20121011 – Rainy Days – Time To Read A Book

Thursday – grey and wet morning, only 16C.


Lazy morning.

After lunch the sun manages an appearance. We venture to the Mall. It’s Wendy’s treat. Fortunately there’s an Apple store so I get to go play and taunt the Apple staff while she marauds up and down the Mall.

Fortunately after 30 minutes shopping she’s had enough.

It’s getting ridiculous, two examples of religious insanity.

Gary Lineker has been forced to apologise after accidentally ridiculing two Muslim footballers during a match commentary on TV. When the players celebrated a goal by dropping to their knees and bowing their heads in the Islamic prayer position, Lineker said it looked as though they ate grass .

Last week, Technologia , a outdoor light projection shown at a contemporary art festival in Toulouse, was the victim, first, of a near-riot, as Muslim youth took to the streets to in ‘outrage’ against the work, and then, of censorship, when the city decided to remove it from the festival. Technologia projects images of Koran verses inside spoked circles. Stewards were present to explain the work to the public and prevent pedestrians from walking on it. However it was later shown without stewards present, and people were able to walk across the images. A group of young Muslims became irate, and a young woman was slapped in the face when she walked over the Arabic letters. Police appeared and an imam quietened the aggressive crowd. 

If they get upset then tough. Get over it. We need to desensitise these fruitcakes and instead of backing down, refraining or pandering to them we need to do more of it until they eventually learn to accept it. I’ll be doing my bit from now on.

More non PC from Oz.

It’s Braille for “suck here”.

It’s the same as a French kiss, only “down under.”

Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Goodyear.

Because when they come, they’re wild and wet. But when they go, they take your house and car with them.

Because they don’t have any balls to scratch.


Friday – must be back home, it’s 12C, raining and blowing a gale – joy. Where’s me long johns?


Note to us, remember to bring warm clothes!

The Lorikeets are even snuggling up to one another to keep warm.

Well, as the weathers so bad it looks like we’ll be having a day in so not much to report. Never mind extra jokes and religious fruitcake stories. Pictures are just random ones from our travels.

We originally planned a trip to the Blue Mountains but as they’ve had 0.5″ snow we pass. Make the most of it catch up on some work and reading. 

At last really get the time to get into the good bits of the Steve Jobs Biography – what creative genius. 

Meanwhile everyone says Melbourne weather can be wet and changeable, yet Sydney actually has more rain.

Sharia in UK?

No jail time for child torturer at Blackburn Lancashire mosque.

The UK dhimmi court system in action: No jail time for child torture at Blackburn Lancashire mosque. This is sharia in the West.

This is Western law, a western court — the UK. A teacher at a mosque who abused, tortured and beat chidren gets a suspended sentence because child abuse is part and parcel of the sharia. Is it any wonder that these children grow up void of humanity?


Judge Robert Altham said Patel had an “outdated understanding of what discipline is”. So his actions are not inherently evil, just outmoded? He added that he was “sure that with formal training”, the 33-year-old would not offend again. So he’ll be given the chance to teach again?

More non PC.

Bruce came home late one night and Sheila says “Where in the hell have you been?” He replies, “I was out getting a tattoo.” “A tattoo?” she frowned. “What kind of tattoo did you get?” “I got a hundred dollar bill on my dick,” he said proudly. “What the hell were you thinking?” she said, shaking her head in disdain; “Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his dick?” “Well, for one; I like to watch my money grow, and two; once in a while I like to play with my money, three; I like how money feels in my hand and lastly; instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want.

Bruce was dying. Sheila sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly: “I have something I must confess before I die.”
“There’s no need to, ” she replied. “No,” he insisted, “I want to die in peace. I must tell you. I’ve rooted your sister, your best mate, her best mate, and your mother!”
“I know,” she replied, ” now just rest and let the poison do its work.”


Prison Versus Work 

IN PRISON……….you spend the majority of your time in a 10X10 cell.
AT WORK…………you spend the majority of your time in an 8X8 cubicle.

IN PRISON………you get three meals a day.
AT WORK………..you get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.

IN PRISON……….you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK…………you get more work for good behavior.

IN PRISON……….the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK…………you’re often required to carry a security card and open all the doors yourself.

IN PRISON……….you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK………..you get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON………you get your own toilet.
AT WORK……….you share the toilet with some people who pee on the seat.

IN PRISON……….they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK…………you’re not supposed to even speak to your family.

IN PRISON………all expenses are paid by the taxpayers.
AT WORK…………you pay all your expenses to get to work, and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN PRISON……….you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK ………..you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.

IN PRISON .you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK………..they’re called managers.


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