THE human race will one day split into two separate species, an attractive, intelligent ruling elite and an underclass of dim-witted, ugly goblin-like creatures. It has already begun
100,000 years into the future, sexual selection could mean that two distinct breeds of human will have developed. The human race will have reached its physical peak by the year 3000. After they reach their peak around the year 3000 humans will begin to regress. These humans will be between 6ft and 7ft tall and they will live up to 120 years.
"Physical features will be driven by indicators of health, youth and fertility that men and women have evolved to look for in potential mates," suggesting that advances in cosmetic surgery and other body modifying techniques will effectively homogenise our appearance.
Men will have symmetrical facial features, deeper voices and bigger penises, That will make a few of you want to live longer.
Women will all have glossy hair, smooth hairless skin, large eyes and pert breasts.
Racial differences will be a thing of the past as interbreeding -( this is not the type of inter breeding among relatives in Tasmania known to produce offspring with twin heads)- produces a single coffee-coloured skin tone. Some people I know have achieved this already.
The future for our descendants isn't all long life, perfect bodies and chiselled features.
While humans will reach their peak in 1000 years' time, 10,000 years later our reliance on technology will have begun to dramatically change our appearance.
Medicine will weaken our immune system and we will begin to appear more child-like.
The future of man will be a story of the good, the bad and the ugly.
While science and technology have the potential to create an ideal habitat for humanity over the next millennium, there is the possibility of a monumental genetic hangover over the subsequent millennia due to an over-reliance on technology reducing our natural capacity to resist disease, or our evolved ability to get along with each other. After that, things could get ugly, with the possible emergence of genetic 'haves' and 'have-nots'. And the workforce a major race of ugly mishapen hunch backed Gnomes
This theory may strike a chord with readers who have read H G Wells' classic novel The Time Machine, in particular his descriptions of the Eloi and the Morlock races.
In the 1895 book, the human race has evolved into two distinct species, the highly intelligent and wealthy Eloi and the frightening, animalistic Morlock who are destined to work underground to keep the Eloi happy. I reckon Wally would make a great morlock.
24 Comments:
At Wednesday, 31 October 2007 12:31:00 PM AEDT, Jim said...
Rosemaryyyyyyyyy
u gotta see this
go here http://imnutsincaps.blogspot.com/2007/10/vest.html
At Wednesday, 31 October 2007 1:46:00 PM AEDT, Jim said...
Sounds good
but i hope u r not talking about Aryan supremacy
like HITLER did
At Wednesday, 31 October 2007 6:24:00 PM AEDT, Vest said...
Jim: Hardly Aryan, as most of the elete will be double milk chocolate types with light to dark brown hair.
The morlocks will consist of Afro's, Arabs and all members or followers of the global Faith Industries particularly the dissident Muslim sects. During the first elite inquisition washup, Sons of Nippon plus their cousins between the 38th parallel will be 'Outed'. Then with an eye to the future, native islanders in a broad sweep up and across from Kiwi land to bangladesh. So keep your nose clean Jim, you may be next.
All pure supposition, no one living will ever know. No worries mate. CGAS.
At Wednesday, 31 October 2007 10:57:00 PM AEDT, amy...swansea said...
I guess no one will want to become a morlock. Poor wally, you wanting him to be a morlock, he could be offended. But we could turn Jim into a subservient Morlock and give him a severe beating when he becomes stroppy, ah , I feel better now thinking of that.
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:09:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
Amyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:12:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
hahahahahaha
u r talking 100,000 years into the future,
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:15:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
cosmetic surgery and other body modifying techniques will effectively homogenise our appearance.
its gonna be a very drab World if all women look like Amy
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:18:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
Men will have bigger penises,
That will surely make me want to live forever
and Amy will want that too.
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:19:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
Women will all have glossy hair, smooth hairless skin, large eyes and pert breasts.
and what Pussy type?
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:22:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
interbreeding -
- produces a single coffee-coloured skin tone.
GOOD
i hate sickly milky white of the british
.
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:24:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
our reliance on technology will have begun to dramatically change our appearance.
its already happening
i have skinny legs and belly from sitting on the telly and my PC
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:26:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
Medicine will weaken our immune system and we will begin to appear more child-like.
its already happened
foreignners in india cannot survive without bottled water
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 9:29:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
Heyyyyy VEST
this is a great work
on the lines of FUTURE SHOCK
and the THIRD WAVE
u need to write another book soon
this book i will surely buy
if u post pics of Amy
bare ass
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 10:08:00 AM AEDT, Jim said...
http://worldub.blogspot.com/2007/10/modern-man-and-woman.html
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 1:31:00 PM AEDT, Anonymous said...
I spose you fink yourself as king of the eloi, you old git, see i can be rude too - bum holes too you sport
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 1:40:00 PM AEDT, Vest said...
Thanks for the old git Wally.
At Thursday, 1 November 2007 8:42:00 PM AEDT, el kazzafi said...
مدونة جميلة ما شاء الله
تعلم الربح من مدونتك مع جوجل ادسنس
تعلم الربح من جوجل ادسنس
شرح تفصيلي لكل من يريد ان يربح من مدونته عن طريق شركة جوجل العملاقة
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مدونة الراجل دا بيقول كلام زي الفل
نكت ولقطات فيديو كوميدية وصور مضحكة على مدونة اشطات
نكت , صور ولقطات كوميدية
مدونة نجوم اف ام
اسمع نجوم اف ام مباشرة وتعرف على المذيعين وشاهد صورهم واعرف ايميلات البرامج
Nogoom FM نجوم اف ام
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برجاء زيارتي ووضع اللينك عندكم :
مدونة اجلوكو
مدونة اجلوكو..بها ترفيه كالبث المباشر لنجوم اف ام وروتانا سينما ..وبها ايضا تعلم الربح من مدونتك مع اجلوكو وجوجل ادسنس
agloco,تعلم الربح من جوجل ادسنس, تطوير المدونات, نجوم اف ام
مدونة الراجل دا بيقول كلام زي الفل
نكت ولقطات فيديو كوميدية وصور مضحكة على مدونة اشطات
نكت , صور ولقطات كوميدية
مدونة نجوم اف ام
اسمع نجوم اف ام مباشرة وتعرف على المذيعين وشاهد صورهم واعرف ايميلات البرامج
Nogoom FM نجوم اف ام
مدونة الرمد
كل شئ عن الرمد وعلم العيون..السكر والعيون..الليزك...فيديو عملية الليزك...للطلبة وللاطباء وللمرضى
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مدونة احلى كلام
شعر واجمل القصائد الرومانسية عن الحب
احلى كلام
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At Thursday, 1 November 2007 11:17:00 PM AEDT, Vest said...
Jim: This where I need assistance, not sure what the lingo is to translate, bit confusing , anyhow I'm off to bed had enough for one day.
At Friday, 2 November 2007 10:04:00 AM AEDT, Mel Avila Alarilla said...
Hi Vest,
Sounds like science fiction. I don't know, I don't think that far ahead in the future, and I'm not concerned with that. Interesting post though. Smile. Have a nice and peaceful day.
At Monday, 28 December 2009 2:31:00 AM AEDT, Anonymous said...
Opulently I assent to but I dream the list inform should acquire more info then it has.
At Monday, 28 December 2009 10:30:00 AM AEDT, Vest said...
Anonymous you must be English. You spell THAN as THEN - the way upper crust English persons would pronounce THAN.
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Monday, 28 December 2009
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Too Hot Yesterday, but today I lost my cool.
All due consideration given due to my advancing years, eldest son Chris and nearest and dearest both young in comparison to myself, Mowed the Lawn(Actually its just a mess of Misc grasses and weeds) Also the edges were trimmed and quite a lot of weeding done, and for this I thank you both although it is fact that you both share an equal responsibility concerning the matters mentioned.
The general appearance was good; particularly the front of the house. The rear garden however, displayed a new feature namely something which would at first sighting to most people appear to be a U F O had recently parked there. This phenomena was created by Chris who spread the large boat cover on the grass when washed and left in the sun to cook the grass.
One of my time wasting hobbies is my garden, Others may look but not interfere.
However, Chris in his weeding frenzy pulled from the garden one of my prize winning vegetables thinking it was a weed, His apology fell on deaf ears.
This morning taking a closer look I noticed he had trimmed the tops and uprooted my bed of spring onions just about ready for harvesting, but that's not all, the large box in which the Mint grows had been weeded too, the only thing left was a large imposing weed.
Vest, Daily Gaggle.
The general appearance was good; particularly the front of the house. The rear garden however, displayed a new feature namely something which would at first sighting to most people appear to be a U F O had recently parked there. This phenomena was created by Chris who spread the large boat cover on the grass when washed and left in the sun to cook the grass.
One of my time wasting hobbies is my garden, Others may look but not interfere.
However, Chris in his weeding frenzy pulled from the garden one of my prize winning vegetables thinking it was a weed, His apology fell on deaf ears.
This morning taking a closer look I noticed he had trimmed the tops and uprooted my bed of spring onions just about ready for harvesting, but that's not all, the large box in which the Mint grows had been weeded too, the only thing left was a large imposing weed.
Vest, Daily Gaggle.
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Jewish Christmas.
One of my regular callers Frank Cooke from Barnados U/K has sent this to me, being I am very busy Frank can take care of any mud slinging from the Faith Industry followers.
JEWISH CHRISTMAS
As a teacher, Ms. Jones, was very curious about how each of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young Patrick Murphy.
"Tell me Patrick what do you do at Christmas Time?", she asked.
Patrick addressed the class, "Well Ms. Jones, my twelve brothers and sisters and I go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns, then we come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings. Then all excited we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys". "Very nice Patrick", she said.
"Now, Jimmy what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, Ms. Jones, my sister and I also go to Church with Mum And Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents."
Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked, "Now, Isaac, what do you do at Christmas?"
Isaac said, "Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls and drive to our toy factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to sing 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus'. Then we all go to the Bahamas."
Frank Cooke
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JEWISH CHRISTMAS
As a teacher, Ms. Jones, was very curious about how each of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young Patrick Murphy.
"Tell me Patrick what do you do at Christmas Time?", she asked.
Patrick addressed the class, "Well Ms. Jones, my twelve brothers and sisters and I go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns, then we come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings. Then all excited we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys". "Very nice Patrick", she said.
"Now, Jimmy what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, Ms. Jones, my sister and I also go to Church with Mum And Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents."
Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked, "Now, Isaac, what do you do at Christmas?"
Isaac said, "Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls and drive to our toy factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to sing 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus'. Then we all go to the Bahamas."
Frank Cooke
Web Site Admin / Moderator parkstone-sts
Barkingside, Henry Mountain. 1958 to 1964 Goldings WBTS 1964 to 1966
Member National Council Barnardo's old boys and Girls 2003 / 2008
Help to keep the site running
T: 01462 672717 M: 07976 208804
E: frank.cooke@parkstone-sts.org.uk
W: www.parkstone-sts.org.uk
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Car and domestic problems and an unknown sibling appears from thin air
I changed the coolant in 'Henry' our Ford Falcon on Thursday-- a hassle to say the least. It leaked yesterday meaning a bottom hose change. Our large boat being prepared for sale (can't cope with it anymore) was in our garage, (Aud$25,000 and its yours),,,, and the falcon was in the drive halfway from being fixed when it tiddled down with rain. It was eventually fixed adding small bruising and a broken fingernail to add to my getting soaked to the skin, Rosemary Say's "Well you won't have to cut the grass today dear but it will be a blessing in the rural community and help douse the bush fires, she then put 'Start you bastard' our mower back in the shed to prevent more anguish... oh no not as such; Chris our son appears with tidings of great joy indicating the freezer had died aged 23 and the defrosting was well advanced. After a rapid cleanup and a visit to the big H/N store our new Fisher & Paykel freezer made in New Zealand (Not ying tong land)... was up and going in about two hours.
Shortly after lunch I went into the land of nod for a brace of hours waking around 1600 or eight bells and the start of the first dog watch. After Dinner Rosy popped over to the club for the meat raffle and returned empty handed. I decided not to go out and we stayed in to watch cricket and an ancient movie.
Then at around 11pm The bombshell struck.
I had become an Uncle to a Fifty year old lady both a mother and grandmother whose father was a missing sibling.... my younger Brother born 19/1/31 passed on approx ten years ago. My family is excited over this new discovery, but any information relating to this family extension will only be available to bona fide relatives until such time a need to know only will be extended to others.
I shall be more busy from now until after Christmas posting time a premium. Must take a rest. A big post after the festivities, have an enjoyable Christmas. VEST. Back soon.
Shortly after lunch I went into the land of nod for a brace of hours waking around 1600 or eight bells and the start of the first dog watch. After Dinner Rosy popped over to the club for the meat raffle and returned empty handed. I decided not to go out and we stayed in to watch cricket and an ancient movie.
Then at around 11pm The bombshell struck.
I had become an Uncle to a Fifty year old lady both a mother and grandmother whose father was a missing sibling.... my younger Brother born 19/1/31 passed on approx ten years ago. My family is excited over this new discovery, but any information relating to this family extension will only be available to bona fide relatives until such time a need to know only will be extended to others.
I shall be more busy from now until after Christmas posting time a premium. Must take a rest. A big post after the festivities, have an enjoyable Christmas. VEST. Back soon.
Friday, 18 December 2009
Will Australia learn from this? I think not.
Denmark, a must read!
This article could be seen as racist by some but on the otherhand it could also be seen as a reflection of our own reality that somehow our politicians refuse to see. The interpretation is up to the reader, however it is food for thought....j
SALUTE to Denmark .. This could very well happen here on our Continent....
Susan MacAllen is a contributing editor for (FamilySecurity Matters.org) Salute the Danish Flag - it's a Symbol of Western Freedom By Susan MacAllen
In 1978-9 I was living and studying in Denmark . But in 1978 - even in Copenhagen, one didn't see Muslim immigrants.
The Danish population embraced visitors, celebrated the exotic, went out of its way to protect each of its citizens. It was proud of its new brand of socialist liberalism one in development since the conservatives had lost power in 1929 - a system where no worker had to struggle to survive, where one ultimately could count upon the state as in, perhaps, no other western nation at the time.
The rest of Europe saw the Scandinavians as free-thinking, progressive and infinitely generous in their welfare policies. Denmark boasted low crime rates, devotion to the environment, a superior educational system and a history of humanitarianism.
Denmark was also most generous in its immigration policies - it
offered the best welcome in Europe to the new immigrant: generous welfare payments from first arrival plus additional perks in transportation, housing and education. It was determined to set a world example for inclusiveness and multiculturalism. How could it have predicted that one day in 2005 a series of political cartoons in a newspaper would spark violence that would leave dozens dead in the streets -all because its commitment to multiculturalism would come back to bite?
By the 1990's the growing urban Muslim population was obvious - and its unwillingness to integrate into Danish society was obvious.
Years of immigrants had settled into Muslim-exclusive enclaves. As the Muslim leadership became more vocal about what they considered the decadence of Denmark 's liberal way of life, the Danes - once so welcoming - began to feel slighted. Many Danes had begun to see Islam as incompatible with their
long-standing values: belief in personal liberty and free speech, in
equality for women, in tolerance for other ethnic groups, and a deep pride in Danish heritage and history.
An article by Daniel Pipes and Lars Hedegaard, in which they forecasted, accurately, that the growing immigrant
problem in Denmark would explode. In the article they reported:
'Muslim immigrants constitute 5 percent of the population but consume upwards of 40 percent of the welfare spending.'
'Muslims are only 4 percent of Denmark's 5..4 million people but make up a majority of the country's convicted rapists, an especially
combustible issue given that practically all the female victims are
non-Muslim. Similar, if lesser, disproportions are found in other crimes.'
'Over time, as Muslim immigrants increase in numbers, they wish less to mix with the indigenous population.
A recent survey finds that only 5 percent of young Muslim immigrants would readily marry a Dane.'
'Forced marriages - promising a newborn daughter in Denmark to a male cousin in the home country, then compelling her to marry him, sometimes on pain of death - are one problem'
'Muslim leaders openly declare their goal of introducing Islamic law
once Denmark's Muslim population grows large enough - a
not-that-remote prospect.. If present trends persist, one sociologist
estimates, every third inhabitant of Denmark in 40 years will be Muslim.'
