Wednesday, 27 December 2006

RABBI DAVID SLAVIN, THE GREEDY ECCLESIASTICAL LUNATIC OF THE YEAR.

MOST people by now will be aware of my non alignment with the Faith Industry regardless of your choice of calling. Praying to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled for a particular petitioner is not my idea of facing up to the music and getting off your arse and getting on with life in a materialistic manner. Blind faith has few rewards, Hope which is desire and expectation rolled into one; is achieved through using logic and commonsense. However, a sense of Charity is to be expected from all mankind toward all creatures in crisis or beyond any chance of helping thereselves, which brings me back to the Rev Rabbi D Slavin, Who is a leader within the Orthodox Jewish religion Whose exploits were brought to light on my post dated Sept 25 06.(Click back).
At the cost of $19,800.00 two Sydney Councils are forking out to pay for the first KOSHER PEDESTRIAN CROSSING, Because pressing a button on the sabbath-the period of rest between sunset on Friday and sunset on Saturday- is considered a breach of religious law by orthodox Jews, (see my post Sept 25.)
I am suggesting that this bunch of religious crackpots at their future Knee bending sessions at their synogogue pass the chalice around until sufficient cash is collected in order to reimburse their benefactors, or be given to a deserving charity. The extensive list of 'donts' on the Sabbath is endless, like driving, cooking, carrying, handling money(ha ha), using electrical and mechanical devices. Maybe dressing oneself, opening doors, turning on taps(faucets) and pressing the toilet flush have been overlooked, so what in this persons crazy mind is so Bloody different about pressing the button on a pedestrian crossing?
I say Shame on you Rabbi Slavin, you are an absolute Thieving Nutter. VEST.

Friday, 15 December 2006

DOING IT REAL TOUGH THIS CHRISTMAS

I Learned early in life that the spirit of Christmas although well intentioned was short lived. The yuletide values lose their influence at other times of the year when the desperately poor on struggle street tough it out. Most of these under privileged have physical abilities to enable them to battle through with the help and guidance from govt authorities, However, In the lower order of necessity we have the less self reliant community, people who have lost hope and have hit rock bottom, through misfortune or tragic circumstances.
Take the case of Rhonda Taylor or anyone else in similar circumstances, She buried her ten month old daughter recently, less than two weeks before Christmas. The service Cost $3,000.00 that Rhonda scraped from relatives friends and various charities.
Rhonda; in her twenties has two children Eight and Two, she has no partner or parents and suffers from a chronic heart condition and needs surgery to correct it, her young baby boy james was born partially blind and has been diagnosed with epilepsy. Rhonda has difficulty eating and sleeping and spends her time clutching Mia her dead babies blanket, because she Say's it still has her smell. Rhonda's poetry keeps her going along with the knowledge that her baby is no longer suffering.
The struggling mum Say's she is not looking for handouts, but there is none more deserving of a helping hand.

All donations can be made by contacting the WESLEY MISSION ON 1800 021 821.
Or you may donate to your local charities. Thank you for reading this, Have a wonderful Christmas. VEST DAILY GAGGLE.
Comment welcomed

Saturday, 9 December 2006

THE CONTINUING NORTH AMERICAN SAGA.

IT seems that some one must have the last word, my detractors in the far north and in Uncle Sam land just cannot forget the drubbing I have handed out to them, I am still being pilloried and insulted in the most derogatory manner by these blogging Strumpets who possess little wit or wisdom and rely on a barrage of filthy obscenities to get their bullying messages across.
These old Harridans have had the gall to even suggest that I was romancing a particular old Bat who goes by the title Nancy Drool, who used to E mail me daily call me darling with lots of hugs. How any one could fall for any of these aged hags makes me wonder, Nancy is a 60 year old pill popping Pizza yaffling junkie, divorced, unwanted Creep and some times purveyor of Irish mick godliness, who lives with a cat , is always skint but brags about a 60K income, the rest of these old bag ladies have in the most all received a drubbing from me so it shall suffice.
I believe these people are totally envious of my achievements, my world travel was done under duress with the British Navy and any other achievements by sheer hard work. and for someone to recently suggest I was born with a silver spoon is hideously incorrect, I was a ward of Dr Barnardo's Home's as from the age of five years, my father dying when I was three.
During my early years I became suspicious of people flaunting poppycock and non plausible or non scientific subjects, I grew up from the age of ten with an aversion to discipline when I was dragged into a militarized academy preparatory school, since I have had a lifelong suspicion of all traditional authority, my reasons for this were abundantly clear, gleaned from down to earth experience of being taught by ill informed dogmatic theistic dyed in the wool teachers, afraid to speak out for fear of losing their posts.
My reading of popular scientific books convinced me that most of the stories in the bible were untrue, the consequence was a positively fanatic orgy of free thinking, together that, I was being intentionally deceived by the state through lies. This crushing impression made it clear to me that the religious paradise of my youth was thus lost. Most of my life I have attempted to free myself from an existence dominated by wishes, hopes and other primitive feelings, although the relinquishment of love for my spouse and family was never in the order of things. It is a natural law that nothing lasts forever, that systems collapse, that order decays into disorder, the slow but remorseless grinding of time, like the work of wind and water, will eventually reduce every thing to atoms.
That's the way of the world and the universe, and we are all of us trapped by that inescapable imperative. For all of us - some as yet unforeseen scientific discovery - and for all our works, the END IS indeed NIGH. Vest.

