Sunday, March 8, 2015

a rose by any other name...

If the people of a democracy are allowed to do so, they will vote away the freedoms which are essential to that democracy.
Snell Putney
The Conquest Of Society, 1972

Constance spry is one of the sweetest smelling roses in existence.
old fashioned now.
but anything any  good is.
Had a yarn with a neighbour this morning.
I told him I would come and prune his rosebush.
someone in their wisdom planted a whole bunch of beauties in our compound.
He said he would do it.
I said no.
I have been trained.
Okay he said and bowed to my experience.
The previous tenant absolutely butchered it.
she was intellectually challenged and she attacked it to the point of death but it has recovered.
time to dead head it and get rid of the suckers.
The guy over the fence at the old folks home has really b*ggered the little rose garden there.
leaving the suckers, pruning in summer, sprinkling the blooms and heavy application of sprays to kill any weeds and he has just about finished it off.
ya get that.
people who haven't got a clue but who think they know everything.
The same ones who complained to google about explicit content on this blog.
(I got a little notice this morning).
any adult who is offended by anything is simply not mature.
the world is the world and accept it or remained forever locked in to a petit bougeoise view of a normative world you never made.
Anyway they are offended in this case because the trick they use is to somehow make you feel inadequate which is directly related to any feelings of sexual inadequacy repressed into the unconscious during infancy.
When they get it thrown back in their faces they flip out.
If its any solace to them then I dont want to screw their ugly wives.
I just want to piss them off.
hahahahahahahahaha.


constance spry

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