It is easy to understand why a growing number of Danes would feel that Muslim immigrants show little respect for Danish values and laws.
An example is the phenomenon common to other European countries and Canada: some Muslims in Denmark who opted to leave the Muslim faith have been murdered in the name of Islam, while others hide in fear for their lives. Jews are also threatened and harassed openly by Muslim leaders in Denmark, a country where once Christian citizens worked to smuggle out nearly all of their 7,000 Jews by night to Sweden - before the Nazis could invade. I think of my Danish friend Elsa - who. as a teenager. had dreaded crossing the street to the bakery every morning under the eyes of occupying Nazi soldiers - and I wonder what she would say today.
In 2001, Denmark elected the most conservative government in some 70 years - one that had some decidedly non-generous ideas about liberal unfettered immigration. Today Denmark has the strictest immigration policies in Europe . ( Its effort to protect itself has been met with accusations of 'racism' by liberal media across Europe - even as other governments struggle to right the social problems wrought by years of too-lax immigration.)
If you wish to become Danish, you must attend three years of language classes. You must pass a test on Denmark 's history, culture, and a Danish language test .
You must live in Denmark for 7 years before applying for citizenship.
You must demonstrate an intent to work, and have a job waiting. If you wish to bring a spouse into Denmark , you must both be over 24 years of age, and you won't find it so easy anymore to move your friends and family to Denmark with you.
You will not be allowed to build a mosque in Copenhagen . Although your children have a choice of some 30 Arabic culture and language schools in Denmark , they will be strongly encouraged to assimilate to Danish society in ways that past immigrants weren't.
In 2006, the Danish minister for employment, Claus Hjort Frederiksen, spoke publicly of the burden of Muslim immigrants on the Danish welfare system, and it was horrifying: the government's welfare committee had calculated that if immigration from Third World countries were blocked, 75 percent of the cuts needed to sustain the huge welfare system in coming decades would be unnecessary. In other words, the welfare system, as it
existed, was being exploited by immigrants to the point of eventually bankrupting the government. 'We are simply forced to adopt a new policy on immigration'.
'The calculations of the welfare committee are terrifying and show how unsuccessful the integration of immigrants has been up to now,' he said.
A large thorn in the side of Denmark 's imams is the Minister of
Immigration and Integration, Rikke Hvilshoj... She makes no bones about the new policy toward immigration, 'The number of foreigners coming to the country makes a difference,' Hvilshoj says, 'There is an inverse correlation between how many come here and how well we can receive the foreigners that come.' And on Muslim immigrants needing to demonstrate a willingness to blend in, 'In my view, Denmark should be a country with room for different cultures and religions. Some values, however, are more important than others. We refuse to question democracy, equal rights, and freedom of speech.'
Hvilshoj has paid a price for her show of backbone.. Perhaps to test her resolve, the leading radical imam in Denmark, Ahmed Abdel Rahman Abu Laban, demanded that the government pay blood money to the family of a Muslim who was murdered in a suburb of Copenhagen, stating that the family's thirst for revenge could be thwarted for money. When Hvilshoj dismissed his demand, he argued that in Muslim culture the payment of retribution money was common, to which Hvilshoj replied that what is done in a Muslim country is not necessarily what is done in Denmark.
The Muslim reply came soon after: her house was torched while she, her husband and children slept. All managed to escape unharmed, but she and her family were moved to a secret location and she and other ministers were assigned bodyguards for the first time - in a country where such murderous violence was once so scarce.
Her government has slid to the right, and her borders have tightened.
Many believe that what happens in the next decade will determine
whether Denmark survives as a bastion of good living, humane thinking and social responsibility, or whether it becomes a nation at civil war with supporters of Sharia law.
And meanwhile, Canadians clamor for stricter immigration policies, and demand an end to state welfare programs that allow many immigrants to live on the public dole. As we in Canada look at the enclaves of Muslims amongst us, and see those who enter our shores too easily, dare live on our taxes, yet refuse to embrace our culture, respect our traditions, participate in our legal system, obey our laws, speak our lan guage, appreciate our history
.. we would do well to look to Denmark , and say a prayer for her future and
for our own..
If you agree with this article, then please pass it on...
Vest Say's: Denmark with its huge Pig population and its export of pork products, its famous double underlined bacon seen on the breakfast tables of Britain on a Sunday morning will be totally wiped out if the stoneage minded *muslims control the country,*I always write muslim in deserving lower case.
Turning the other cheek to a muslim is not the way to deal with these matters, survival might mean hard and fast Govt, maybe some of Mr Shicklgrubers 1939 methods may work before total loss of control. Or better still and more humanitarian, Denmark should deport the lot from whence they came, and in the mean time people wanting to become citizens should complete their seven year citizen course in Denmark's overseas territory Sunny Greenland---all falures sent to tropical Spitzbergen. But what may solve the problem more so would be to desex all dissident male moslems, the other choice being deported persona non grata.
This article could be seen as racist by some but on the otherhand it could also be seen as a reflection of our own reality that somehow our politicians refuse to see. The interpretation is up to the reader, however it is food for thought....j
SALUTE to Denmark .. This could very well happen here on our Continent....
Susan MacAllen is a contributing editor for (FamilySecurity Matters.org) Salute the Danish Flag - it's a Symbol of Western Freedom By Susan MacAllen
In 1978-9 I was living and studying in Denmark . But in 1978 - even in Copenhagen, one didn't see Muslim immigrants.
The Danish population embraced visitors, celebrated the exotic, went out of its way to protect each of its citizens. It was proud of its new brand of socialist liberalism one in development since the conservatives had lost power in 1929 - a system where no worker had to struggle to survive, where one ultimately could count upon the state as in, perhaps, no other western nation at the time.
The rest of Europe saw the Scandinavians as free-thinking, progressive and infinitely generous in their welfare policies. Denmark boasted low crime rates, devotion to the environment, a superior educational system and a history of humanitarianism.
Denmark was also most generous in its immigration policies - it
offered the best welcome in Europe to the new immigrant: generous welfare payments from first arrival plus additional perks in transportation, housing and education. It was determined to set a world example for inclusiveness and multiculturalism. How could it have predicted that one day in 2005 a series of political cartoons in a newspaper would spark violence that would leave dozens dead in the streets -all because its commitment to multiculturalism would come back to bite?
By the 1990's the growing urban Muslim population was obvious - and its unwillingness to integrate into Danish society was obvious.
Years of immigrants had settled into Muslim-exclusive enclaves. As the Muslim leadership became more vocal about what they considered the decadence of Denmark 's liberal way of life, the Danes - once so welcoming - began to feel slighted. Many Danes had begun to see Islam as incompatible with their
long-standing values: belief in personal liberty and free speech, in
equality for women, in tolerance for other ethnic groups, and a deep pride in Danish heritage and history.
An article by Daniel Pipes and Lars Hedegaard, in which they forecasted, accurately, that the growing immigrant
problem in Denmark would explode. In the article they reported:
'Muslim immigrants constitute 5 percent of the population but consume upwards of 40 percent of the welfare spending.'
'Muslims are only 4 percent of Denmark's 5..4 million people but make up a majority of the country's convicted rapists, an especially
combustible issue given that practically all the female victims are
non-Muslim. Similar, if lesser, disproportions are found in other crimes.'
'Over time, as Muslim immigrants increase in numbers, they wish less to mix with the indigenous population.
A recent survey finds that only 5 percent of young Muslim immigrants would readily marry a Dane.'
'Forced marriages - promising a newborn daughter in Denmark to a male cousin in the home country, then compelling her to marry him, sometimes on pain of death - are one problem'
'Muslim leaders openly declare their goal of introducing Islamic law
once Denmark's Muslim population grows large enough - a
not-that-remote prospect.. If present trends persist, one sociologist
estimates, every third inhabitant of Denmark in 40 years will be Muslim.'
It is easy to understand why a growing number of Danes would feel that Muslim immigrants show little respect for Danish values and laws.
An example is the phenomenon common to other European countries and Canada: some Muslims in Denmark who opted to leave the Muslim faith have been murdered in the name of Islam, while others hide in fear for their lives. Jews are also threatened and harassed openly by Muslim leaders in Denmark, a country where once Christian citizens worked to smuggle out nearly all of their 7,000 Jews by night to Sweden - before the Nazis could invade. I think of my Danish friend Elsa - who. as a teenager. had dreaded crossing the street to the bakery every morning under the eyes of occupying Nazi soldiers - and I wonder what she would say today.
In 2001, Denmark elected the most conservative government in some 70 years - one that had some decidedly non-generous ideas about liberal unfettered immigration. Today Denmark has the strictest immigration policies in Europe . ( Its effort to protect itself has been met with accusations of 'racism' by liberal media across Europe - even as other governments struggle to right the social problems wrought by years of too-lax immigration.)
If you wish to become Danish, you must attend three years of language classes. You must pass a test on Denmark 's history, culture, and a Danish language test .
You must live in Denmark for 7 years before applying for citizenship.
You must demonstrate an intent to work, and have a job waiting. If you wish to bring a spouse into Denmark , you must both be over 24 years of age, and you won't find it so easy anymore to move your friends and family to Denmark with you.
You will not be allowed to build a mosque in Copenhagen . Although your children have a choice of some 30 Arabic culture and language schools in Denmark , they will be strongly encouraged to assimilate to Danish society in ways that past immigrants weren't.
In 2006, the Danish minister for employment, Claus Hjort Frederiksen, spoke publicly of the burden of Muslim immigrants on the Danish welfare system, and it was horrifying: the government's welfare committee had calculated that if immigration from Third World countries were blocked, 75 percent of the cuts needed to sustain the huge welfare system in coming decades would be unnecessary. In other words, the welfare system, as it
existed, was being exploited by immigrants to the point of eventually bankrupting the government. 'We are simply forced to adopt a new policy on immigration'.
'The calculations of the welfare committee are terrifying and show how unsuccessful the integration of immigrants has been up to now,' he said.
A large thorn in the side of Denmark 's imams is the Minister of
Immigration and Integration, Rikke Hvilshoj... She makes no bones about the new policy toward immigration, 'The number of foreigners coming to the country makes a difference,' Hvilshoj says, 'There is an inverse correlation between how many come here and how well we can receive the foreigners that come.' And on Muslim immigrants needing to demonstrate a willingness to blend in, 'In my view, Denmark should be a country with room for different cultures and religions. Some values, however, are more important than others. We refuse to question democracy, equal rights, and freedom of speech.'
Hvilshoj has paid a price for her show of backbone.. Perhaps to test her resolve, the leading radical imam in Denmark, Ahmed Abdel Rahman Abu Laban, demanded that the government pay blood money to the family of a Muslim who was murdered in a suburb of Copenhagen, stating that the family's thirst for revenge could be thwarted for money. When Hvilshoj dismissed his demand, he argued that in Muslim culture the payment of retribution money was common, to which Hvilshoj replied that what is done in a Muslim country is not necessarily what is done in Denmark.
The Muslim reply came soon after: her house was torched while she, her husband and children slept. All managed to escape unharmed, but she and her family were moved to a secret location and she and other ministers were assigned bodyguards for the first time - in a country where such murderous violence was once so scarce.
Her government has slid to the right, and her borders have tightened.
Many believe that what happens in the next decade will determine
whether Denmark survives as a bastion of good living, humane thinking and social responsibility, or whether it becomes a nation at civil war with supporters of Sharia law.
And meanwhile, Canadians clamor for stricter immigration policies, and demand an end to state welfare programs that allow many immigrants to live on the public dole. As we in Canada look at the enclaves of Muslims amongst us, and see those who enter our shores too easily, dare live on our taxes, yet refuse to embrace our culture, respect our traditions, participate in our legal system, obey our laws, speak our lan guage, appreciate our history
.. we would do well to look to Denmark , and say a prayer for her future and
for our own..
If you agree with this article, then please pass it on...
Vest Say's: Denmark with its huge Pig population and its export of pork products, its famous double underlined bacon seen on the breakfast tables of Britain on a Sunday morning will be totally wiped out if the stoneage minded *muslims control the country,*I always write muslim in deserving lower case.
Turning the other cheek to a muslim is not the way to deal with these matters, survival might mean hard and fast Govt, maybe some of Mr Shicklgrubers 1939 methods may work before total loss of control. Or better still and more humanitarian, Denmark should deport the lot from whence they came, and in the mean time people wanting to become citizens should complete their seven year citizen course in Denmark's overseas territory Sunny Greenland---all falures sent to tropical Spitzbergen. But what may solve the problem more so would be to desex all dissident male moslems, the other choice being deported persona non grata.
Friday, 11 December 2009
Cricket.... Cancer.... Hopefully a cure....Plus fun.
Probably has something to do with global warming. My chatty barber(I still have hair) a local sports analyst, asks,
"I suppose you will be watching the England V South Africa Cricket test matches on the telly shortly, where are they playing"?
There are many people like him in oz, some must wonder why the majority of festive greeting cards have a snow feature.
Very few Australians, particularly slow moving Queenslanders would grasp the fact that the playing conditions for cricket in Britain(Three months of Northern summer) are no better than the off season for cricket in Australia approx Five months, the Aus cricket season being more than twice that of Britain.
Rik pong ting continues to sport an unshaven dial partially hiding the frowns and smirks depending on the fortunes of the game and cock ups of his prone to cheating team mates. In one two hour session of play recently he was seen to have spat on hands fourteen times besides picking his nose and scratching his goolies and his shaky batting performance recently - against what he described as a poorly performing sub standard West Indies team is simply laughable.
But on a more serious note, I received info via a telephone call from the wife of an old shipmate informing me that she and her husband had received news that another old shipmate had contracted the dreaded cancer, the person concerned is more than a great friend, we served together when we were teenagers on a battleship during the Pacific Campaign in WW2. I shall wait awhile before I phone to get confirmation.
An Australian Miracle. All cancers are cruel, but breast cancer is more so because of the damage suffered by the survivors.
Reconstructive surgery for breast cancer survivors can be almost as traumatic as defeating the disease itself. The great news is, that, Australian researchers have long led the field in cancer beating science, and now seem to have taken the lead in dealing with the rebuilding phase. Beyond that, it may have many medical applications. This is a real Aussie miracle, not a biblical Lazarus trick.
Went out last night, got to bed around 1-30 am. good music. Survived three sessions on the dance floor, looking around I must have qualified as the oldest swinger in town, Rosemary repeatedly tells me(Reagan ism creeping in) it was the best night entertainment we have had for ages, it's a wonder she knew what was going on - is she becoming a lush?
Today's weather is pleasantly mild, sun and cloud alternating with a cool breeze and expected to stay that way until Monday. Then back to that global warming thingy. and now it is my turn to organize dinner this evening. something simple of course, so I'll be off until time permits the next post. Ta for now. Back later Vest.
"I suppose you will be watching the England V South Africa Cricket test matches on the telly shortly, where are they playing"?
There are many people like him in oz, some must wonder why the majority of festive greeting cards have a snow feature.
Very few Australians, particularly slow moving Queenslanders would grasp the fact that the playing conditions for cricket in Britain(Three months of Northern summer) are no better than the off season for cricket in Australia approx Five months, the Aus cricket season being more than twice that of Britain.
Rik pong ting continues to sport an unshaven dial partially hiding the frowns and smirks depending on the fortunes of the game and cock ups of his prone to cheating team mates. In one two hour session of play recently he was seen to have spat on hands fourteen times besides picking his nose and scratching his goolies and his shaky batting performance recently - against what he described as a poorly performing sub standard West Indies team is simply laughable.
But on a more serious note, I received info via a telephone call from the wife of an old shipmate informing me that she and her husband had received news that another old shipmate had contracted the dreaded cancer, the person concerned is more than a great friend, we served together when we were teenagers on a battleship during the Pacific Campaign in WW2. I shall wait awhile before I phone to get confirmation.
An Australian Miracle. All cancers are cruel, but breast cancer is more so because of the damage suffered by the survivors.
