How does taxing airlines or introducing congestion charges for cars reduce carbon emissions? Because they stop people using those means of transport? Horseshit, those industries are growing and expanding, they're not doing it on the back of the investors good nature.
1. Each household is only permitted two vehicles. Unless they’re electric, then you can have more.
Don’t give me that crap about charging an electric car is using fossil fuel at the powerstation, that’s nowhere near the same and you know it.
Why all this fuss about banning Smoking in public areas, it’s just added burocracy and costs when you have to employ people to enforce it (obviously this doesn’t apply to Belgium)
2. Legal minimum age for buying and smoking cigarettes is raised to 30. That should slow the take-up rate.
Ok, easy enough? Let’s tackle teen pregnancy, binge drinking, inner city weekend violence/vandalism, this is so easy it ridiculous…
3. Legal minimum age for drinking alcohol raised to 25. Drinking in the streets is banned completely
This is a huge blow for the alcopop industry and Government revenues. So let’s say bugger the alcopop industry, let it die, remember how the real industries were killed off in the eighties? Just like that, no need to protect this poisonous rrrubbish. Government shouldn’t object, what they lose in revenue, they save in policing, healthcare, street cleaning etc. As an added bonus the Government also gets a generation of people aren’t alcoholics, assuming that’s what they want.
4. Abolish speed cameras and radar guns
Hooray!!.... but just a minute
All road vehicles will be fitted with speed limiters. They managed it with seat belts and Catalysts, it’s not difficult. This technology has been around for years and years and years. Problem is, if it was implemented then we might as well all drive those slow electric cars, there would be no more advantage to the petrol engine.
What about wreckless driving:
5. Road deaths prosecuted as manslaughter
6. Legal minimum age for driving, 25.
In any other walk of life, if someone dies through your carelessness or recklessness you can get 15 years for manslaughter. But if you are speeding on a busy road and kill a mother and her child walking to school what happens? You get a driving ban for 12 months. Remember that one? The Subaru Impreza. Is that the type of car that should be driven by a teenager in a built up area? Of course he'll do it if we let him, it’s up to us to stop this idiocy.
So that’s Binge Drinking, smoking, teen pregnancy, weekend violence, carbon emissions, road deaths and speeding all sorted out.
Sounds like heading into a nanny state? Look at Australia, you can’t walk your dog in the city (that's why they walk upright, they're not the lookout for dogshit all the time), the number of things you can’t do on the beach is at least a two hand count, they actually throw you out of pubs for being drunk. Yes it does feel like a nanny state, but the number of Brits (and people from every other country in the world it seems) that go there for a holiday and never come back is legendary.
Think about it, it sounds heavy but drunk teenagers aren’t going to mend your society.
JJ
Friday, 3 August 2007
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Friday, 27 July 2007
Something in the Air
Seems that a number of bloggers are blogging about sex at the moment and not being one to baulk at stealing ideas and jumping on bandwagons etc I thought should take the opportunity to further my education and contribute to the greater good.
On the kitchen table, in the stairs, bathroom, living room etc not very original but how about actually moving between rooms while "engaged"? I've done it but I'm not convinced that it adds anything. It adds to the effort, which is not really a bonus in my view.
I've tried playing with food, warm and cold, on the whole I don't like anything cold on my skin. Some women love ice cubes on them, not me, can't stand it. Being tied up and teased mercilessly is more my idea of a fun night in, haven't done that for a long time though. Can get a bit hairy if blindfolds are introduced too. But then if you don't trust your partner to be safe/careful the question of blindfolds during bondage might not be your biggest problem.
Needless to say I've tried one or two 'toys', I'm in favour of those but again some things ought to be warmed up before contact/insertion. Lube and textured condoms are easy to get hold of and so definitely worth a try.
Location is always worth experimenting with, the added thrill of being caught and so on. I've tried it outdoors, in some bushes in a park it was hot day so there were Lot's of people out and we could hear various conversations going on around us. When some kids started running around in the bushes we decided to move on, not immediately though, takes time to dis-engage. It works well if you have strong urges (like at the beginning of a relationship), otherwise the sense of danger overwhelms the urge and it won't happen.
