, necessary background.
I needed to shorten a step to enable me to move around my home. A visit to a recycling yard called Graceworks (Mulcocks Rd. Rangiora, off lineside Rd) and I was given some flat blocks of wood perfect for the job. Payment was refused.
I live in North Canterbury - Woodend Beach - and advertised for a mobility scooter I could buy or hire, hoping a second hand one would be available in my price range,
A wonderful young lady, a mother of two, from Waikuku contacted me and has given me the use of her families device, at no cost. Britt is obviously a beautiful person.
I then needed a ramp to get the scooter out of the elements. Back to Graceworks where, for the cost of a (very) few coins, I was given a sheet of ply perfect for the job.
None of these people, the gentleman at Graceworks or the fantastic young lady from Waikuku had met me before their kindness.
When I do move, shop, etc within North Canterbury I have found people to be patient, kind and helpful. A gentleman from Rangiora Mitre10 happily carried the rather heavy purchase I made to my vehicle yesterday, made room for the box and placed it where I could remove it when I got home.
I live here by choice and have found that choice to be a good one.
People of North Canterbury, I thank you.
Breaking news!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
New Zealand political parties not involved in the current Coalition are opposed to the just announced 2024 budget.
This amazing, unforeseen circumstance, new to New Zealand politics, has been observed in Parliament and widely reported on front pages across the main stream media.
In a new, exciting breakthrough, confirmation has just been announced on New Zealand television that water is wet.
We live in wonderful times!
When I first saw this headline I thought "I agree. Many years of professional night driving has convinced me Canterbury Police driving standards are atrocious".
Then I read the story and realised they are commenting on other drivers, particularly those who "cross the centre line".
There has been an epidemic of head-on crashes lately in North Canterbury resulting in (based on Media reports) very close to zero fatalities.
I suspect this is simply make work down at the piggery with the press release simply to justify the wasted expense in both money and manpower.
Crossing the centre line, if vision is clear and open, on narrow winding roads is often safer for all involved than sticking like glue to the left. It is the judgement that needs to be taught, not avoiding the action completely.
New Zealand Police should, after extensive driver training from experienced road users, employ people noted for their common sense to further train their drivers and start targeting the very bad, often very dangerous drivers polluting our near-city roads, many of them (us) way past their use-by dates, unable to see, let alone drive and totally senile.
The Headline:
My first thought, without reading the story was "Please, Oh Gods, let this be true!"
It's about time the birds and small animals fought back against these murderous immigrants.
Long live the feathered fellows!
Thoughts
Leaders: Are they, no, They are the problem.
When man climbed down from the trees and decided that he preferred eating meat first he needed to catch that meat.
For that he needed two things: other men and a way of communicating with those other men.
Nature provided the first, other men climbing down just to imitate him, trying the meat, no doubt left over from another animal’s dinner, liking it and wanting more.
The second meant learning to talk and inventing a language for using that skill to communicate.
An aside: Vegetarians, THAT is how far backward your stupidity is!
Having mastered, sufficiently, those skills a group of men set out to hunt, kill and then eat that meat. A few took some home to the little woman, causing man’s first headache, but that is another story.
The group of men then encountered another problem, that of coordinating their efforts. Rather than go the commune route where each man could have their input and the others, by recognising the wisdom of input, act on it or ignore it some bastard piped up and said “I know, if Fred does this and Joe does that and the rest of you do that while I call the shots, we should eat tonight.”.
Leadership was born.
It’s been downhill since then.
Now we look around and we see the effects of that “leadership”. Very seldom do we see the average man say “I know, I’ll go out and die horribly so Horace there can dine in style tonight”. It’s always Horace sending Bill out to do the dying while he (Horace) carries on the dining.
Everywhere.
From your local group of scrotes calling themselves a “gang” (most of whom, individually, are good companions) to the big gangs (called countries) and the really big gangs calling themselves “corporates”.
The “leaders” make the rules, the poor bastards do the paying, (99.99% of the time with no real input). The trouble is, over time, they no longer lead – they dictate.
I contend it’s time for a change.
Make leadership a capital offense. Shoot every leader (I’d prefer hanging, the ropes can then be repurposed, shooting is easier), at every level and restart afresh.
The World would become instant chaos, interesting, fun and a far, far better place.
There would be no countries, people would quickly recognise the only way of surviving would be cooperation and, without bloody “leaders” that cooperation would remain small and largely uncoordinated.
We would have found nirvana – and we could maintain nirvana as long as we remembered to destroy, completely, every potential leader.
Such is a rainy morning in North Canterbury. I’m bored, you get to share the boredom.
Now, where is the first “leader” in need of shooting?
I have developed what appears to be, based on symptoms, a small hernia.
Hurts like hell when sitting, driving my car (Driving the HiLux is surprisingly pain free) and particularly walking and standing.
Does give me an excuse not to get out of bed on freezing mornings so not all bad.
I went online, to a NZ Health Dept. site, to learn about hernias.
Gave me some useful information, particularly on the Dept. of Health (no doubt now using some bogus racist name) being no longer able to say "men".
Instead they use the fabrication AMAB (apparently "assigned male at birth), them being unable to understand that a penis attached to a baby means, 100% of the time, the baby is male. You cannot be "assigned" anything already a fact.
These fuckwits are in charge of NZ's health? I hope the Gods are kind.
However, it is the "AMAB" bit that causes this post.
As these fuckwits are invariably sheilas (of either sex) I suggest they shorten the name and create three new, more appropriate, names for the sexes.
Those without a penis should become "cunts".
Those with a penis should become "non-cunts".
Those pre-destined for or actually part of the Dept. of Health should be formally known from now on as "utter cunts".