Reconstructive surgery for breast cancer survivors can be almost as traumatic as defeating the disease itself. The great news is, that, Australian researchers have long led the field in cancer beating science, and now seem to have taken the lead in dealing with the rebuilding phase. Beyond that, it may have many medical applications. This is a real Aussie miracle, not a biblical Lazarus trick.
Went out last night, got to bed around 1-30 am. good music. Survived three sessions on the dance floor, looking around I must have qualified as the oldest swinger in town, Rosemary repeatedly tells me(Reagan ism creeping in) it was the best night entertainment we have had for ages, it's a wonder she knew what was going on - is she becoming a lush?
Today's weather is pleasantly mild, sun and cloud alternating with a cool breeze and expected to stay that way until Monday. Then back to that global warming thingy. and now it is my turn to organize dinner this evening. something simple of course, so I'll be off until time permits the next post. Ta for now. Back later Vest.
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Quietly going about their business but such a pity some smoke too.
Doing it quietly is not always the case arriving at that pinnacle of bliss, but there are somethings you just cant change and one of them is that human beings like making babies, so it is nice to know the majority of us are quietly going about the business of keeping the human race going, and it seems those who are leading the charge are women in western Sydney the city's true heartland.
Now this is good for the economy and-more importantly-good for brothers and sisters. It's not scandalous or outrageous but behind closed doors across Sydney little miracles are being made every day.
Unfortunately some women are making headlines for the wrong reasons, I suppose you might say this a spin off from a former post of mine "Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference"(Archives March 23-05). Most intelligent people who smoke are probably aware that smoking for the first thirty years of your adult life will reduce your life expectancy by up to ten years and also reduce hanky panky within the boudoir considerably too. those who have stopped puffing will tell you I must have been nuts not to have packed it in long ago. However, it is sad when the habits of mothers who smoke will in turn give their unborn child a legacy of lung and breathing problems to deal with for the rest of their lives. I am reliably informed that around twenty per cent of pregnant women continue to smoke during pregnancy against strong advice from health authorities. I say it should be mandatory by law for women to stop smoking during pregnancy and measures taken to forcibly isolate them from tobacco products in order to guarantee the optimum health of the new baby.
Twenty three years ago just prior to Christmas I was suffering from a severe bout of colley wobbles-an undefined medical problem which was giving me a few bad moments with ongoing pain. In the washup the Doc informed me I would be dead within three months if I did not cease smoking. From that moment on for me fags were a thing of the past, I had too much to live for, my health improved and gave me more powers within the boudoir.
However, I still believe that the Doctor was a lying sod, but I had litte time to Question his wisdom.
Now this is good for the economy and-more importantly-good for brothers and sisters. It's not scandalous or outrageous but behind closed doors across Sydney little miracles are being made every day.
Unfortunately some women are making headlines for the wrong reasons, I suppose you might say this a spin off from a former post of mine "Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference"(Archives March 23-05). Most intelligent people who smoke are probably aware that smoking for the first thirty years of your adult life will reduce your life expectancy by up to ten years and also reduce hanky panky within the boudoir considerably too. those who have stopped puffing will tell you I must have been nuts not to have packed it in long ago. However, it is sad when the habits of mothers who smoke will in turn give their unborn child a legacy of lung and breathing problems to deal with for the rest of their lives. I am reliably informed that around twenty per cent of pregnant women continue to smoke during pregnancy against strong advice from health authorities. I say it should be mandatory by law for women to stop smoking during pregnancy and measures taken to forcibly isolate them from tobacco products in order to guarantee the optimum health of the new baby.
Twenty three years ago just prior to Christmas I was suffering from a severe bout of colley wobbles-an undefined medical problem which was giving me a few bad moments with ongoing pain. In the washup the Doc informed me I would be dead within three months if I did not cease smoking. From that moment on for me fags were a thing of the past, I had too much to live for, my health improved and gave me more powers within the boudoir.
However, I still believe that the Doctor was a lying sod, but I had litte time to Question his wisdom.
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
I'll never understand this global warming thingy.
Down in the South Pacific Lies the land of Oz. Nowt to do with the Judy Garland's 1939 wizard of Oz movie, however, we do have heaps of yellow dust roads just as bumpy as brick ones. As for wizards in oz, we have an over supply drawn mostly from the ranks of failed lawyers, who now pose as leaders of the community. Besides being a country made up seven states, Oz is also a Continent which colloquially speaking occasionally becomes 'Incontinent' due to the diverse weather patterns. Oz is an upside down Country, where Christmas comes during the height of summer when locals get it off instead of rugging up. Our hot winds come from the North; so a southerly wind during the festive season can be a blessing.
Officially, today is the first day of summer in Oz, I live on the beautiful Central Coast 120klm North of Sydney in New South Wales on the Pacific Ocean. Last night we required an extra blanket at 2..AM and the temp was 11 Cel at 8..AM. It is now 1030..AM and we have an outside temp of 16 Cel, It is completely overcast and we are having intermittent rain continuing from midday yesterday. tomorrow could be a different kettle of fish probably not unlike eight days ago when we sweltered in temperatures ranging up to 46 Cel when I wore shorts and a singlet but right now a fleece top and track pants.
Checking the car tyres before going shopping yesterday revealed a large nail and a flat rear tyre, all fixed now but a nuisance having got cleaned up to go out and it was piddling down.
I may be going visiting this weekend it is unlikely more will be posted until next week, then again I may change my mind ( am I allowed to do that)I'll ask her indoors.
Everyone have a pleasant week. Back soon Vest.
Officially, today is the first day of summer in Oz, I live on the beautiful Central Coast 120klm North of Sydney in New South Wales on the Pacific Ocean. Last night we required an extra blanket at 2..AM and the temp was 11 Cel at 8..AM. It is now 1030..AM and we have an outside temp of 16 Cel, It is completely overcast and we are having intermittent rain continuing from midday yesterday. tomorrow could be a different kettle of fish probably not unlike eight days ago when we sweltered in temperatures ranging up to 46 Cel when I wore shorts and a singlet but right now a fleece top and track pants.
Checking the car tyres before going shopping yesterday revealed a large nail and a flat rear tyre, all fixed now but a nuisance having got cleaned up to go out and it was piddling down.
I may be going visiting this weekend it is unlikely more will be posted until next week, then again I may change my mind ( am I allowed to do that)I'll ask her indoors.
Everyone have a pleasant week. Back soon Vest.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Some Grand parents have not lost sight of what children need.
It is not only the Authorities who have to provide answers but parents themselves who blatantly ignore the real needs of children. Grand parents should not be the solution when bringing up children, Grannies have done their job and need to relax take it easy before they pop off to eternity.
So why are many modern parents ignoring their responsibilities and neglecting their children like never before.
It is simply because of the Us and Me syndrome society where many children are not considered a prime factor within the family and are ignored. A bit of keeping up with the Jones's goes back ages but its now like keeping up with the Forsythe-Silvertail-Smythes.
A comfortable house - home indeed yes but a huge mansion to accommodate more than is required in preference to the finance being spent on parental guidance and education and affection, no.
Thirty something couples have been dragged into the status cult where bigger and better looking houses have become the new magnet for visual self respect, what happens within these homes of absent couples working their butts off in order to maintain their facade of opulence; is in total contrast to the view from the street. Infighting, bickering and wondering how they can afford to send John and Jane to that private school where Dr Dick Cashedup next door sends his brats.
But that recent interest hike has hit them hard, so poor old Grandma's called out of retirement to get the children ready for school and provide boxed lunches now that school lunches are financially outed.
It is time Children were put first. We all have to work during our lifetime, however, we must live within our means.
So why are many modern parents ignoring their responsibilities and neglecting their children like never before.
It is simply because of the Us and Me syndrome society where many children are not considered a prime factor within the family and are ignored. A bit of keeping up with the Jones's goes back ages but its now like keeping up with the Forsythe-Silvertail-Smythes.
A comfortable house - home indeed yes but a huge mansion to accommodate more than is required in preference to the finance being spent on parental guidance and education and affection, no.
Thirty something couples have been dragged into the status cult where bigger and better looking houses have become the new magnet for visual self respect, what happens within these homes of absent couples working their butts off in order to maintain their facade of opulence; is in total contrast to the view from the street. Infighting, bickering and wondering how they can afford to send John and Jane to that private school where Dr Dick Cashedup next door sends his brats.
But that recent interest hike has hit them hard, so poor old Grandma's called out of retirement to get the children ready for school and provide boxed lunches now that school lunches are financially outed.
It is time Children were put first. We all have to work during our lifetime, however, we must live within our means.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
An excerpt from 'Waving goodbye to a thousand flies". Re Bruce.
Everyone suddenly is interested in Bruce and his legendry activities. Re comments on previous post.
Here goes:
Bruce.
Another good-looking, thirty-something lady who had employed us
for many years was always eager to give me a compliment. During one
visit, she asked me to go to the bathroom with her. She looked rather
flushed at the time. I thought it might be a plumbing problem. She shut
the door and started to undo my zipper. She said, “I know you like me.
It’ll only take a few minutes.” I was quite unprepared for this, knowing
my son was outside.
“Not right now, for Pete’s sake!” I said, zipping up my strides. She
kissed me and told me she was disappointed. Shortly afterwards, when
the amorous wench was still feeling a bit put out by my rejection, she
asked if I would get someone to do her windows on Saturday morning. I told her that on Saturday morning, her wish would come true. On Saturday morning, I
sent around a much younger bloke to do the job. Bruce, whose
knowledge of women was legendry, told me later he was pleased to get
the extra work and that if any more work of this nature came about in the
future, he would be quite happy to take it on, even if it meant working
nights or on Sundays. The young lady later told me that she thought of
me while she was having her windows cleaned on Saturday, and would I
arrange for the job to be done more often. I told her that the reason I
hadn’t joined her in her desire for fulfilment was because I was suffering
from a contracted dose of monogamy. I also told the dear lady that she
was a very desirable woman and it would have undoubtedly ended on a
satisfactory note. She hoped that what I was suffering from wasn’t
terminal and wished me a speedy recovery.
There was also another lady from Winston hills who was a genius in
the art of perpetual conversation. Only stopping when totally exhausted,
she would then lower her head, take a deep breath, and start again. After
a few visits, we gave this job away to my friend, Bruce, who later told me
in secrecy how he got her to stop talking for a little while.
One morning, we arrived at a female lawyers residence. The
lady had visitors, namely the police, council inspectors, and an irate
neighbour. Apparently, the neighbours illegally erected back fence had
been destroyed when the female legal eagle had wielded a chain saw in a
fit of rage. A few days later this thirty something lady told me in strict
confidence that she was looking for someone about her age who was
strong and fit and able to be on call at short notice to clean the pool, do a
bit of gardening and do the other things previously undertaken by her ex
husband. This lady was quite attractive I thought, but the chainsaw thing
was worrying, and Mary my dear wife would wonder what the ex
husbands other duties were. After a while she said, “If you cant do it
there is a fifty dollar bonus in it; if you find the right guy.
Bruce one of our standby workers answered the needs of the chainsaw lady. MS
Chainsaw paid the fifty bucks when I called next to her place to check that the cleaners had done the job ok. The chainsaw lady told me not to go in the end room as Bruce was still asleep and recovering.
Bruce later thanked me with a twenty-dollar bill for getting him the job.
I must also mention the dance teacher, who was wearing shorts when
she decided to show me her sons school photos. I was sitting on a chair
drinking the coffee she had made for me when she joined me on the
chair. Moments later, she was wriggling a fair bit and said, “You got my
message pretty quick, lover boy. "Absolutely" I replied, "You are sitting on my mobile phone".
Those cell phones in the eighties were huge. like bricks or should I spell Bricks with a 'P'.
There are other Bruce stories but this will be all for now. VEST DAILY GAGGLE.
Here goes:
Bruce.
Another good-looking, thirty-something lady who had employed us
for many years was always eager to give me a compliment. During one
visit, she asked me to go to the bathroom with her. She looked rather
flushed at the time. I thought it might be a plumbing problem. She shut
the door and started to undo my zipper. She said, “I know you like me.
It’ll only take a few minutes.” I was quite unprepared for this, knowing
my son was outside.
“Not right now, for Pete’s sake!” I said, zipping up my strides. She
kissed me and told me she was disappointed. Shortly afterwards, when
the amorous wench was still feeling a bit put out by my rejection, she
asked if I would get someone to do her windows on Saturday morning. I told her that on Saturday morning, her wish would come true. On Saturday morning, I
sent around a much younger bloke to do the job. Bruce, whose
knowledge of women was legendry, told me later he was pleased to get
the extra work and that if any more work of this nature came about in the
future, he would be quite happy to take it on, even if it meant working
nights or on Sundays. The young lady later told me that she thought of
me while she was having her windows cleaned on Saturday, and would I
arrange for the job to be done more often. I told her that the reason I
hadn’t joined her in her desire for fulfilment was because I was suffering
from a contracted dose of monogamy. I also told the dear lady that she
was a very desirable woman and it would have undoubtedly ended on a
satisfactory note. She hoped that what I was suffering from wasn’t
terminal and wished me a speedy recovery.
There was also another lady from Winston hills who was a genius in
the art of perpetual conversation. Only stopping when totally exhausted,
she would then lower her head, take a deep breath, and start again. After
a few visits, we gave this job away to my friend, Bruce, who later told me
in secrecy how he got her to stop talking for a little while.
One morning, we arrived at a female lawyers residence. The
lady had visitors, namely the police, council inspectors, and an irate
neighbour. Apparently, the neighbours illegally erected back fence had
been destroyed when the female legal eagle had wielded a chain saw in a
fit of rage. A few days later this thirty something lady told me in strict
confidence that she was looking for someone about her age who was
strong and fit and able to be on call at short notice to clean the pool, do a
bit of gardening and do the other things previously undertaken by her ex
husband. This lady was quite attractive I thought, but the chainsaw thing
was worrying, and Mary my dear wife would wonder what the ex
husbands other duties were. After a while she said, “If you cant do it
there is a fifty dollar bonus in it; if you find the right guy.
Bruce one of our standby workers answered the needs of the chainsaw lady. MS
Chainsaw paid the fifty bucks when I called next to her place to check that the cleaners had done the job ok. The chainsaw lady told me not to go in the end room as Bruce was still asleep and recovering.
Bruce later thanked me with a twenty-dollar bill for getting him the job.
I must also mention the dance teacher, who was wearing shorts when
she decided to show me her sons school photos. I was sitting on a chair
drinking the coffee she had made for me when she joined me on the
chair. Moments later, she was wriggling a fair bit and said, “You got my
message pretty quick, lover boy. "Absolutely" I replied, "You are sitting on my mobile phone".
Those cell phones in the eighties were huge. like bricks or should I spell Bricks with a 'P'.
There are other Bruce stories but this will be all for now. VEST DAILY GAGGLE.
A Crabby Old Man.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet
an older person who you might brush aside
without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of
this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.
Have a great day! Sent in By Christine M. U/K.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet
an older person who you might brush aside
without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
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Friday, 20 November 2009
Should a Woman cast aside tradition and Propose to the Man in her life.
TRADITION DICTATES THAT WOMEN CAN ASK MEN TO MARRY THEM ON FEBRUARY 29 IN A LEAP YEAR. A TRIUMPH FOR EQUALITY – OR A RECIPE FOR DISASTER?
Amy say's: YES.
When I was a little girl, I read Snow White and dreamed that one day I too would be kissed by a handsome prince and awake to a proposal of marriage and happily-ever-after.
Then I grew up and got real. What if the prince had commitment problems or was saving up to buy a property? As a passive woman who left her destiny up to fate, poor Snow White would have suffocated in her glass coffin or had to shack up permanently with the seven dwarves.
I don’t think there is anything desperate or emasculating about women proposing to men. I feel that if I ever meet Mr Right and want to pop the question, I’ll be able to hand him a ring box without him handing me his testicles. Then again, I’ve never been a girl who’s had the wedding dress picked out before the first-date appetisers arrive.
Call me crazy, but I think that if I’m lucky enough to find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, the wedding process will be secondary.