Anyone been to a swingers club? I haven't, I don't think I could handle it if I met someone I know there and they actually wanted to "swing" me, or whatever the phrase is, scary. I'd like to know how people justify that, do they just think of it as a hobby? Perhaps its a way of keeping a relationship going where everything else works but the sex. Maybe I'll ask at the HR/Personnel office, they might not know the answer but at least they'll be expecting a stupid question when they see me walk in.
I found this by way of research; alt.com, if you want to meet some people who want to wee on you, have a look, personally I find the term, and the act, "Golden Shower" just plain bizzarre. How that turns anyone on is well beyond my grasp, but that's just one of the many delights awaiting you at the Aladin's cave that is alt.com.
Anyway, while we're on the subject of getting pants down, better get back to work, har, har, maybe that's a bit too close the errmmm...bone so to speak.
Laters!
JJ
On the kitchen table, in the stairs, bathroom, living room etc not very original but how about actually moving between rooms while "engaged"? I've done it but I'm not convinced that it adds anything. It adds to the effort, which is not really a bonus in my view.
I've tried playing with food, warm and cold, on the whole I don't like anything cold on my skin. Some women love ice cubes on them, not me, can't stand it. Being tied up and teased mercilessly is more my idea of a fun night in, haven't done that for a long time though. Can get a bit hairy if blindfolds are introduced too. But then if you don't trust your partner to be safe/careful the question of blindfolds during bondage might not be your biggest problem.
Needless to say I've tried one or two 'toys', I'm in favour of those but again some things ought to be warmed up before contact/insertion. Lube and textured condoms are easy to get hold of and so definitely worth a try.
Location is always worth experimenting with, the added thrill of being caught and so on. I've tried it outdoors, in some bushes in a park it was hot day so there were Lot's of people out and we could hear various conversations going on around us. When some kids started running around in the bushes we decided to move on, not immediately though, takes time to dis-engage. It works well if you have strong urges (like at the beginning of a relationship), otherwise the sense of danger overwhelms the urge and it won't happen.
Anyone been to a swingers club? I haven't, I don't think I could handle it if I met someone I know there and they actually wanted to "swing" me, or whatever the phrase is, scary. I'd like to know how people justify that, do they just think of it as a hobby? Perhaps its a way of keeping a relationship going where everything else works but the sex. Maybe I'll ask at the HR/Personnel office, they might not know the answer but at least they'll be expecting a stupid question when they see me walk in.
I found this by way of research; alt.com, if you want to meet some people who want to wee on you, have a look, personally I find the term, and the act, "Golden Shower" just plain bizzarre. How that turns anyone on is well beyond my grasp, but that's just one of the many delights awaiting you at the Aladin's cave that is alt.com.
Anyway, while we're on the subject of getting pants down, better get back to work, har, har, maybe that's a bit too close the errmmm...bone so to speak.
Laters!
JJ
Monday, 23 July 2007
A Fine Mess
Send this to as many people as you can
Did you know that Oliver Hardy (from Laurel and Hardy) has the same message as Adolf Hitler!!!!????? This is so amazing it has to be true!!!!!!
In Germany, Oliver is actually spelled as Olifer, and Adolf means "A Dolt", ie a fat stupid man, makes sense?? "Hardy", translated to German means "Hard Man" almost the same in English "a hardy man", ie someone who "hit's a lot" which is almost the same as a "hitter" or, in German, "Hitler".
In the silent movies Olifer und Stan were often shown as being broke. But look at them again, they're wearing a suit in every movie. Who wear's a suit in the 1940's??? It doesn't matter that the films were shot in the thirty's, the point is that they were wearing suits during the war when everyone else was broke!
It wasn't until 1976 when even Ian Kilmister was able to muster enough dinero for a bullet belt.
We all know that many Germans went to the US and Argentina to avoid the Nuremburg Trials, did you know that their money funded the movie industry? Well ask yourself this; where else did the money come from? USA was broke from the war.
