Lazy morning. Wendy’s volunteering on the mountain, covering one of my duties.
Off at lunch time for a bike ride, followed by my coffee stop at the hospital and then archery at the NAC.
There I am sat at the hospital, relaxing with a coffee after my ride, when all hell breaks loose. It must be Armageddon, sirens and strobing lights – just what an epileptic needs in an emergency. Everyone just sits there in confounded bemusement. Who’s going to be the first sissy to bolt for the exit? The lime green volunteers calmly continue their duties. Well are we about to be burnt to a crisp? I suppose we’re in the right place if the burns units ready.
Relax, 40 seconds later, by which time 10 people could have been trampled to death in a stampede for the exit along with 3 coronaries due to shock, they announce it’s a “code red drill”. Sounds impressive. Would it not have been more use to announce a drill in advance or at least have the lime greens come around, top up my coffee, bring me the daily paper that seems to have disappeared, and tell me to relax it’s a drill.
Of down to archery. These kids get a great kick out of shooting at pictures of gruesome horror characters. Sadly tuition doesn’t seem to be top of the priorities.
Humming birds have arrived at last. Time to get the humming bird drinks machine out.
Oh, you need a magazine that holds 30 rounds? Is that in case the deer starts shooting back?
When you’re in a hole, stop digging!
Turkey’s deputy prime minister was the target of renewed ridicule yesterday after he tried to defend comments in which he criticised women for laughing — by saying that his views applied to men, too.
Bulent Arinc stoked outrage in a country already riven by debate over the role of Islam in public life — and triggered a wave of internet pictures of women laughing in public — when, speaking at the end of Ramadan, he said: “A woman should be chaste. She should know the difference between public and private. She should not laugh in public.”
Lutfur Rahman, 48, is accused of using illegal tactics to win the mayoral election.
ELECTORAL ALLEGATIONS MAYOR LUTFUR RAHMAN IS FACING:
Voters promised council houses
Told to be ‘good Muslims’ by voting for Mr Rahman
Children of voters given lollipops – halal of course
Council officers bullied and threatened with the sack if they failed to secure votes
Votes were cast in the names of people who were not entitled to be on the electoral register
Numerous postal ballots were stolen and filled in by the same person
Signatures on postal ballots did not match the signatures on application forms previously submitted
A voluntary organisation was given grants in exchange for votes
False allegations were circulated about rival candidate John Biggs, declaring that he was a racist and anti-Islamic
Supporters of Mr Rahman accompanied voters into polling booths and told them who to vote for
Leaflets about Mr Rahman’s political party, Tower Hamlets First, were left in polling booths
Mr Rahman’s supporters were intimidating and made it ‘difficult or impossible’ for voters to get to the polls
Polling station officials folded ballot papers to obscure one of the candidates
Labour votes were crossed out and replaced with votes for Mr Rahman using a different coloured pen
Reading this list you’d think this occurred in some 3rd World barbaric land, but it was in Tower Hamlets, London. Of course once the fundamentalist from the religion of peace have used or abused democracy to get their way, then they’ll inflict Sharia and we can then say goodbye to democracy, freedom of religion or speech, tolerance and civilisation as we know it.
Have a ride down to the Mountain Bike adventure park – pretty awesome place with some scary wooden ramps and berms to ride. Save it for another day, ride down Old Ranch Road, some awesome houses with fantastic views of the mountains.
Then it’s a lazy afternoon catching up on reading etc. Finally finish “Executive Treason”, it’s only taken 8 weeks. I suppose that says a lot about the book although the last half of it was quite fast paced.
In the evening we pick up the chairs, cool box with sandwiches and of course a bottle of wine and head up to Deer Valley for the Disney Concert.
Whoops, somehow a smidgen became a whole bottle of luscious merlot. Well it would have been a sin not to finish it off. Great evening, music and butties were awesome, to say nothing of the wine.
One of the Disney clips they show with the music is of “Mickey Mouse – The Band Concert”. What awesome animation, music and imagination. All from the 1930’s, but absolutely timeless. An all time great.
NRA fights to maintain gun rights for voices in heads.
Unbelievable. You just have to laugh. The religion of permanent offence is at it again. Is there anything that doesn’t offend them. Perhaps we should also ban clapping, singing dancing, make all women take part in black bin liners and not to forget ban women from laughing. Why do we put up with this religious barbaric nonsense? If they don’t like it don’t come to the games, don’t take part and go back to your cave in some 3rd World hell hole.
The Scottie dogs were used as a symbol of Scotland. Each country had their own dog leading them out and each dog wore a tartan coat. It was supposed to show another traditional aspect from the country, and most countries around the world praised the unique decision.