I talk from experience as I’ve had a few marriage proposals. One boyfriend flew me to Paris, where he presented me with a huge diamond ring on a bed strewn with rose petals. Unfortunately, he was also insane. The setting was picture-perfect but the marriage would have been a total disaster.
There are probably men who would label a girl who takes a chance and pops the question as desperate. But I wouldn’t want to marry a small-minded man like that anyway.
I’m not sure that I would actually propose marriage myself, because I love surprises. But I’m not ruling anything out. If my crazy, roller-coaster love life has taught me anything, it’s to expect the unexpected. Hopefully the man of my dreams will have a similar life philosophy.
I’ve come a long way since I was the starry-eyed little girl eagerly devouring fairy tales. When I meet Mr Right I hope the idea of spending our lives together will evolve through discussion before either of us goes down on one knee. Especially if I’m wearing stilettos!”
Vest, says NO
Even though February 29 is just one day out of 1,461, it’s a dangerous precedent to set. If you’re considering asking your man to marry you in a leap year let me give you a word of advice: DON’T.
To start with, there is very little left that is solely ‘man’s work’.
There are women builders, women priests, women generals… before long I expect that science will make it possible for women to become sperm donors too, smashing down the last door that stands between men and obsolescence.
So as a courtesy, I ask you to leave us one last tradition: the act of question-popping.
And there’s a more pressing reason why you should not ask. After a certain period of time, men in long-term relationships simply stop listening to their girlfriends’ questions.
In the interest of a bit of peace and quiet, men learn to say ‘yes dear’, regardless of what is being asked. For example:
Her: Have you taken out the rubbish?Him: Yes dear.Her: Will you clean my car this weekend?Him: Yes dear.Her: Do you think Freud was right when he said that conscience is the internal perception of the rejection of a particular wish operating within us?Him: Yes dear.
These men have no idea what they’re agreeing to. They just want to watch the football/go to the pub/finish reading the newspaper. In peace. Add ‘will you marry me?’ to women’s repertoire of questions and you risk relationship carnage.
Men will find themselves facing a lifetime of commitment with no way out and no idea how they got there. They will feel trapped, resentful and confused, and that’s no way to start a life together.
If your boyfriend hasn’t asked you to marry him, it’s not because he’s lost the power of speech or he’s waiting for the price of diamonds to drop or because you’re so beautiful he gets tongue-tied whenever he looks at you.
It’s because he’s simply not sure he wants to marry you. I’m not saying he doesn’t want to marry you ever. I’m not saying it hasn’t crossed his mind. I’m just saying that, at the moment, he’s not sure.
So save yourself the embarrassment and fight the urge to propose to your boyfriend at any time.
Amy say's: YES.
When I was a little girl, I read Snow White and dreamed that one day I too would be kissed by a handsome prince and awake to a proposal of marriage and happily-ever-after.
Then I grew up and got real. What if the prince had commitment problems or was saving up to buy a property? As a passive woman who left her destiny up to fate, poor Snow White would have suffocated in her glass coffin or had to shack up permanently with the seven dwarves.
I don’t think there is anything desperate or emasculating about women proposing to men. I feel that if I ever meet Mr Right and want to pop the question, I’ll be able to hand him a ring box without him handing me his testicles. Then again, I’ve never been a girl who’s had the wedding dress picked out before the first-date appetisers arrive.
Call me crazy, but I think that if I’m lucky enough to find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, the wedding process will be secondary.
I talk from experience as I’ve had a few marriage proposals. One boyfriend flew me to Paris, where he presented me with a huge diamond ring on a bed strewn with rose petals. Unfortunately, he was also insane. The setting was picture-perfect but the marriage would have been a total disaster.
There are probably men who would label a girl who takes a chance and pops the question as desperate. But I wouldn’t want to marry a small-minded man like that anyway.
I’m not sure that I would actually propose marriage myself, because I love surprises. But I’m not ruling anything out. If my crazy, roller-coaster love life has taught me anything, it’s to expect the unexpected. Hopefully the man of my dreams will have a similar life philosophy.
I’ve come a long way since I was the starry-eyed little girl eagerly devouring fairy tales. When I meet Mr Right I hope the idea of spending our lives together will evolve through discussion before either of us goes down on one knee. Especially if I’m wearing stilettos!”
Vest, says NO
Even though February 29 is just one day out of 1,461, it’s a dangerous precedent to set. If you’re considering asking your man to marry you in a leap year let me give you a word of advice: DON’T.
To start with, there is very little left that is solely ‘man’s work’.
There are women builders, women priests, women generals… before long I expect that science will make it possible for women to become sperm donors too, smashing down the last door that stands between men and obsolescence.
So as a courtesy, I ask you to leave us one last tradition: the act of question-popping.
And there’s a more pressing reason why you should not ask. After a certain period of time, men in long-term relationships simply stop listening to their girlfriends’ questions.
In the interest of a bit of peace and quiet, men learn to say ‘yes dear’, regardless of what is being asked. For example:
Her: Have you taken out the rubbish?Him: Yes dear.Her: Will you clean my car this weekend?Him: Yes dear.Her: Do you think Freud was right when he said that conscience is the internal perception of the rejection of a particular wish operating within us?Him: Yes dear.
These men have no idea what they’re agreeing to. They just want to watch the football/go to the pub/finish reading the newspaper. In peace. Add ‘will you marry me?’ to women’s repertoire of questions and you risk relationship carnage.
Men will find themselves facing a lifetime of commitment with no way out and no idea how they got there. They will feel trapped, resentful and confused, and that’s no way to start a life together.
If your boyfriend hasn’t asked you to marry him, it’s not because he’s lost the power of speech or he’s waiting for the price of diamonds to drop or because you’re so beautiful he gets tongue-tied whenever he looks at you.
It’s because he’s simply not sure he wants to marry you. I’m not saying he doesn’t want to marry you ever. I’m not saying it hasn’t crossed his mind. I’m just saying that, at the moment, he’s not sure.
So save yourself the embarrassment and fight the urge to propose to your boyfriend at any time.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Students too young and unskilled in English expected to learn Asian languages.
I Am firmly opposed to having any dialect of the Chinese People being taught to Primary Schoolchildren within Austalia.
We are not part of China - nor do we have a common border with the Communist Chinese or the Nationalists on Taiwan (Formosa).I am aware that P M Kevin Rudd gets his rocks off speaking ying tong but the majority of people here in the land of OZ do not or cannot afford to trot off willy nilly at any given time,to visit Mao's Mausoleum and take in a feed fried dog fritters.
The one thing we have in common with the Yellow Hordes is - we owe them billions of oz bucks, courtesy of our PM Kevin Rudd( With a name like that he would never get a job at 'Harland and Wolfe'.
There are countless issues that need addressing but learning Chinese at an early age is not a priority and is absolutely ludicrous.
English must be the main Primary subject, because in its self it is a complex language to learn which most Australians have not mastered.
Carmel Tebutt the NSW Health Minister Ia a fair example, Her English is pretty painful.
With regard to myself I doubt if I shall ever reach that pinnacle of learning despite being of English descent.
Having lived in Asia namely Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong collectively for around five years, I was never at a loss when having to communicate with even the lower end of the supposedly, non English speaking bona fide natives.
Unless your future employer is to be the foreign office or an international stock broker OK, However, it is highly unlikely that a trades person, civil or public servant, armed forces and police would find it necessary to waste valuable educational time on some superficial qualification, and at the same time add to the waste of public money.
Now on the other hand and you are far sighted and envisage the imminent or perhaps a later date for the invasion of the Oriental hordes and wish for a bi-lingual tongue to enable yourself to acquire a well paid advisory job as a Quisling in the newly established Ovaleye Republic, then waste your own bloody shekels tosho, learn and pay for the privilege out of Govt time. However, with an entrenched vanguard of about 200,000 English speaking Orientals forming the fith column forcing you out of an envisaged safe job, a job as a cleaner or in retail might be a far better option.
"Be careful of little things. Life is a great bundle of little things".
Back Soon, Vest.
We are not part of China - nor do we have a common border with the Communist Chinese or the Nationalists on Taiwan (Formosa).I am aware that P M Kevin Rudd gets his rocks off speaking ying tong but the majority of people here in the land of OZ do not or cannot afford to trot off willy nilly at any given time,to visit Mao's Mausoleum and take in a feed fried dog fritters.
The one thing we have in common with the Yellow Hordes is - we owe them billions of oz bucks, courtesy of our PM Kevin Rudd( With a name like that he would never get a job at 'Harland and Wolfe'.
There are countless issues that need addressing but learning Chinese at an early age is not a priority and is absolutely ludicrous.
English must be the main Primary subject, because in its self it is a complex language to learn which most Australians have not mastered.
Carmel Tebutt the NSW Health Minister Ia a fair example, Her English is pretty painful.
With regard to myself I doubt if I shall ever reach that pinnacle of learning despite being of English descent.
Having lived in Asia namely Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong collectively for around five years, I was never at a loss when having to communicate with even the lower end of the supposedly, non English speaking bona fide natives.
Unless your future employer is to be the foreign office or an international stock broker OK, However, it is highly unlikely that a trades person, civil or public servant, armed forces and police would find it necessary to waste valuable educational time on some superficial qualification, and at the same time add to the waste of public money.
Now on the other hand and you are far sighted and envisage the imminent or perhaps a later date for the invasion of the Oriental hordes and wish for a bi-lingual tongue to enable yourself to acquire a well paid advisory job as a Quisling in the newly established Ovaleye Republic, then waste your own bloody shekels tosho, learn and pay for the privilege out of Govt time. However, with an entrenched vanguard of about 200,000 English speaking Orientals forming the fith column forcing you out of an envisaged safe job, a job as a cleaner or in retail might be a far better option.
"Be careful of little things. Life is a great bundle of little things".
Back Soon, Vest.
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Dinner was a Strict Family Affair. Rusky version of Long Pig..
Sergey the carnivore not-unlike a Gater, gobbled his mater with veggies and taters.
MOSCOW: A Russian cannibal who ate his mother was given a higher sentence by a judge who said: "He was starving, he needed to eat". Sergey Gavrilov, 27, was jailed for jusy 14 years after confessing; "I did not like the meat very much.It was too fatty. But I was just so hungry, I had to eat it.
MOSCOW: A Russian cannibal who ate his mother was given a higher sentence by a judge who said: "He was starving, he needed to eat". Sergey Gavrilov, 27, was jailed for jusy 14 years after confessing; "I did not like the meat very much.It was too fatty. But I was just so hungry, I had to eat it.
Better is better than Worse
Thinking people of this planet make changes possible.
Change; should and must bring betterment for all peoples.
Stagnation, archaic beliefs, dusty rules and most tradition must be forfeited for the good of all.
To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which will increase the happiness and welfare of all people(without drugs).
This is a choice which is possible for us all, and today is a great day to start that voyage and the search for betterment.
Although most of my voyages for betterment were not all successful, there were others who gave all in attempting to save others from future mismanagement. However, I live with the knowledge that I have done my best, and am prepared to do more for others when possible.
As I have mentioned, it is a great day today, the sun is bright and I am hot, I have replaced the seeds and plants in the garden which had been murdered by the Cats from next door. I will admit I was more than just slightly miffed but realised that cats have to take a shite somewhere and feel honoured by them for choosing such a great spot.
Remember: He or She who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing.
"Have a wonderful weekend" Vest, aka John Leonard Spencer, Or just old L J B.
Change; should and must bring betterment for all peoples.
Stagnation, archaic beliefs, dusty rules and most tradition must be forfeited for the good of all.
To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which will increase the happiness and welfare of all people(without drugs).
This is a choice which is possible for us all, and today is a great day to start that voyage and the search for betterment.
Although most of my voyages for betterment were not all successful, there were others who gave all in attempting to save others from future mismanagement. However, I live with the knowledge that I have done my best, and am prepared to do more for others when possible.
As I have mentioned, it is a great day today, the sun is bright and I am hot, I have replaced the seeds and plants in the garden which had been murdered by the Cats from next door. I will admit I was more than just slightly miffed but realised that cats have to take a shite somewhere and feel honoured by them for choosing such a great spot.
Remember: He or She who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing.
"Have a wonderful weekend" Vest, aka John Leonard Spencer, Or just old L J B.
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Sunday, 8 November 2009
Continuing cockups by my local Federal Govt Member
THE previous year to this, The Fed Govt office of Jill Hall MP produced a calendar. It wasn't until I informed them two months prior to the calendar becoming effective that staffers in her office had noticed this error. However, It was never corrected or requested to be withdrawn. I some times wonder how this may have adversely effected the lives of a few of her less informed constituents. Jill Hall's Week commenced on a Monday Not on Sunday.
Congratulations to Donald and Joan Metters.
According to the Jill Hall M P Govt Glossy Reports, Donald and Joan Metters were (***Married in 1949 and are celebrating their 50Th Wedding Anniversary and are pictured with Jill Hall at the ceremony. They are listed together with 19 other 50 anniversaries,) also there were 11 60Th wedding anniversaries plus three 65s, and one 70. Five 90 and five 100 birthdays.
*** note the cockup. It was their 60th Anniversary not 50th.
I sometimes wonder Who first suggested why some land marks of our lives appear to have more significance than other achievements within the longevity of marriage.
We have a fiftieth Wedding anniversary but not fiftyfith then a 60Th, 65Th and 70Th,.Ill be back on track at 60Th.
Have a wonderful week, don't forget to smile often.
Oh BTW Jill. Where is my photo taken with you on presentation to me of the Service to Australia Gong , about four years ago. Promises ....promises.
Back soon Vest.
Congratulations to Donald and Joan Metters.
According to the Jill Hall M P Govt Glossy Reports, Donald and Joan Metters were (***Married in 1949 and are celebrating their 50Th Wedding Anniversary and are pictured with Jill Hall at the ceremony. They are listed together with 19 other 50 anniversaries,) also there were 11 60Th wedding anniversaries plus three 65s, and one 70. Five 90 and five 100 birthdays.
*** note the cockup. It was their 60th Anniversary not 50th.
I sometimes wonder Who first suggested why some land marks of our lives appear to have more significance than other achievements within the longevity of marriage.
We have a fiftieth Wedding anniversary but not fiftyfith then a 60Th, 65Th and 70Th,.Ill be back on track at 60Th.
Have a wonderful week, don't forget to smile often.
Oh BTW Jill. Where is my photo taken with you on presentation to me of the Service to Australia Gong , about four years ago. Promises ....promises.
Back soon Vest.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Clever Scam - Taking advantage of older Men.
Clever Scam - taking advantage of older men
Women often receive warnings about protecting themselves at the mall and in dark parking lots, etc. This is the first warning I have seen for men. I wanted to pass it on in case you haven't heard about it. This will only become more commonplace here on the Gold Coast this summer.
A 'heads up' for those men who may be regular Bunnings, or BCF customers. This one caught me by surprise.
Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.
Here's how the scam works:
Two seriously good-looking 20-something girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonalds.
You agree and they get into the back seat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen June 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th, & 29th. Also July 1st & 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th & 28th, three times last Monday and very likely again this upcoming weekend.
So tell your friends to be careful. What a horrible way to take ad vantage of older men. Warn your friends to be vigilant.
Big W has wallets on sale for $2.99 each. I found cheaper ones for $1.99 at K- Mart and bought them out. Also, you never will get to eat at McDonalds. I've already lost 11 pounds just running back and forth to Bunnings, and BCF.
Enjoy a rewarding weekend.
Just a thought it might work on elderly Spinsters or Maidens getting on a bit.
Women often receive warnings about protecting themselves at the mall and in dark parking lots, etc. This is the first warning I have seen for men. I wanted to pass it on in case you haven't heard about it. This will only become more commonplace here on the Gold Coast this summer.
A 'heads up' for those men who may be regular Bunnings, or BCF customers. This one caught me by surprise.
Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.
Here's how the scam works:
Two seriously good-looking 20-something girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonalds.
You agree and they get into the back seat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen June 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th, & 29th. Also July 1st & 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th & 28th, three times last Monday and very likely again this upcoming weekend.
So tell your friends to be careful. What a horrible way to take ad vantage of older men. Warn your friends to be vigilant.
