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heres a little story from way back in the 1960's.
There was a gang of thugs running round holding up chinese market gardeners.
One day two chinese gentlemen turned up in Pukekohe asking questions and the gang turned themselves in to the cops immediately.
You figure it out.
I read Duncan Garner in the Dompost this morning telling about how his house was broken into and the burglars made it obvious.
they were trying to threaten and scare him.
Well I dont give a fuck about fat boy slater.
he thinks he is a tough guy because he works out and he has a following of overgrown muscle boys who want to kiss his arse.
Well the news is for slater is that what goes around comes around and just because he has got away with it for so long hiding under the skirts of Judith Collins does not mean he will get away with it for ever and there are forces out there who will hold him accountable sooner or later.
yes indeedy.
Anyway I hear slater on the wireless this morning claiming that if the New Zealand labour Party left the back door open then its okay for him just to walk in.
Nobody in their right mind would agree with this patently self serving and dishonest apology for criminal behaviour.
Mind you the NZLP is not doing itself any favours when it hands over its most precious resource namely “The Standard” to a bunch of namby pamby gutless pukes who are scared of their own shadows and who bend over backwards to kiss the arse of 'real' (sic) journalists from the MSM who have never done them any favours and never will.
The Standard never has any policy issues and is full of vapid comment and never a mention of the cpi, inflation and pensioner rates.
The crew in charge are more interested in pandering to the sexpol freaks and promoting faux socialist objectives from 1917 that have no bearing on the issues at hand whatsoever.
No wonder the party cant get up in the polls when its best weapon has had its balls cut off by a pack of nitwits who think they are so wonderful.
Anyway fuck em all with a rag dick.
Thats one of Tony Carters.
Nice one Tony.
I dont know what it means but it sounds good.
Suitably scathing for people who dont give a shit about the proletariat and only their own social status as blog operators.
You gang of jellyfish your time is gonna come too when the party finally realises what it has done and takes remedial measures.
Sweetheart Of The Rodeo arrived yesterday by courier.
Too much.
One of the great musical masterpieces of the 20th century.
In one stroke The Byrds invented country rock with this sublime album of Bob Dylan poem/songs, bluegrass gospel and originals by the late great Gram Parsons.
The production is crystal clear and a great gang of sidemen including John Hartford whipping out banjo licks from his copious bag of tricks.
I was busy listening to Jimmy Witherspoon and reading Einstein for dummies.
(Larfs)
Blues with jazz backing and the lead played on the sax.
It took some mental readjustment.
In the event I downloaded Sweetheart to windows media player, put it on random and basked in the effusion of sound mixtures issuing from the speakers.
Went to the Library this morning looking for info on the 19th gentlemen known as ragplanters who went round New Zealand starting broadsheets in townships and settlements all over the country.
I was trying to remember the name of the most famous one so I went to the dictionary of New Zealand Biography and looked through the index and no name 'spoke' to me so I went to the article on Guy Scholefield who wrote Newspapers IN New Zealand and found he was damned with faint praise.
Typical post modern jerkoff to apply standards to the past that the authors of the article would not have the guts to do themselves.
And as a matter of curiosity I went to the section on science and no mention of Roy Kerr who found a new solution to Einsteins field equation describing spacetime curvature outside a rotating star.
Big article on the scientist who invented a new insulator for power transmission but no mention of Roy Kerr.
Ya get that on the big jobs.
Why was I looking for material on the Ragplanters?
Well I am getting bloody sick of Peter Jackson and John Keys hogging space in the press and on teevee swanning about the war memorial Carillion and plans to waste more silver making docos about something they know nothing about.
I wouldnt go to war with either of them.
A programme on early newspapers and the freedom of the press would be too much for persons with the limited vision of jackson and keys.
Jackson has no real eye for machinery and key has a fat head so I guess they are made for each other.
heres a little story from way back in the 1960's.
There was a gang of thugs running round holding up chinese market gardeners.
One day two chinese gentlemen turned up in Pukekohe asking questions and the gang turned themselves in to the cops immediately.
You figure it out.
I read Duncan Garner in the Dompost this morning telling about how his house was broken into and the burglars made it obvious.
they were trying to threaten and scare him.
Well I dont give a fuck about fat boy slater.
he thinks he is a tough guy because he works out and he has a following of overgrown muscle boys who want to kiss his arse.
Well the news is for slater is that what goes around comes around and just because he has got away with it for so long hiding under the skirts of Judith Collins does not mean he will get away with it for ever and there are forces out there who will hold him accountable sooner or later.
yes indeedy.
Anyway I hear slater on the wireless this morning claiming that if the New Zealand labour Party left the back door open then its okay for him just to walk in.
Nobody in their right mind would agree with this patently self serving and dishonest apology for criminal behaviour.
Mind you the NZLP is not doing itself any favours when it hands over its most precious resource namely “The Standard” to a bunch of namby pamby gutless pukes who are scared of their own shadows and who bend over backwards to kiss the arse of 'real' (sic) journalists from the MSM who have never done them any favours and never will.
The Standard never has any policy issues and is full of vapid comment and never a mention of the cpi, inflation and pensioner rates.
The crew in charge are more interested in pandering to the sexpol freaks and promoting faux socialist objectives from 1917 that have no bearing on the issues at hand whatsoever.
No wonder the party cant get up in the polls when its best weapon has had its balls cut off by a pack of nitwits who think they are so wonderful.
Anyway fuck em all with a rag dick.
Thats one of Tony Carters.
Nice one Tony.
I dont know what it means but it sounds good.
Suitably scathing for people who dont give a shit about the proletariat and only their own social status as blog operators.
You gang of jellyfish your time is gonna come too when the party finally realises what it has done and takes remedial measures.
Sweetheart Of The Rodeo arrived yesterday by courier.
Too much.
One of the great musical masterpieces of the 20th century.
In one stroke The Byrds invented country rock with this sublime album of Bob Dylan poem/songs, bluegrass gospel and originals by the late great Gram Parsons.
The production is crystal clear and a great gang of sidemen including John Hartford whipping out banjo licks from his copious bag of tricks.
I was busy listening to Jimmy Witherspoon and reading Einstein for dummies.
(Larfs)
Blues with jazz backing and the lead played on the sax.
It took some mental readjustment.
In the event I downloaded Sweetheart to windows media player, put it on random and basked in the effusion of sound mixtures issuing from the speakers.
Went to the Library this morning looking for info on the 19th gentlemen known as ragplanters who went round New Zealand starting broadsheets in townships and settlements all over the country.
I was trying to remember the name of the most famous one so I went to the dictionary of New Zealand Biography and looked through the index and no name 'spoke' to me so I went to the article on Guy Scholefield who wrote Newspapers IN New Zealand and found he was damned with faint praise.
Typical post modern jerkoff to apply standards to the past that the authors of the article would not have the guts to do themselves.
And as a matter of curiosity I went to the section on science and no mention of Roy Kerr who found a new solution to Einsteins field equation describing spacetime curvature outside a rotating star.
Big article on the scientist who invented a new insulator for power transmission but no mention of Roy Kerr.
Ya get that on the big jobs.
Why was I looking for material on the Ragplanters?
Well I am getting bloody sick of Peter Jackson and John Keys hogging space in the press and on teevee swanning about the war memorial Carillion and plans to waste more silver making docos about something they know nothing about.
I wouldnt go to war with either of them.
A programme on early newspapers and the freedom of the press would be too much for persons with the limited vision of jackson and keys.
Jackson has no real eye for machinery and key has a fat head so I guess they are made for each other.
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