However, some of the Muslim communities have claimed that it was “disrespectful” and that they deserve an apology. The Malaysian community has been extremely vocal about it, considering a team member had to carry the dog out instead of having the dog walk in front. The Pan-Malaysian Islamic Party believes that the organizers should have been more aware of the religious views and been more accepting of them.
We’re both up on the mountain as volunteer hosts today. Quite busy, but considering there are 80,000 people in town for the Kimble Arts Festival – it’s a bit like Sundance but all condensed into 3 days, manic – it’s not too bad. Mind you why anyone would pay $10 for the privilege of going shopping defies rational belief and should be resisted. In true Victor fashion we pass. After all said if Walmart catch wind of it they’ll be charging for going in their stores.
After “work” Todd and Nancy give us a lift around to Marcia’s Barbecue. A typical American sort of do, complete with an all American giant gas barbecue, where Marcia has invited friends, family and fellow mountain hosts to a barbie held at the pavilion on a local sports ground. They provide meat and drinks (alcohol not allowed on the sports grounds, well it is Utah) and everyone brings something – a Jacobs join.
A pleasant evening was had. Meet new people. Hear their stories and share experiences and views. What a great life they lead out here.
Well that’s it decided for me. When I get home I’m disconnecting my Freesat aerial and watching all TV on BBC iPlayer and other catch up services. Thats £145pa saved for a poor pensioner. It’s no longer worth it. What’s more it’s perfectly legal to do so – see text from TV license site:
“The law states that you need to be covered by a TV Licence if you watch or record television programmes, on any device, as they’re being shown on TV. This includes TVs, computers, mobile phones, games consoles, digital boxes and Blu-ray/DVD/VHS recorders.
You don’t need a licence if you don’t use any of these devices to watch or record television programmes as they’re being shown on TV – for example, if you use your TV only to watch DVDs or play video games, or you only watch ‘catch up’ services like BBC iPlayer or 4oD.”
Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about eleven things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1: Life is not fair – get used to it!
Rule 2: The world doesn’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: They called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were:
So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. *This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF.
(Do that on your own time.)
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.
If you can read this…thank a Teacher.
If you can read this in English…thank a Soldier!
Now….think about this and smile. If you don’t agree, go stick your head in the SAND and take a DEEP BREATH!
Well, that’s not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that is inspiring him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Is it possible he’d be happy with just killing me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me?
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a few days to try to come to a conclusion.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click… (sounds of clip being ejected and fresh clip installed)
Wife: “Sweetheart, he looks like he’s still moving, what do you kids think?”
Son: “Mom’s right Dad, I saw it too…”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Daughter: “Nice grouping Daddy”
Wake up, have a few swigs of your favourite tipple, before it’s too late. The so called religion of peace has only one goal.
Then to add even more stupidity, it was decided not to air this piece on TV. Yes, it seems the Aussies have their fair share of loony liberal PC stormtroopers, stomping in their jack boots on anything that may offend the religion of peace or make us more aware of the problem.
I’m on the mountain again covering for Wendy. The Sunday hosts team are the most easy going to work with. Every thing just works like clockwork. Everyone just gets along. No need for lists, timetables, schedules or instructions. Customer comes first.
Sundays also usually a quieter day than Saturday.
As the buses are all to cock, due to the Kimble Arts Festival, I ride in on my bike and arrive as sweaty as a water hogs backside – much too warm. It’s all uphill getting there, evidenced by the ride home not needing any peddle power, all down hill cruising.
There’s something quite refreshing though about riding to work on a bike. Haven’t done that since we lived in Market Harborough back in the 1970’s.
Easy day spent mainly doing surveys. Get to chat with some really interesting people.
In the evening there’s more Dexter. Finally on the 8th season. Just need to manage to stay awake.
Since gun control is way too wacky of an idea, maybe we should just laminate everyone in Kevlar instead.
Barack Obama at a recent rural elementary school assembly in East Texas, asked the audience for total quiet. Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands once every few seconds, holding the audience in total silence.
Then he said into the microphone, ‘Children, every time I clap my hands together, a child in America dies from gun violence.’
Then, little Richard Earl, with a proud East Texas drawl, pierced the quiet and said: ‘Well, stop clapping!’
A 9 year old goes off hunting on his own. Gun goes off accidentally and kills him.
Parents pushing their kids to enjoy guns. Their tradition of guns and hunting to be passed on. Even so called Zombie hunting with their kids.
To put it into perspective +30,000 kids a year are killed or injured from gunshots. But, hey remember the NRA motto “Guns don’t kill, people do”.
Yes we’re in Utah. Home state of the Mormons, but fear not Park city is a haven of sanity, a sodom and Gomorrah up in the mountains, even though we’re surrounded by Mormons. Now for those of you who don’t know about this weird religion (mind you what religion isn’t weird) here’s South Parks take on it.