Big W has wallets on sale for $2.99 each. I found cheaper ones for $1.99 at K- Mart and bought them out. Also, you never will get to eat at McDonalds. I've already lost 11 pounds just running back and forth to Bunnings, and BCF.
Enjoy a rewarding weekend.
Just a thought it might work on elderly Spinsters or Maidens getting on a bit.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Egg Heads Fail Dismally. Also Phonetics her Weakest Link.
Yes, I am an avid watcher of these two Pommy quiz shows - but my main criticism goes to the way the red hairdo witch on the weakest link comes over as a presenter. Her rude inferences to the contestants do not make her my favourite person. The ingrained British way the contestants grovel to any personage of higher position or presumed importance irritates me. It seems the only questions that I provide an answer to are those whom I can guess her suggested prefixed letter such as P D E C, or N M and F and S just to name a few phonetic possibilities. However I would be totally useless on the show due to my complete misunderstanding of bang clang music from which the majority of questions are hatched. And, someone in charge should tell the Question Master that Haiti is not an Island but Dominica is.
How mighty are the fallen. Recently shown in Strayer was the EGGHEADS falling on their sword four times on the trot. There was one occasion where it could have been avoided should they have known the answer to "Who was president Nkruma"?.
It was the sort of question I Vest would have liked when facing up to the million dollar quessy on millionaire. Here goes.
Kwame Nkruma became the Prime Minister of Ghana on March 6 1957 when the Brit West African colonies of the Gold Coast and Togoland were united as one, pres Nkruma as he later became went to his maker in 1978.
MEMORIES.
Africa
Soon after taking on fuel at Gibraltar, the ship sailed to Takoradi on the Gold Coast of West Africa, where we unloaded stores and provisions for the ceremonies that were to take place further down the coast in Accra, the capital. Almost the entire population of Accra was Negro. They were friendly but misguided by their leaders. “Freedom, Freedom” was their familiar chant. On 6 March 1957 the Gold Coast, Ashanti, and Togoland became ‘Ghana.’
There was much celebration and dancing amongst us and the locals, this generated a fair ‘Whiff’ from the gyrating bodies as they shouted “Freedom! Freedom!” and I then shouting “Rexona! Rexona!”
I stayed at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I remember “Reg “H, a well-known red-haired professional cyclist from Nottingham England, who was in Accra flogging Raleigh bicycles to the locals; he had fallen down the stairs. He was not at all well from our binge the night before. Fortunately, he managed to find someone who looked like him to take his place. I recall this visit later in an interview in 1964.
During our stay in Portland, England, I was wearing civilian clothes and walking along the jetty on my way home for weekend leave. HMS Wiltshire (or was it Lancashire?), one of the latest 5,000-ton destroyers, had just secured alongside when a voice called down to me from the bridge area. “Come aboard! I want to see you.” I replied that I would, and then went up the after gangway of the ship. When the quartermaster approached me, I told him I was the guest of the commander. The quartermaster replied, “He is our CO ‘captain.’” After I showed him my security pass from HMS Maryland, he told me to carry on.
I eventually found the mysterious commander who I then remembered as my divisional officer on HMS Lanyard in 1957. In a short space of time, the Commander had revealed to his navigator most of my escapades on HMS Lanyard seven years earlier.
in Ghana.
The main one he remembered was the saga of John Leonard Spencer AKA Vest etc, in Accra, Ghana on 7 March 1957. I had supposedly telephoned the ship at 6:30 am saying I had lost all my clothes and was in a police station naked, and would probably get back to the ship later in the day.
This story was bandied around the ship in many forms. I became the subject of ridicule. The truth was that I had telephoned the ship at six am in the morning to tell them I was staying at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I said that someone had loaned me a shirt and a pair of shorts because a well-meaning houseboy had washed my uniform, and that I would return to the ship as soon as I could get properly dressed.
The ship-to-shore telephone line with its distorted sound certainly added to the misinformation. Twenty-four hours later when I arrived back on board looking clean and tidy, I was told to forget what had happened. Commander ‘Queeg’ had not been interested in my most recent debacle (or in me, for that matter.) Despite this, many jokes about this incident circulated for quite a while.
The captain of the Wiltshire (or Lancashire) also reminded me of my departure day from HMS Lanyard. I was surprised he remembered the nickname ‘Queeg.’
“What did you say to Commander ‘Queeg’ when he gave you that large smelly wooden spoon and then threw his hat on the deck and pretended to jump on it?” he asked.
“All I said was… ‘It was great serving with you, sir,’ and he replied, ‘Commiserations to your next captain.’ We saluted and I left, but someone on the truck taking us and our gear to the barracks in Portsmouth said, ‘It’s the first time I’ve seen Queeg smile.’”
After saying goodbye to the captain of the HMS Lancashire (or Wiltshire… I also cannot remember his name for the life of me), I left the ship and caught a later train home.
The weather is cooler and more pleasant, the telly is off and nearest and dearest has gone to the theatre, a deadly silence prevails.
Oh BTW would that bloke who is sending me death threats; knock it off please and get yourself a job.
Well that's all folks, dont forget to smile at someone today.
As promised from comments:
Dominica is an independant Republic island nation in the Windward Islands.
The Republic of Haiti controls approx one fifth in the west region of the Island of Hispaniola the remaining area in the east is controlled by the Dominican Republic.
Note the 'N' difference, Dominica and Dominican.
Happy now?
How mighty are the fallen. Recently shown in Strayer was the EGGHEADS falling on their sword four times on the trot. There was one occasion where it could have been avoided should they have known the answer to "Who was president Nkruma"?.
It was the sort of question I Vest would have liked when facing up to the million dollar quessy on millionaire. Here goes.
Kwame Nkruma became the Prime Minister of Ghana on March 6 1957 when the Brit West African colonies of the Gold Coast and Togoland were united as one, pres Nkruma as he later became went to his maker in 1978.
MEMORIES.
Africa
Soon after taking on fuel at Gibraltar, the ship sailed to Takoradi on the Gold Coast of West Africa, where we unloaded stores and provisions for the ceremonies that were to take place further down the coast in Accra, the capital. Almost the entire population of Accra was Negro. They were friendly but misguided by their leaders. “Freedom, Freedom” was their familiar chant. On 6 March 1957 the Gold Coast, Ashanti, and Togoland became ‘Ghana.’
There was much celebration and dancing amongst us and the locals, this generated a fair ‘Whiff’ from the gyrating bodies as they shouted “Freedom! Freedom!” and I then shouting “Rexona! Rexona!”
I stayed at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I remember “Reg “H, a well-known red-haired professional cyclist from Nottingham England, who was in Accra flogging Raleigh bicycles to the locals; he had fallen down the stairs. He was not at all well from our binge the night before. Fortunately, he managed to find someone who looked like him to take his place. I recall this visit later in an interview in 1964.
During our stay in Portland, England, I was wearing civilian clothes and walking along the jetty on my way home for weekend leave. HMS Wiltshire (or was it Lancashire?), one of the latest 5,000-ton destroyers, had just secured alongside when a voice called down to me from the bridge area. “Come aboard! I want to see you.” I replied that I would, and then went up the after gangway of the ship. When the quartermaster approached me, I told him I was the guest of the commander. The quartermaster replied, “He is our CO ‘captain.’” After I showed him my security pass from HMS Maryland, he told me to carry on.
I eventually found the mysterious commander who I then remembered as my divisional officer on HMS Lanyard in 1957. In a short space of time, the Commander had revealed to his navigator most of my escapades on HMS Lanyard seven years earlier.
in Ghana.
The main one he remembered was the saga of John Leonard Spencer AKA Vest etc, in Accra, Ghana on 7 March 1957. I had supposedly telephoned the ship at 6:30 am saying I had lost all my clothes and was in a police station naked, and would probably get back to the ship later in the day.
This story was bandied around the ship in many forms. I became the subject of ridicule. The truth was that I had telephoned the ship at six am in the morning to tell them I was staying at the United Africa Co. Guest House. I said that someone had loaned me a shirt and a pair of shorts because a well-meaning houseboy had washed my uniform, and that I would return to the ship as soon as I could get properly dressed.
The ship-to-shore telephone line with its distorted sound certainly added to the misinformation. Twenty-four hours later when I arrived back on board looking clean and tidy, I was told to forget what had happened. Commander ‘Queeg’ had not been interested in my most recent debacle (or in me, for that matter.) Despite this, many jokes about this incident circulated for quite a while.
The captain of the Wiltshire (or Lancashire) also reminded me of my departure day from HMS Lanyard. I was surprised he remembered the nickname ‘Queeg.’
“What did you say to Commander ‘Queeg’ when he gave you that large smelly wooden spoon and then threw his hat on the deck and pretended to jump on it?” he asked.
“All I said was… ‘It was great serving with you, sir,’ and he replied, ‘Commiserations to your next captain.’ We saluted and I left, but someone on the truck taking us and our gear to the barracks in Portsmouth said, ‘It’s the first time I’ve seen Queeg smile.’”
After saying goodbye to the captain of the HMS Lancashire (or Wiltshire… I also cannot remember his name for the life of me), I left the ship and caught a later train home.
The weather is cooler and more pleasant, the telly is off and nearest and dearest has gone to the theatre, a deadly silence prevails.
Oh BTW would that bloke who is sending me death threats; knock it off please and get yourself a job.
Well that's all folks, dont forget to smile at someone today.
As promised from comments:
Dominica is an independant Republic island nation in the Windward Islands.
The Republic of Haiti controls approx one fifth in the west region of the Island of Hispaniola the remaining area in the east is controlled by the Dominican Republic.
Note the 'N' difference, Dominica and Dominican.
Happy now?
Australia the cradle of Civilisation
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Australia The Cradle Of Man
According to our "traditional" history of stone-age occupation the Aboriginals were the "first Australians" having arrived here from south-east Asia at least 50,000 years ago. However, throughout a lifetimes research, I have gathered more than enough evidence that we still know nothing about our ancient past and the identity of the actual first inhabitants of our continent.
Until 1960, very little archaeological work had been done. Scientists thought the Aboriginals had only lived in Australia for 10,000 years.
Then finds at Kenniff Cave, in southern Queensland, produced evidence of Aboriginal occupation dating from as recently as 5,000 years ago back to 19,000 years. This placed the Aboriginal arrival into the last ice-age.
In recent years archaeologists have made some amazing discoveries on the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. Rock shelter occupation sites at Leura, Blackheath and Wentworth Falls have revealed artifacts 12,000, 14,700 and 22,000 years old respectively, while recently near the eastern escarpment of the Blue Mountains on the Nepean River further excavations gave evidence of occupation dating back 45,000 years.
This site along with another found recently at Warrambool {v}, 80,000 years old, is one of the oldest known Aboriginal sites in Australia. In 1967, at Kow Swamp, in northern Victoria, archaeologists found ancient burial sites between 15,000 to 9,000 years old. The skeletal remains unearthed display marked anatomical differences to those of modern Aboriginals.
The ancient Kow Swamp people were much more robust and heavily built, their skulls much thicker, larger and longer, with large, wide and very projecting facial structure quite different from those of modern Aboriginal.
They had huge cheek bones and big eyebrow ridges, receding foreheads, huge teeth and jaws. Further significant fossil man discoveries were made soon after at Lake Mungo in south-western New South Wales. A female skeleton excavated here and carbon dated to be 25,000 years old, displayed delicate modern features, more akin to those of modern humans.
At the time the skeleton was considered to be the oldest evidence of a modern human in the world. Then a few years later, 100 km away at Lake Nitchie, further fossil remains were found on the ancient shoreline.
The skeleton of a male of 187 cm height, and very similar to the Kow Swamp remains, was excavated from a burial site, as recent as 6500 years old. These discoveries demonstrate that two distinct races of people inhabited Australia at the same time, during the last ice-age. Scientists now tend to believe that these two races inter-bred to produce the modern Aboriginal.
Some anthropologists now believe the robust {Kow Swamp} race to be decendants of the Java Man {home erectus} of 500,000 years ago, while the smaller Lake Mungo race came to Australia from China, probably decendants of the Peking Man {Homo pekinensis} and later Java type, Wadjak Man.
Sea levels during the last ice-age were much lower that they are today, at least 100-130 metres. Tasmania was joined to the Australian mainland-as was New Guinea. At the time, stone-age people could have almost walked from Asia into Australia, but because of areas by up to 100 km of open sea in places, making crossing by boat necessary. This would make these people the earliest seafarers in the world.
The first inhabitants of our land shared it with some fantastic creatures, for instance the giant monitor lizard {megalania presca}, which grew up to 10 metres in length; Kangaroos up to 4 metres tall; the Diprotodon, a giant Wombat-like marsupial twice the size of a rhinoceros; and an Emu about 7 metres tall. They also had to adapt to Australia's harsh environment, forcing them to develop better tools and weapons; during which they also developed the oldest stone-age art in the world.
It is a fact that, while Europe were hunting game on the edge of the northern Europe ice flows, stone-age people were crossing into Tasmania, hunting, and inhabiting caves on the edge of the southern hemisphere ice sheet. In 1981, a Franklin River cave was excavated to reveal thousands of stone flakes and a quarter of a million burnt bone fragments, of animals cooked and eaten there between 14,000 and 20,000 years ago.
The inhabitants of this cave are today believed to have been the most southerly Homo Sapiens in the world, surviving in the harshest region of the Southern ice-age.
I maintain that certain fossil discoveries made by me over the years could help push the antiquity of man in Australia even further back into the ice-age to a time comparable to that of the old stone-age races of Java and China. Near Bathurst, in the central west of New South Wales, in the late 1960's during the course of field research into early Aboriginal occupation of the region, I came across upon ancient river bank layers forming part of an extinct ice-age course of the Macquarie River.
I found two fossil human skulls protruding from these sediments. Both fossils are actually endoctrinal casts of mudstone and display signs of considerable antiquity. While one skull, the larger of the two, resembles "Solo Man" skulls of Java, a late Java Man type, ancestral to modern Homo sapiens who lived at least 500,000 years ago, with a receding forehead but lacking the thick eyebrow ridges of more primitive races; the smaller skull {a juvenile} is more primitive in appearance, with thick eyebrow ridges and a recedding forehead.
It is reminiscent of the Wadjak Man skulls of Java, an offshoot of Java Man ancestral to the Aboriginals. Even allowing for distortion due to soil pressure during the fossilisation process, the skulls certainly fit the picture already formed; of a primitive forerunner to the Aboriginals living side by side with a more modern-type race. Both skulls are estimated to be anywhere up to 100,000 years old.
On the basis of these discoveries some years ago I dared to suggest to prehistorians that, at some period in the remote past, populations of Homo erectus entered Australia to produce an offshoot from which the first Homo Sapiens evolved, eventually spreading across Asia into Europe, where they are known as Cro-magnon man.
At a later period the first primitive ancestors of the Aboriginals arrived here from south-east Asia to gradually spread throughout the continent, either killing off and/or inter-breeding with the early arrivals. At the time my theory was ridiculed. But recent discoveries are beginning to prove me correct.
That the first Homo sapiens evolved in Australia is not as fantastic as it may sound. Geneticists studying Aboriginal genes now suggest that modern man may have indeed originated in Australia to migrate out across the world 40,000 years ago.
Aboriginal traditions include references to a white-skinned race which inhabited Australia before them. They also know of a race of giants. During the 1960's I uncovered a culture of giant-sized stone implements in the New South Wales central west. They included hand-axes, clubs, knives, adzes and other tools ranging in weights of from 5 and a half kilograms to 16 and a half kilograms. Such huge "Megatools" could only have been made and used by beings of immense stature and strength.
These implements are reminiscent of others found in Java, where Meganthropus, the "giant Java Man", lived during the last ice-age at least 500,00 years ago, whose huge fossil jaws and teeth suggest creatures of immense weight, who stood up to three times the height of modern man.
Did Meganthropus or a close relative of him once roam Australia? Giant-sized man-like fossil footprints, preserved in mudstone, have turned up all over Australia. They include examples found near Kempsey in northern New South Wales up to 50 cm in length by 37 cm width across the toes; and as much as 60 cm length by 25 cm or more in width.