Stan Laurel's original name was Metro Goldwin. "Metro" as in "Metro-sexual" and "Goldwin" as in "I WON the GOLD from the war, it's a Gold-Win", that's how he sneaked into America. Metro-sexuals have been undermining the silent movie industry since the thirty's, but what can you do about it??
Well here's what you can do: paste this article into a word document, highlight the text, change the font to wingdings, make it bold, size 24, convert it into a pdf, save as .jpg, check for netscape compatibility, take a picture of your arse, put your finger in it, smack yourself over the head with a baseball bat, put your left leg in a bear trap, throw up in a shrubbery, phone pizza slut and go to bed before they come.
If you don't send this to ten people immediately you'll be wracked with guilt for the next fifteen seconds or until the next email/internet junk takes your mind off it, whichever is the sooner, it's up to you.
JJ
PS. why are there so many conspiracy web-sites around? are people really that stupid?
Did you know that Oliver Hardy (from Laurel and Hardy) has the same message as Adolf Hitler!!!!????? This is so amazing it has to be true!!!!!!
In Germany, Oliver is actually spelled as Olifer, and Adolf means "A Dolt", ie a fat stupid man, makes sense?? "Hardy", translated to German means "Hard Man" almost the same in English "a hardy man", ie someone who "hit's a lot" which is almost the same as a "hitter" or, in German, "Hitler".
In the silent movies Olifer und Stan were often shown as being broke. But look at them again, they're wearing a suit in every movie. Who wear's a suit in the 1940's??? It doesn't matter that the films were shot in the thirty's, the point is that they were wearing suits during the war when everyone else was broke!
It wasn't until 1976 when even Ian Kilmister was able to muster enough dinero for a bullet belt.
We all know that many Germans went to the US and Argentina to avoid the Nuremburg Trials, did you know that their money funded the movie industry? Well ask yourself this; where else did the money come from? USA was broke from the war.
Stan Laurel's original name was Metro Goldwin. "Metro" as in "Metro-sexual" and "Goldwin" as in "I WON the GOLD from the war, it's a Gold-Win", that's how he sneaked into America. Metro-sexuals have been undermining the silent movie industry since the thirty's, but what can you do about it??
Well here's what you can do: paste this article into a word document, highlight the text, change the font to wingdings, make it bold, size 24, convert it into a pdf, save as .jpg, check for netscape compatibility, take a picture of your arse, put your finger in it, smack yourself over the head with a baseball bat, put your left leg in a bear trap, throw up in a shrubbery, phone pizza slut and go to bed before they come.
If you don't send this to ten people immediately you'll be wracked with guilt for the next fifteen seconds or until the next email/internet junk takes your mind off it, whichever is the sooner, it's up to you.
JJ
PS. why are there so many conspiracy web-sites around? are people really that stupid?
Friday, 20 July 2007
Leotards
JJ Goes to the Wrestling.
Now this is stretching back almost thirty years so there could be a few gaps and/or licentious liberties but I'll try to keep it straight.
On alternate Tuesday evenings they held Wrestling at our local Civic Hall and my old man was a huge fan so he would take us all along regularly. Mum never went though, somehow this macho shit didn't appeal to her. I didn't understand that at the age of 9 but I think I do now (no, really I mean that, I'm in touch with my squidgy side these days). Thirty years on I managed to drag Girlfriend to see The Revenge of the Sith at Toison d'or even knowing that that was her equivalent my mum going to the Wrestling. So I got one up one the old twat.
Those were the days of Giant Haystacks, Big Daddy, Kung Fu, Dynamite Kid, Rollerball Rocco and so on. Catweazel will always be an old time wrestler to me.
It was just a regular thing for us until uncle J came to visit from India. Then it turned into a whole Roman Gladiator kind of deal. We were buying posters, badges, magazines, hanging in the bar to meet the wrestlers, it got completely out of hand.
One guy, who I'll never forget, was called Kendo Nagasaki, he used to come on stage in a black cloak with a leather/chrome mask accross his face carrying a Samurai sword. When the match started he would have a black fabric mask with white stripes. He didn't lose a match in fifteen years. The idea was that if another wrestler beat him up so badly he could rip his mask off he'd have to reveal his identity. This went on and on and we all wondered about this mysterious oriental man and his strange secrets, "Why can't he be beaten?" He was almost beaten a few times but managed to get himslef disqualified instead or cheated his way out.