Have a Wonderful Christmas.

Tuesday, 5 December 2006

GORGE YOUR GLUTTONOUS SELVES TO DEATH THIS CHRISTMAS, SAY'S 'BABE'

DO YOU REMEMBER THE LITTLE PORKER WHO HAD HIS BACON SAVED BY THE FARMER WHEN HE BECAME A SUCCESSFUL SHEEP PIG, WELL ITS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN WHEN ALL THE LITTLE PORKERS LINE UP TO BE SLAUGHTERED, AND NOT ONLY PIGGIES BUT SHEEP AND CATTLE AS WELL, THEIR SCREAMS WHEN DYING I HOPE WILL HAUNT THOSE WHO CARRY OUT THIS DASTARDLY AND INHUMANE METHOD OF SLAUGHTER.
Please click on to the websites below, there is a wealth of information contained there to keep you interested for hours.
This information is not designed to Stuff up your dinner parties, however, Dads and mums, its similarity to having your sons and daughters throats cut in front of you and seeing them fed to hungry lions, is well worth thinking about.

http://www.animalliberationfront.com/practical/factoryfarm/slaughter/slaughter-indexhtm

http://www.loud.com.au/savebabe-broad.htm

http://www.animalsaustralia.org

Please feel free to to comment and voice your opinion or protest.

This information should not be shown to people who are under age or people who may become distressed.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE: A PIG DIES OF OLD AGE.

BLACKIE THE PORKER IS NOW AT THAT STY IN THE SKY.
Australia's favorite feral fugitive has died in exile after shaking off gun toting
authorities hot on his trotters for the past two years.
Blackie the bush pig made headlines in 2004 when he was deemed a feral pest and Queensland's Mackay City Council ordered him to be shot on sight.
The community rallied behind the beloved pig to have the porker reprieved but to no avail.
His owners refused to give up the 500kg porker they had rescued as a piglet after gung ho looney shooters killed its mother, and Blackie went underground.
He died this week of natural causes, aged 8 years.
Blackie's owner(Who cannot be named for obvious reasons) said Blackie was harboured by friends at an Eton property, southwest of Mackay, for a year before being smuggled to her new home home 60km away at Calen, northwest of Mackay.

To EVERYONE: Have a Wonderful Christmas.
Vest, Daily Gaggle.

Friday, 1 December 2006

WOMEN TALKING AND THINKING ABOUT SEX .

It has long been suspected that women talk longer if not louder than men.
In fact women talk almost three times as much, chuntering a staggering 27,000 words a day, compared to men's 9,000.
They speak more quickly and in north America even quicker still, like Spanish fishwives berating their spouses, coming up for breath every 123 words. Besides this women devote more brainpower to chit chat and cackling like old boiler hens and get a sexual buzz out of hearing their own voices,a female psychiatrist suggests.
Dr Vaginia Crumpet Of Seven Hills University Australia, Say's "This is is caused by the vast differences in the male and female brain.
The sex hormone testosterone responsible for moulding the male brain in the womb, increases the areas for memory and communication but struggles to express their emotions to the same extent.
In contrast women have less brain cells left for communication and the act of speaking triggers a flood of chemicals which gives them a rush similar to that felt by heroin addicts on a high, this can increase if the woman is hooked on a cocktail of prescription drugs.
Dr Crumpet who runs a female 'Mood and Hormone' clinic in Bidwill Sydney states one part of the male brain is a small section which enables men to become 'Deaf' to most of the illogical arguments put forward by women. Dr Crumpet also believes the area responsible for sexual thoughts is twice as big in male brains and their brain power is much greater when being involved with sex, and the speech activity is often influenced by the environment we live in. In Australia she Say's, there is much more subtle communication between men and women, sharing she Say's is the key word, unlike the brutality and divisional strife by our Nth American cousins.

Goodbye Dear Rosemary. (Final)

      It was around 3 pm Wednesday March 8 That Rosemary returned from 'Day Care', she looked fine and healthy and bubbly and gave ...