During field studies in northern Tasmania I found another fossil man-like footprint of 40 cm length in solid sandstone near a Bass Strait beach, where the creature must have wandered across a former land-bridge.
Just how long ago these giant beings inhabited Australia is arguable, but the fact that most of the preserved tracks were once covered by flowing volcanic ash indicates that these monster ape-men must have lived here when the smaller relative, Homo erectus, inhabited Java, as most of the tracks were preserved by volcanic eruption which occured in Australia perhaps 500,000 or more years ago.
That primitive Java-type races were present in Australia 500,000 years ago must naturally seem absurd to anyone brought up on the idea that no-one existed in Australia before the Aboriginals. Yet in the light of recent scientific findings it is obvious that this view is out of date.
It is now evident that not only have the Aboriginals been present here much longer than was once thought possible, but that they were preceded here by an earlier form of modern man later to spread out from Australia in Asia, thence across Europe, where he was to become known as Cro-magnon Man, the "father" of civilisation.
There can therefore no longer be no doubt that Australia was indeed the "cradle" of civilisation.
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Australia The Cradle Of Man
According to our "traditional" history of stone-age occupation the Aboriginals were the "first Australians" having arrived here from south-east Asia at least 50,000 years ago. However, throughout a lifetimes research, I have gathered more than enough evidence that we still know nothing about our ancient past and the identity of the actual first inhabitants of our continent.
Until 1960, very little archaeological work had been done. Scientists thought the Aboriginals had only lived in Australia for 10,000 years.
Then finds at Kenniff Cave, in southern Queensland, produced evidence of Aboriginal occupation dating from as recently as 5,000 years ago back to 19,000 years. This placed the Aboriginal arrival into the last ice-age.
In recent years archaeologists have made some amazing discoveries on the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. Rock shelter occupation sites at Leura, Blackheath and Wentworth Falls have revealed artifacts 12,000, 14,700 and 22,000 years old respectively, while recently near the eastern escarpment of the Blue Mountains on the Nepean River further excavations gave evidence of occupation dating back 45,000 years.
This site along with another found recently at Warrambool {v}, 80,000 years old, is one of the oldest known Aboriginal sites in Australia. In 1967, at Kow Swamp, in northern Victoria, archaeologists found ancient burial sites between 15,000 to 9,000 years old. The skeletal remains unearthed display marked anatomical differences to those of modern Aboriginals.
The ancient Kow Swamp people were much more robust and heavily built, their skulls much thicker, larger and longer, with large, wide and very projecting facial structure quite different from those of modern Aboriginal.
They had huge cheek bones and big eyebrow ridges, receding foreheads, huge teeth and jaws. Further significant fossil man discoveries were made soon after at Lake Mungo in south-western New South Wales. A female skeleton excavated here and carbon dated to be 25,000 years old, displayed delicate modern features, more akin to those of modern humans.
At the time the skeleton was considered to be the oldest evidence of a modern human in the world. Then a few years later, 100 km away at Lake Nitchie, further fossil remains were found on the ancient shoreline.
The skeleton of a male of 187 cm height, and very similar to the Kow Swamp remains, was excavated from a burial site, as recent as 6500 years old. These discoveries demonstrate that two distinct races of people inhabited Australia at the same time, during the last ice-age. Scientists now tend to believe that these two races inter-bred to produce the modern Aboriginal.
Some anthropologists now believe the robust {Kow Swamp} race to be decendants of the Java Man {home erectus} of 500,000 years ago, while the smaller Lake Mungo race came to Australia from China, probably decendants of the Peking Man {Homo pekinensis} and later Java type, Wadjak Man.
Sea levels during the last ice-age were much lower that they are today, at least 100-130 metres. Tasmania was joined to the Australian mainland-as was New Guinea. At the time, stone-age people could have almost walked from Asia into Australia, but because of areas by up to 100 km of open sea in places, making crossing by boat necessary. This would make these people the earliest seafarers in the world.
The first inhabitants of our land shared it with some fantastic creatures, for instance the giant monitor lizard {megalania presca}, which grew up to 10 metres in length; Kangaroos up to 4 metres tall; the Diprotodon, a giant Wombat-like marsupial twice the size of a rhinoceros; and an Emu about 7 metres tall. They also had to adapt to Australia's harsh environment, forcing them to develop better tools and weapons; during which they also developed the oldest stone-age art in the world.
It is a fact that, while Europe were hunting game on the edge of the northern Europe ice flows, stone-age people were crossing into Tasmania, hunting, and inhabiting caves on the edge of the southern hemisphere ice sheet. In 1981, a Franklin River cave was excavated to reveal thousands of stone flakes and a quarter of a million burnt bone fragments, of animals cooked and eaten there between 14,000 and 20,000 years ago.
The inhabitants of this cave are today believed to have been the most southerly Homo Sapiens in the world, surviving in the harshest region of the Southern ice-age.
I maintain that certain fossil discoveries made by me over the years could help push the antiquity of man in Australia even further back into the ice-age to a time comparable to that of the old stone-age races of Java and China. Near Bathurst, in the central west of New South Wales, in the late 1960's during the course of field research into early Aboriginal occupation of the region, I came across upon ancient river bank layers forming part of an extinct ice-age course of the Macquarie River.
I found two fossil human skulls protruding from these sediments. Both fossils are actually endoctrinal casts of mudstone and display signs of considerable antiquity. While one skull, the larger of the two, resembles "Solo Man" skulls of Java, a late Java Man type, ancestral to modern Homo sapiens who lived at least 500,000 years ago, with a receding forehead but lacking the thick eyebrow ridges of more primitive races; the smaller skull {a juvenile} is more primitive in appearance, with thick eyebrow ridges and a recedding forehead.
It is reminiscent of the Wadjak Man skulls of Java, an offshoot of Java Man ancestral to the Aboriginals. Even allowing for distortion due to soil pressure during the fossilisation process, the skulls certainly fit the picture already formed; of a primitive forerunner to the Aboriginals living side by side with a more modern-type race. Both skulls are estimated to be anywhere up to 100,000 years old.
On the basis of these discoveries some years ago I dared to suggest to prehistorians that, at some period in the remote past, populations of Homo erectus entered Australia to produce an offshoot from which the first Homo Sapiens evolved, eventually spreading across Asia into Europe, where they are known as Cro-magnon man.
At a later period the first primitive ancestors of the Aboriginals arrived here from south-east Asia to gradually spread throughout the continent, either killing off and/or inter-breeding with the early arrivals. At the time my theory was ridiculed. But recent discoveries are beginning to prove me correct.
That the first Homo sapiens evolved in Australia is not as fantastic as it may sound. Geneticists studying Aboriginal genes now suggest that modern man may have indeed originated in Australia to migrate out across the world 40,000 years ago.
Aboriginal traditions include references to a white-skinned race which inhabited Australia before them. They also know of a race of giants. During the 1960's I uncovered a culture of giant-sized stone implements in the New South Wales central west. They included hand-axes, clubs, knives, adzes and other tools ranging in weights of from 5 and a half kilograms to 16 and a half kilograms. Such huge "Megatools" could only have been made and used by beings of immense stature and strength.
These implements are reminiscent of others found in Java, where Meganthropus, the "giant Java Man", lived during the last ice-age at least 500,00 years ago, whose huge fossil jaws and teeth suggest creatures of immense weight, who stood up to three times the height of modern man.
Did Meganthropus or a close relative of him once roam Australia? Giant-sized man-like fossil footprints, preserved in mudstone, have turned up all over Australia. They include examples found near Kempsey in northern New South Wales up to 50 cm in length by 37 cm width across the toes; and as much as 60 cm length by 25 cm or more in width.
During field studies in northern Tasmania I found another fossil man-like footprint of 40 cm length in solid sandstone near a Bass Strait beach, where the creature must have wandered across a former land-bridge.
Just how long ago these giant beings inhabited Australia is arguable, but the fact that most of the preserved tracks were once covered by flowing volcanic ash indicates that these monster ape-men must have lived here when the smaller relative, Homo erectus, inhabited Java, as most of the tracks were preserved by volcanic eruption which occured in Australia perhaps 500,000 or more years ago.
That primitive Java-type races were present in Australia 500,000 years ago must naturally seem absurd to anyone brought up on the idea that no-one existed in Australia before the Aboriginals. Yet in the light of recent scientific findings it is obvious that this view is out of date.
It is now evident that not only have the Aboriginals been present here much longer than was once thought possible, but that they were preceded here by an earlier form of modern man later to spread out from Australia in Asia, thence across Europe, where he was to become known as Cro-magnon Man, the "father" of civilisation.
There can therefore no longer be no doubt that Australia was indeed the "cradle" of civilisation.
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Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Indias poor urged to 'Eat Rats'
India's poor urged to 'eat rat'
I have no problem with the proposal that the poor of India should eat rats. The problem is the numbers of people to which this pertains.
Insects are another untapped, highly nutritious food source that disgusts people. But the point is, no society
can prosper while the people are malnourished.
Though it needs to be thoroughly researched how a reduction in the rat population will affect the area.
Natural balances are quickly and easily disrupted by human activity.
I bet they would taste pretty good wrapped in bacon
Also, I wonder whether these rats will be "cultivated." The big problem with rats is that they are full of exciting diseases (beyond the "Eew" factor).
How much meat do they get from a rat?
Anyone tasted a rat? Might already taste like bacon.
I was just following rule #1 everything tastes better wrapped in bacon.
Might have well said "India's poor urged to eat poop.
If true, I'd think city rats are the more diseased of the species. But I'm guessing the disease thing is probably mostly a hold-over from bubonic plague.
Perhaps they're quite tasty if done like Bombay Duck?
Should talk with the French - They have some great recipes for rat.
Crumbed Rat tails, deep fried in ghee as a bar stool appetiser.
Headless whole rat stuffed with sage and onion - wrapped in kosher bacon.
If the downturn in the mortgage fiasco continues in Uncle Samland the starving homeless and jobless, due to out sourcing to India will have the worlds best fed rats to munch for lunch.
I have no problem with the proposal that the poor of India should eat rats. The problem is the numbers of people to which this pertains.
Insects are another untapped, highly nutritious food source that disgusts people. But the point is, no society
can prosper while the people are malnourished.
Though it needs to be thoroughly researched how a reduction in the rat population will affect the area.
Natural balances are quickly and easily disrupted by human activity.
I bet they would taste pretty good wrapped in bacon
Also, I wonder whether these rats will be "cultivated." The big problem with rats is that they are full of exciting diseases (beyond the "Eew" factor).
How much meat do they get from a rat?
Anyone tasted a rat? Might already taste like bacon.
I was just following rule #1 everything tastes better wrapped in bacon.
Might have well said "India's poor urged to eat poop.
If true, I'd think city rats are the more diseased of the species. But I'm guessing the disease thing is probably mostly a hold-over from bubonic plague.
Perhaps they're quite tasty if done like Bombay Duck?
Should talk with the French - They have some great recipes for rat.
Crumbed Rat tails, deep fried in ghee as a bar stool appetiser.
Headless whole rat stuffed with sage and onion - wrapped in kosher bacon.
If the downturn in the mortgage fiasco continues in Uncle Samland the starving homeless and jobless, due to out sourcing to India will have the worlds best fed rats to munch for lunch.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Telstra Ripoff
Telstra rip off.
Tell all your family/ friends/ business acquaintances - in fact tell everybody about this!
For all Australian respondents...
Telstra Phone book
For anyone contemplating using the Sensis directory service number, 1234, DON'T!
Sensis, as you may or may not know, is a subsidiary of Telstra. The 1234 number is replacing the Telstra 12456 directory assistance number, but this time with outrageous costs attached: 40c to call the number, then 4c A SECOND! PLUS 88c if they connect you to the number
By law, Telstra must provide a FREE directory assistance number.
They choose however not to pass this number on to the public.
The free number is 1223
Thumbs down to Telstra for finding a way to 'charge', for a service that is supposed to be provided for free.
Of course, feel free to forward this on.???
Ben Hardwick
Lawyer
Commercial Litigation Department
Slater & Gordon
GPO Box 4864VV
Melbourne, Vic, 3001
Tell all your family/ friends/ business acquaintances - in fact tell everybody about this!
For all Australian respondents...
Telstra Phone book
For anyone contemplating using the Sensis directory service number, 1234, DON'T!
Sensis, as you may or may not know, is a subsidiary of Telstra. The 1234 number is replacing the Telstra 12456 directory assistance number, but this time with outrageous costs attached: 40c to call the number, then 4c A SECOND! PLUS 88c if they connect you to the number
By law, Telstra must provide a FREE directory assistance number.
They choose however not to pass this number on to the public.
The free number is 1223
Thumbs down to Telstra for finding a way to 'charge', for a service that is supposed to be provided for free.
Of course, feel free to forward this on.???
Ben Hardwick
Lawyer
Commercial Litigation Department
Slater & Gordon
GPO Box 4864VV
Melbourne, Vic, 3001
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Asylum seekers or Unqualified illegal immigrants?
As long as we are unable to differentiate between the terms 'Illegal immigrant and refugee' the boat people dilemma will remain.
The real meaning of refugee would apply to the likes of people fleeing the tyranny of the third Reich during and including post WW2 years also those made stateless after fleeing the yoke of the other axis powers, these people fled in terror to Any country willing to have them.
However, it seems now that, illegal unqualified immigrants under the guise of refugees and asylum seekers who are able to pay People Smugglers are arriving from all parts of the globe. This adds another word casualty problem to the English language; together with the likes of Gay, Hero, actress and golliwog.
I would love to purchase a quality made 'Golliwog' for my Granddaughters Christmas present. anyone out there in the know.
Oh by the way, when or if you arrive in Australia and you don't like the Australian way of life, please return to whence you came as an Asylum seeker.
Everyone have a wonderful weekend, be ready with a smile for everyone, you will feel more happier within yourself.
Back later, VEST.
To all my relatives and friends far and wide, I am always ready to hear from you should you find the time, xoxoxox.
The real meaning of refugee would apply to the likes of people fleeing the tyranny of the third Reich during and including post WW2 years also those made stateless after fleeing the yoke of the other axis powers, these people fled in terror to Any country willing to have them.
However, it seems now that, illegal unqualified immigrants under the guise of refugees and asylum seekers who are able to pay People Smugglers are arriving from all parts of the globe. This adds another word casualty problem to the English language; together with the likes of Gay, Hero, actress and golliwog.
I would love to purchase a quality made 'Golliwog' for my Granddaughters Christmas present. anyone out there in the know.
Oh by the way, when or if you arrive in Australia and you don't like the Australian way of life, please return to whence you came as an Asylum seeker.
Everyone have a wonderful weekend, be ready with a smile for everyone, you will feel more happier within yourself.
Back later, VEST.
To all my relatives and friends far and wide, I am always ready to hear from you should you find the time, xoxoxox.
Texas, the Eyes of Justice Are Upon You
By Bill Moyers and Michael Winship
On October 13, we lost a resolute champion of the law, a man who left his impact the lives of untold numbers of Americans.
His very name made his life's work almost inevitable, a matter of destiny. William Wayne Justice was a Federal judge for the Eastern District of Texas. That's right,he was "Justice Justice." And he spent a distinguished legal career making sure that everyone - no matter their color or income or class - got a fair shake. As a former Texas lieutenant governor put it last week, "Judge Justice dragged Texas into the 20th century, God bless him."
Dragged it kicking and screaming, for it was Justice who ordered Texas to integrate its public schools in 1971 - 17 years after the Supreme Court's Brown v. Board of Education decision made separate schools for blacks and whites unconstitutional. Texas resisted doing the right thing for as long as it could. Many of its segregated schools for African-American children were so poor they still had outhouses instead of indoor plumbing.
This small town lawyer appointed to the federal bench by President Lyndon B. Johnson ordered Texas to open its public housing to everyone, regardless of their skin color. He looked at the state's "truly shocking conditions" in its juvenile detention system and said, repair it. He struck down state law that permitted public schools to charge as much as a thousand dollars tuition for the children of illegal immigrants.
And Justice demanded a top-to-bottom overhaul of Texas prisons, some of the most brutal and corrupt in the nation. He even held the state in contempt of court when he thought it was dragging its feet cleaning up a system where thousands of inmates slept on the dirty bare floors of their cellblocks and often went without medical care. The late, great Molly Ivins said, "He brought the United States Constitution to Texas."
Some say that justice stings. William Wayne Justice certainly did - and his detractors stung back with death threats and hate mail. Carpenters refused to repair his house, beauty parlors denied service to his wife. There were cross burnings and constant calls for his impeachment.
After he desegregated the schools he was offered armed guards for protection. He turned them down and instead took lessons in self-defense. END.
On October 13, we lost a resolute champion of the law, a man who left his impact the lives of untold numbers of Americans.
His very name made his life's work almost inevitable, a matter of destiny. William Wayne Justice was a Federal judge for the Eastern District of Texas. That's right,he was "Justice Justice." And he spent a distinguished legal career making sure that everyone - no matter their color or income or class - got a fair shake. As a former Texas lieutenant governor put it last week, "Judge Justice dragged Texas into the 20th century, God bless him."
Dragged it kicking and screaming, for it was Justice who ordered Texas to integrate its public schools in 1971 - 17 years after the Supreme Court's Brown v. Board of Education decision made separate schools for blacks and whites unconstitutional. Texas resisted doing the right thing for as long as it could. Many of its segregated schools for African-American children were so poor they still had outhouses instead of indoor plumbing.
This small town lawyer appointed to the federal bench by President Lyndon B. Johnson ordered Texas to open its public housing to everyone, regardless of their skin color. He looked at the state's "truly shocking conditions" in its juvenile detention system and said, repair it. He struck down state law that permitted public schools to charge as much as a thousand dollars tuition for the children of illegal immigrants.
And Justice demanded a top-to-bottom overhaul of Texas prisons, some of the most brutal and corrupt in the nation. He even held the state in contempt of court when he thought it was dragging its feet cleaning up a system where thousands of inmates slept on the dirty bare floors of their cellblocks and often went without medical care. The late, great Molly Ivins said, "He brought the United States Constitution to Texas."
Some say that justice stings. William Wayne Justice certainly did - and his detractors stung back with death threats and hate mail. Carpenters refused to repair his house, beauty parlors denied service to his wife. There were cross burnings and constant calls for his impeachment.
After he desegregated the schools he was offered armed guards for protection. He turned them down and instead took lessons in self-defense. END.
Monday, 26 October 2009
I must be a psychic, I actually made it happen.*** A very notable day.
All went well at the dentist, I got a quote of $268-00 for the rebuild of a double tooth and it took an hour and five mins, I had that feeling it would have been more had I not asked for a quote. I have to return on Wednesday for minor cleaning; it will get my son out of the house to take me to the dentist, this is due to My Falcon wagon KGV OOO being pranged on the starboard quarter, Tin fished you might say Quite unexpectedly by a tailgating Jap Toyota hi-lux (Like the car that Ivan Milat had to convey his murder victims). The accident occurred at 5-15 pm after leaving the dentist drug and pain free. On seeing the Red light would be coming up at Main and Victoria and the other vehicle mentioned closing in astern I slammed the brakes on as the red light appeared releasing my foot brake as he hit and pushing me forward about a metre(Yard). No airbags activated.
Damage. Some superficial damage, the Starboard rear light extinguished; broken fitting. car drivable.
The Toyota, had its front end pushed in and had to be towed.
So Henry's cars are tougher than Hirohito's Toyota Kamikazes.
My Henry Ford KGV OOO is being repaired tomorrow.
Ok then. So not all tailgaters are P Platers. Read my post Oct 22.***
My other most recent accident was in 1984 when a similar thing happened.
There are three more hours to go before the day is up, I must be cautious.
Back soon, Vest.
Damage. Some superficial damage, the Starboard rear light extinguished; broken fitting. car drivable.
The Toyota, had its front end pushed in and had to be towed.
So Henry's cars are tougher than Hirohito's Toyota Kamikazes.
My Henry Ford KGV OOO is being repaired tomorrow.
Ok then. So not all tailgaters are P Platers. Read my post Oct 22.***
My other most recent accident was in 1984 when a similar thing happened.
There are three more hours to go before the day is up, I must be cautious.
Back soon, Vest.
Dam good weather for Quacks and Umpires.
TODAY: Not unlike a typically wet afternoon at Lords cricket ground with little hope for any play the umpires playing cards and the players and those hard core spectators dreading the "Play abandoned announcement".
A sort of nothing day, eight weeks from summer returning to mid winter. Two days ago, my arms and legs were sunburned while busy in the garden. The good news is, that, the rain is falling over the catchment areas and dams are topping up fast and my car does not now need a wash.
News from England Relatives is down to nil***** and only one telephone call from Oz Rello's 'Thank you A C B', Oh! and a visit from prodigal son which was unfamiliarly docile but draining on the wallet.
To end the day on a miserable note, within four hours I shall be facing up to the torment of the Dentists chair, hiding it will be the stiff upper lip and show no fear of my stolid British upbringing.
Anyone who Say's they can sit in a dentists chair without any trepidation is an accomplished liar.
Britisher's Note *****.
In the depths of Winter I finally learned,
That within me lay an invincible Summer.
Back later. Vest.
A sort of nothing day, eight weeks from summer returning to mid winter. Two days ago, my arms and legs were sunburned while busy in the garden. The good news is, that, the rain is falling over the catchment areas and dams are topping up fast and my car does not now need a wash.
News from England Relatives is down to nil***** and only one telephone call from Oz Rello's 'Thank you A C B', Oh! and a visit from prodigal son which was unfamiliarly docile but draining on the wallet.
To end the day on a miserable note, within four hours I shall be facing up to the torment of the Dentists chair, hiding it will be the stiff upper lip and show no fear of my stolid British upbringing.
Anyone who Say's they can sit in a dentists chair without any trepidation is an accomplished liar.
Britisher's Note *****.
In the depths of Winter I finally learned,
That within me lay an invincible Summer.
Back later. Vest.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
On this occasion I shall expect a more substantial reward from the 'Tooth Fairy'
Hallo or Hello or ow yergoing to all my distant rello's and those local also blogger friends and other friends. That should cover the human species, but there are occasions I talk to our parrot and to some of the more friendly birds who visit our garden, each and all who have their own peculiar way of informing me they need feeding, BTW this info should not be leaked to any known detractors. particularly my shrink or medical professional.
I have been attending to the garden chores this forenoon now that the overcast sky has brought the temp down from 36 cel midday Yesterday to a more comfortable 18 cel right now. However, anything reasonable distracting me from my present malady is to be welcomed. My problem commenced the evening before yesterday when a large dental filling ejected during dinner, apart from a couple of jagged edges no pain was evident until the morning when brushing. By nine a/m I went off to visit no fewer than five dentists who each suggested I make an appointment. It appears that Dentists do not bother about emergency jobs. one has to wait your turn whatever ones predicament, it is a pity that teeth cannot arrange to to ache to order at a specified time. So unless someone phones to suggest an earlier appointment, I will have to put up with misery until 1600 Monday-another four days. So while I am feeling a bit 'Cheesed Off'
Idiot 'P' Plater driving a white sedan YDM 417 or YOM 417 at 1215pm Tues heading south along the F3 Motorway near Wyong NSW OZ. You are a complete IDIOT.
P Platers will never learn. The next time a 'P' plater tailgates or fishtails me while driving the max in a 110 klms or 70 mph zone driving in and out of traffic like a bloody idiot pushing me to go faster - guess what? I shall make sure I am the only one in my car and slam on the brakes. If you survive it would be a lesson learned.
No I am not a lousy driver, having driven in Singapore and Hong Kong without accident for over four years - more or less achieving the impossible. A good rule to follow is to anticipate or watch for other drivers about to make a mistake particularly when not signalling their intentions.
The Sun has broken through leaving plenty of storm clouds to stir the imagination - any rain will be welcomed.
I shall now pop off for a quick nod before dinner. It is doubtful that I'll be back before Monday the 26th. Everyone have a pleasant weekend. Vest.
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage".
I have been attending to the garden chores this forenoon now that the overcast sky has brought the temp down from 36 cel midday Yesterday to a more comfortable 18 cel right now. However, anything reasonable distracting me from my present malady is to be welcomed. My problem commenced the evening before yesterday when a large dental filling ejected during dinner, apart from a couple of jagged edges no pain was evident until the morning when brushing. By nine a/m I went off to visit no fewer than five dentists who each suggested I make an appointment. It appears that Dentists do not bother about emergency jobs. one has to wait your turn whatever ones predicament, it is a pity that teeth cannot arrange to to ache to order at a specified time. So unless someone phones to suggest an earlier appointment, I will have to put up with misery until 1600 Monday-another four days. So while I am feeling a bit 'Cheesed Off'
Idiot 'P' Plater driving a white sedan YDM 417 or YOM 417 at 1215pm Tues heading south along the F3 Motorway near Wyong NSW OZ. You are a complete IDIOT.
P Platers will never learn. The next time a 'P' plater tailgates or fishtails me while driving the max in a 110 klms or 70 mph zone driving in and out of traffic like a bloody idiot pushing me to go faster - guess what? I shall make sure I am the only one in my car and slam on the brakes. If you survive it would be a lesson learned.
No I am not a lousy driver, having driven in Singapore and Hong Kong without accident for over four years - more or less achieving the impossible. A good rule to follow is to anticipate or watch for other drivers about to make a mistake particularly when not signalling their intentions.
The Sun has broken through leaving plenty of storm clouds to stir the imagination - any rain will be welcomed.
I shall now pop off for a quick nod before dinner. It is doubtful that I'll be back before Monday the 26th. Everyone have a pleasant weekend. Vest.
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage".
Monday, 19 October 2009
Horn of Africa Eggheads are Weaponry Winners
MOGADISHU: Somalia, the land of hatred, bloodshed together with rape pillage and burn and little hope of a turn-around to sanity and lawful government.
Beyond hope with only extreme attrition being the source of normality as we westerners know.
To me the term deep cleansing comes to mind.
This shithole of a country steeped in no hope needs the attention of a huge dose of harpic and several full flushes.
Local Eggheads. Forget an ocean cruise or even a new Merc. The winners of a team quiz organised by a Somalian insurgent group have instead won a ticket to jihad.
The on air comp organised by the al-Qaeda-linked al-Shabaab.
Several communities entered the competition, which consisted of questions on science, culture and the Koran.
The winning contestants, were yesterday presented with their prize, one AK-47 assault rifle, several hand grenades, an anti armored vehicle mine and logistical supplies.
The young men were rewarded with weapons to encourage them to participate in the holy war against the enemies of Allah in Somalia, Sheik Abdullahi Alhaq said at the ceremony, which was attended by hundreds of wildly applauding alShabaab supporters.
The quiz runners-up settled for one AK-47 and ammunition.
Al-Shabaab and allied Islamist groups seized control of Kismayo — one of the country’s main ports and imposed a strict form of Sharia law banning sports, DVDs and Western clothes.
Beyond hope with only extreme attrition being the source of normality as we westerners know.
To me the term deep cleansing comes to mind.
This shithole of a country steeped in no hope needs the attention of a huge dose of harpic and several full flushes.
Local Eggheads. Forget an ocean cruise or even a new Merc. The winners of a team quiz organised by a Somalian insurgent group have instead won a ticket to jihad.
The on air comp organised by the al-Qaeda-linked al-Shabaab.
Several communities entered the competition, which consisted of questions on science, culture and the Koran.
The winning contestants, were yesterday presented with their prize, one AK-47 assault rifle, several hand grenades, an anti armored vehicle mine and logistical supplies.
The young men were rewarded with weapons to encourage them to participate in the holy war against the enemies of Allah in Somalia, Sheik Abdullahi Alhaq said at the ceremony, which was attended by hundreds of wildly applauding alShabaab supporters.
The quiz runners-up settled for one AK-47 and ammunition.
Al-Shabaab and allied Islamist groups seized control of Kismayo — one of the country’s main ports and imposed a strict form of Sharia law banning sports, DVDs and Western clothes.
"Don't Worry, We won't be here."
Barak Obama and Kevin Rudd are shown a time machine which can see 100 years into the future. The both decide to test it by asking a question each. Barak goes first
"What will the USA be like in 100 years time"
The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action and gives him a printout,
he reads it out "The country is in good hands under the new president,
crime is non-existent, there is no conflict, the economy is healthy. There
are no worries"
Kevin thinks "Its not bad this time machine, I'll have a bit of
that" so he asks "What will Australia be like in 100 years time?"
The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action, and he gets a printout.
But he just stares at it.
"Come on Kevin" says Barak, "What does it say?"
Kevin replies......."I can't tell ! Its all in Arabic!"
"What will the USA be like in 100 years time"
The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action and gives him a printout,
he reads it out "The country is in good hands under the new president,
crime is non-existent, there is no conflict, the economy is healthy. There
are no worries"
Kevin thinks "Its not bad this time machine, I'll have a bit of
that" so he asks "What will Australia be like in 100 years time?"
The machine whirrs and beeps and goes into action, and he gets a printout.
But he just stares at it.
"Come on Kevin" says Barak, "What does it say?"
Kevin replies......."I can't tell ! Its all in Arabic!"
Sunday, 18 October 2009
This can happen to anyyone, Yes you too.
Subject: FW: A MUST READ TA. simple stroke detection you could save a life
STROKE:Remember The 1st Three Letters....S..T..R..
A nurse sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously..
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .....she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pmIngrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die.... they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this....
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S.... Ask the individual to SMILE.
T..... Ask the person to TALKand SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently, i.e.. It is sunny out today)
R ....Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 000 immediately and describe the symptomsto the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke -- Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other,that is also an indication of a stroke..
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
I passed it on.... will you??
Now click on the book picture.
'Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies'. By JL Spencer.
Click the Book Pic at top right for Purchase info. Vest has received more books from the publisher, and more will arrive before Xmas, Email me for a Quote for a signed copy, AUSTRALIAN READERS $26..00. Overseas aprox $29..00 - $31..00 only eight weeks to go for xmas delivery.
Now as an entertainment bonus, google http://www.familietiez.com/video/gin.htm click on 'Gin the dancing dog'.Now you know me, I hardly ever send a funny or something interesting, but this I had to share - http://www.familytiez.com/video/gin.htm - E
STROKE:Remember The 1st Three Letters....S..T..R..
A nurse sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously..
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .....she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.
Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pmIngrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die.... they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this....
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Remember the '3' steps, STR . Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S.... Ask the individual to SMILE.
T..... Ask the person to TALKand SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently, i.e.. It is sunny out today)
R ....Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 000 immediately and describe the symptomsto the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke -- Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other,that is also an indication of a stroke..
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
I passed it on.... will you??
Now click on the book picture.
'Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies'. By JL Spencer.
Click the Book Pic at top right for Purchase info. Vest has received more books from the publisher, and more will arrive before Xmas, Email me for a Quote for a signed copy, AUSTRALIAN READERS $26..00. Overseas aprox $29..00 - $31..00 only eight weeks to go for xmas delivery.
Now as an entertainment bonus, google http://www.familietiez.com/video/gin.htm click on 'Gin the dancing dog'.Now you know me, I hardly ever send a funny or something interesting, but this I had to share - http://www.familytiez.com/video/gin.htm - E
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Sober driver, Annoyed priest Arrogant Cop. Memories of yesteryear
A few years back a fair bit I had a attended the wedding of a son and daughter in law of a close friend.
After the reception when most of the guests had had a skinful, certain designated drivers ferried the guests to their homes or to other destinations.
Sitting in the middle seat at the back of the car was the Reverend who had conducted the wedding and was wearing a waist seat belt.
Before the first intersection a pedestrian ran across the road causing our driver to slam on the brakes and attracting the policeman ahead attending the car he had stopped in front of our car.
At the point in time when our driver braked, the Reverend in the middle seat was thrown forward by the force of inertia - also a wooden jacket clothes hanger which had been placed near the rear window earlier by the driver had found its way between the back of the Reverend and the back seat, both meeting on return impact.
I was more than a little surprised at the Reverends utterances who by the time the copper had arrived had removed his seat belt and had retrieved the clothes hanger and was waving it at the driver, on seeing this the copper stated "Not wearing a seat belt," The Rev replied of course I'm not can't you understand why you fool, while waving the clothes hanger at the cop, "Not sure what you're raving on about sir but that will be a seventy dollar fine".
At that point I left the vehicle by the curbside rear door and later caught a cab.
A few months ago I met the driver of the car in that incident who informed me that he was fined as well as the Reverend plus the Reverend was fined for unseemly language and violent behaviour, he also stated the old guy named Noel who was sat next to the Reverends other side had peed the back seat.
"Well I'm not surprised mate" I replied that old geezer lived in Marayong and was the same guy who on another occasion who peed the passenger seat in my old yellow business van, at the time he was as pissed as a fiddler when I hauled him out and sat him on a roadside seat and drove home.
Memories of yesteryear. VEST. (c)copyright.
After the reception when most of the guests had had a skinful, certain designated drivers ferried the guests to their homes or to other destinations.
Sitting in the middle seat at the back of the car was the Reverend who had conducted the wedding and was wearing a waist seat belt.
Before the first intersection a pedestrian ran across the road causing our driver to slam on the brakes and attracting the policeman ahead attending the car he had stopped in front of our car.
At the point in time when our driver braked, the Reverend in the middle seat was thrown forward by the force of inertia - also a wooden jacket clothes hanger which had been placed near the rear window earlier by the driver had found its way between the back of the Reverend and the back seat, both meeting on return impact.
I was more than a little surprised at the Reverends utterances who by the time the copper had arrived had removed his seat belt and had retrieved the clothes hanger and was waving it at the driver, on seeing this the copper stated "Not wearing a seat belt," The Rev replied of course I'm not can't you understand why you fool, while waving the clothes hanger at the cop, "Not sure what you're raving on about sir but that will be a seventy dollar fine".
At that point I left the vehicle by the curbside rear door and later caught a cab.
A few months ago I met the driver of the car in that incident who informed me that he was fined as well as the Reverend plus the Reverend was fined for unseemly language and violent behaviour, he also stated the old guy named Noel who was sat next to the Reverends other side had peed the back seat.
"Well I'm not surprised mate" I replied that old geezer lived in Marayong and was the same guy who on another occasion who peed the passenger seat in my old yellow business van, at the time he was as pissed as a fiddler when I hauled him out and sat him on a roadside seat and drove home.
Memories of yesteryear. VEST. (c)copyright.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Dirty Eateries.
Sydney Daily Telegraph MY FAVOURITE NEWSPAPER.Delivered daily to my door.
Dirty eateries escaping shame
From: DailyTelegraph
10ì>" 13, 2009
THEY are some of Sydney's filthiest kitchens and they remain a secret to the city's diners.
Alternatively, you can copy and paste this link into your browser:
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/business/dirty-eateries-escaping-shame/story-e6frez7r-1225786057214
Dirty eateries escaping shame
From: DailyTelegraph
10ì>" 13, 2009
THEY are some of Sydney's filthiest kitchens and they remain a secret to the city's diners.
Alternatively, you can copy and paste this link into your browser:
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/business/dirty-eateries-escaping-shame/story-e6frez7r-1225786057214
Spring at last? Filthy smoking habits endorsed by Govt.
A most pleasant day today with all the correct spring ingredients following the recent confusing highs and lows.
A recent visit by our two local Granddaughters accompanied by Tim their daddy was unusually pleasant, I am waiting for confirmation on our proposed visit to relatives down the coast, Rosemary has this in hand or has she forgotten again?.
Last week while waiting around in the supermarket for Rosemary to turn up from the post office and lottery shop I stood staring at the large prominent sign near the FAG counter "SMOKING KILLS", its ominous message enough to strike fear into persons with half a brain.
"Can I help you sir" asked the sales person.
"Not me " I replied "I was saved from the wrath of Rothmans and having a stroke by lucky strike back in 86, But what amazes me is that your business and other businesses likened to this establishment are licenced to kill people who are stupid enough to smoke tobacco products, why on earth don't you refuse to sell tobacco.
His astonishing reply was that, the tax on fags garnered by the govt helped to pay the pensions of the elderly, mainly ex non smokers, and the more people smoked and paid these taxes the more likely they would not reach retiring age thereby saving the Govt heaps, also if we stopped selling fags and the like, our opposition would sell twice as many, but the worst scenario would be that I would be without a job.
So what's it to be, I dunno I replied, I'll just pop in the boozertorium and get me a couple of bots of J W.
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10 July 2007
Kiss a Non Smoker And Taste The Difference.
This is a Re-run
WHAT happened to the slogan 'Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference'?
Did the tobacco companies buy the copyright and ban its publication? if so what about having a new slogan! But remember the kids will have to see it too.
My partner and I are non smokers and only experience this dreadful problem at alcohol pumped up parties and other social gatherings.
What have you experienced when kissing a tobacco smoker? be careful now.
What are your thoughts on tobacco usage in general? like ban Smokes, ration them or tax them out of reach of people, or should we wear a non smokers badge which states,
"Blow that smoke in my face and you will die you bastard"
Remember you dopey smokers, It will reduce your shagging days considerably and each smoke an hour of your life.
Maybe smokers should be fitted with smoke stacks!!
ADD: My two local social clubs which are in a medium size category, segregate smoking areas, however, the gaming areas are all smoking areas, which in my opinion is totally wrong.
I try when possible to occupy an area in the clubs well away from the smokers but my clothing stinks of tobacco smoke when I arrive home.
If we non smokers survive another year we will see ALL smoking banned in pubs and clubs, then a rise in fees and possibly a few establishments going to the wall.
posted by Vest @ 5/29/2006 02:38:00 PM 5 comments links to this post
5 Comments:
Go to archives for the original post.
A recent visit by our two local Granddaughters accompanied by Tim their daddy was unusually pleasant, I am waiting for confirmation on our proposed visit to relatives down the coast, Rosemary has this in hand or has she forgotten again?.
Last week while waiting around in the supermarket for Rosemary to turn up from the post office and lottery shop I stood staring at the large prominent sign near the FAG counter "SMOKING KILLS", its ominous message enough to strike fear into persons with half a brain.
"Can I help you sir" asked the sales person.
"Not me " I replied "I was saved from the wrath of Rothmans and having a stroke by lucky strike back in 86, But what amazes me is that your business and other businesses likened to this establishment are licenced to kill people who are stupid enough to smoke tobacco products, why on earth don't you refuse to sell tobacco.
His astonishing reply was that, the tax on fags garnered by the govt helped to pay the pensions of the elderly, mainly ex non smokers, and the more people smoked and paid these taxes the more likely they would not reach retiring age thereby saving the Govt heaps, also if we stopped selling fags and the like, our opposition would sell twice as many, but the worst scenario would be that I would be without a job.
So what's it to be, I dunno I replied, I'll just pop in the boozertorium and get me a couple of bots of J W.
Recommended Reading
Get the Daily Gaggle via Email
Download the dedicated Daily Gaggle Browser
10 July 2007
Kiss a Non Smoker And Taste The Difference.
This is a Re-run
WHAT happened to the slogan 'Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference'?
Did the tobacco companies buy the copyright and ban its publication? if so what about having a new slogan! But remember the kids will have to see it too.
My partner and I are non smokers and only experience this dreadful problem at alcohol pumped up parties and other social gatherings.
What have you experienced when kissing a tobacco smoker? be careful now.
What are your thoughts on tobacco usage in general? like ban Smokes, ration them or tax them out of reach of people, or should we wear a non smokers badge which states,
"Blow that smoke in my face and you will die you bastard"
Remember you dopey smokers, It will reduce your shagging days considerably and each smoke an hour of your life.
Maybe smokers should be fitted with smoke stacks!!
ADD: My two local social clubs which are in a medium size category, segregate smoking areas, however, the gaming areas are all smoking areas, which in my opinion is totally wrong.
I try when possible to occupy an area in the clubs well away from the smokers but my clothing stinks of tobacco smoke when I arrive home.
If we non smokers survive another year we will see ALL smoking banned in pubs and clubs, then a rise in fees and possibly a few establishments going to the wall.
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Saturday, 10 October 2009
If you are on a state pension no need to read this .
Background:
In recent decades, rising globalization has forced governments to restrain their fiscal appetites. After the Reagan and Thatcher tax rate cuts of the 1980s, other countries were forced to respond with their own tax reforms. The growth of low-tax jurisdictions, or tax havens, has put further beneficial competitive pressure on governments with excessive tax rates. The result is that tax rates on income and capital have fallen significantly to the great benefit of global investment and growth.
These pro-growth reforms did not come about because governments suddenly realized that low tax rates are better for growth. Instead, politicians cut tax rates to prevent the geese that lay the golden eggs of prosperity from flying across the border.
Alas, there is now a rising big-government backlash against tax competition. Politicians have made unwise promises for ever-growing levels of redistribution and this is creating pressure for higher tax rates. But higher tax rates are particularly misguided when labor and capital can move to jurisdictions with better policy. This is why high-tax nations are seeking to curtail tax competition and are working through international bureaucracies such as the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development to create an "OPEC for politicians."
In recent decades, rising globalization has forced governments to restrain their fiscal appetites. After the Reagan and Thatcher tax rate cuts of the 1980s, other countries were forced to respond with their own tax reforms. The growth of low-tax jurisdictions, or tax havens, has put further beneficial competitive pressure on governments with excessive tax rates. The result is that tax rates on income and capital have fallen significantly to the great benefit of global investment and growth.
These pro-growth reforms did not come about because governments suddenly realized that low tax rates are better for growth. Instead, politicians cut tax rates to prevent the geese that lay the golden eggs of prosperity from flying across the border.
Alas, there is now a rising big-government backlash against tax competition. Politicians have made unwise promises for ever-growing levels of redistribution and this is creating pressure for higher tax rates. But higher tax rates are particularly misguided when labor and capital can move to jurisdictions with better policy. This is why high-tax nations are seeking to curtail tax competition and are working through international bureaucracies such as the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development to create an "OPEC for politicians."
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Growing or Going Bananas
Dear relatives and blogger friends.
Haven't ventured forth at all for over ten days, a bout of 'Colley Wobbles flu and several other aches and pains have restricted me to pottering in the garden and catching up with elusive problems. The temp today noon 17 CEL yesterday 13 CEL last week 38 Cel and we are almost into mid spring and the weather patterns are going beserk.
Tele marketer(charity) called today, told the towel head that when my income from UK gets back to normal 45P's not 55P's give me a buzz. That goes for junior relatives too. Get yourselves a job during your school hols. fifty bucks tax free if you cut our grass to our liking, 2.5 hrs our mower and fuel,and no free beer.
Had a lazy day in the galley today, knocked up decadent fish & chips with misc veggies with Banana and Custard to follow.
Thinking of bananas.
Festering within the general public prior to the previous General election, lurked the possibility that should PM,(Draft dodger and chicken hawk)John Howard; actually win the election but retire from office thus giving the health minister and treasurer access to the two top jobs in Govt, would be tantamount to Australia being ridiculed worldwide. This is why the electorate voted labour (labor) And avoided having Australia left in charge of two Chumps called "Abbott and Costello".
After a decade of Lib intervention, national pride more flag crap and republic issues will be reshuffled to sort out the Pro's and Con's. Much emphasise is to put on the Aus Flag not becoming A Green Square Flag embossed with a golden Crescent, or Banana.
Whether the Lizard of Oz, Ex PM Paul Keating was getting it right or not, Strayer aint a Banana Republic yet, mainly thanks to Royalists like finally expired ex Queensland premier and peanut farmer, Jo Bonkers Bananas AKA Joh Bjelke-Petersen. Oh I nearly forgot that other twit our leader of the opposition - Malcolm 'The Turncoat' Turnbull; who is real 'Slow lane Material' and not to be trusted under any circumstances; hardly a Solon more a Dracon.
After cyclone larry 'back a bit' when the banana industry took a belting and bananas were listed in the blue chip pages and needless to say that, only stockbrokers could send their kids to school wiv a nana in their picnic hamper, cos these yellow potassium bombs had reached twelve bucks a kilo at Con the green grocer's in western Sydney, wouldn't like to guess the Double Bay hike.
Eventually after several months, bananas began hitting the stalls from neighboring Banana republics despite the usual ban on imports and pest control regulations. the need to feed and defeat the greed of the slow talking banana benders up in Queensland was given the go ahead. "Time flies like a arrow" so it is said. However "Fruit Fies like a banana"
Strict pest controls on the fruit coming in enabled bananas to become more plentiful and it is now possible to buy bananas around a dollar fifty if you look around. this new oligopoly prevents those charlatans up north having the monopoly and squeezing us southerners.
Anyhow, did you know that only 40 percent of that banana is edible, but the skins make great fertilizer.
I usually have an apple a day 85 per cent consumable and does you more good than a Nana.
A late addition from my niece Christine.
For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free. Here's an update for you: Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.
And as for bananas, Men are like bananas the older they get, the less firm they become.
Why do women always have the last say?
Back later. Vest.
Haven't ventured forth at all for over ten days, a bout of 'Colley Wobbles flu and several other aches and pains have restricted me to pottering in the garden and catching up with elusive problems. The temp today noon 17 CEL yesterday 13 CEL last week 38 Cel and we are almost into mid spring and the weather patterns are going beserk.
Tele marketer(charity) called today, told the towel head that when my income from UK gets back to normal 45P's not 55P's give me a buzz. That goes for junior relatives too. Get yourselves a job during your school hols. fifty bucks tax free if you cut our grass to our liking, 2.5 hrs our mower and fuel,and no free beer.
Had a lazy day in the galley today, knocked up decadent fish & chips with misc veggies with Banana and Custard to follow.
Thinking of bananas.
Festering within the general public prior to the previous General election, lurked the possibility that should PM,(Draft dodger and chicken hawk)John Howard; actually win the election but retire from office thus giving the health minister and treasurer access to the two top jobs in Govt, would be tantamount to Australia being ridiculed worldwide. This is why the electorate voted labour (labor) And avoided having Australia left in charge of two Chumps called "Abbott and Costello".
After a decade of Lib intervention, national pride more flag crap and republic issues will be reshuffled to sort out the Pro's and Con's. Much emphasise is to put on the Aus Flag not becoming A Green Square Flag embossed with a golden Crescent, or Banana.
Whether the Lizard of Oz, Ex PM Paul Keating was getting it right or not, Strayer aint a Banana Republic yet, mainly thanks to Royalists like finally expired ex Queensland premier and peanut farmer, Jo Bonkers Bananas AKA Joh Bjelke-Petersen. Oh I nearly forgot that other twit our leader of the opposition - Malcolm 'The Turncoat' Turnbull; who is real 'Slow lane Material' and not to be trusted under any circumstances; hardly a Solon more a Dracon.
After cyclone larry 'back a bit' when the banana industry took a belting and bananas were listed in the blue chip pages and needless to say that, only stockbrokers could send their kids to school wiv a nana in their picnic hamper, cos these yellow potassium bombs had reached twelve bucks a kilo at Con the green grocer's in western Sydney, wouldn't like to guess the Double Bay hike.
Eventually after several months, bananas began hitting the stalls from neighboring Banana republics despite the usual ban on imports and pest control regulations. the need to feed and defeat the greed of the slow talking banana benders up in Queensland was given the go ahead. "Time flies like a arrow" so it is said. However "Fruit Fies like a banana"
Strict pest controls on the fruit coming in enabled bananas to become more plentiful and it is now possible to buy bananas around a dollar fifty if you look around. this new oligopoly prevents those charlatans up north having the monopoly and squeezing us southerners.
Anyhow, did you know that only 40 percent of that banana is edible, but the skins make great fertilizer.
I usually have an apple a day 85 per cent consumable and does you more good than a Nana.
A late addition from my niece Christine.
For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free. Here's an update for you: Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.
And as for bananas, Men are like bananas the older they get, the less firm they become.
Why do women always have the last say?
Back later. Vest.
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