Eventually, he retired undefeated, there was an unmasking ceremony at our Civic Hall but somehow we missed it and had to watch it on tv on Saturday afternoon World of Sport. His manager took the mask off and placed it in a ceremonial fire. The wierd thing was he just looked like an ordinary white dude. At that age I was just learning that people who look real on tv aren't always real, Kendo taught me a lesson.
He did some fights without the mask but it was never the same for me and I gradually lost interest. Later he came back with the mask on but the whole wrestling thing was dying out, we'd stopped going, Kent Walton died, Pat Roach went off to do Auf Wiedersein Pet, they took wrestling off the air and eventually World of Sport gave way to Grandstand. Des Lynam did a good impression of Dickie Davies but it turned to mush after he left.
There was an Indian wrestler called Tiger Singh, he runs a pub in Leeds now, I've been there. To Leeds and to the Pub. Not that I made a trip of it, I lived in Leeds and just wandered into his pub one day. He wasn't there but the people talked about him like he was a legend, I thought "obviously none of you ever saw him fight" and then I left (I was on the way to a band practice)
Obviously I live my life like a masked Kendo Nagasaki; undefeatable, unfathomable, inpenetrable. The reality is that I'm just an ordinary brown dude.
JJ
Now this is stretching back almost thirty years so there could be a few gaps and/or licentious liberties but I'll try to keep it straight.
On alternate Tuesday evenings they held Wrestling at our local Civic Hall and my old man was a huge fan so he would take us all along regularly. Mum never went though, somehow this macho shit didn't appeal to her. I didn't understand that at the age of 9 but I think I do now (no, really I mean that, I'm in touch with my squidgy side these days). Thirty years on I managed to drag Girlfriend to see The Revenge of the Sith at Toison d'or even knowing that that was her equivalent my mum going to the Wrestling. So I got one up one the old twat.
Those were the days of Giant Haystacks, Big Daddy, Kung Fu, Dynamite Kid, Rollerball Rocco and so on. Catweazel will always be an old time wrestler to me.
It was just a regular thing for us until uncle J came to visit from India. Then it turned into a whole Roman Gladiator kind of deal. We were buying posters, badges, magazines, hanging in the bar to meet the wrestlers, it got completely out of hand.
One guy, who I'll never forget, was called Kendo Nagasaki, he used to come on stage in a black cloak with a leather/chrome mask accross his face carrying a Samurai sword. When the match started he would have a black fabric mask with white stripes. He didn't lose a match in fifteen years. The idea was that if another wrestler beat him up so badly he could rip his mask off he'd have to reveal his identity. This went on and on and we all wondered about this mysterious oriental man and his strange secrets, "Why can't he be beaten?" He was almost beaten a few times but managed to get himslef disqualified instead or cheated his way out.
Eventually, he retired undefeated, there was an unmasking ceremony at our Civic Hall but somehow we missed it and had to watch it on tv on Saturday afternoon World of Sport. His manager took the mask off and placed it in a ceremonial fire. The wierd thing was he just looked like an ordinary white dude. At that age I was just learning that people who look real on tv aren't always real, Kendo taught me a lesson.
He did some fights without the mask but it was never the same for me and I gradually lost interest. Later he came back with the mask on but the whole wrestling thing was dying out, we'd stopped going, Kent Walton died, Pat Roach went off to do Auf Wiedersein Pet, they took wrestling off the air and eventually World of Sport gave way to Grandstand. Des Lynam did a good impression of Dickie Davies but it turned to mush after he left.
There was an Indian wrestler called Tiger Singh, he runs a pub in Leeds now, I've been there. To Leeds and to the Pub. Not that I made a trip of it, I lived in Leeds and just wandered into his pub one day. He wasn't there but the people talked about him like he was a legend, I thought "obviously none of you ever saw him fight" and then I left (I was on the way to a band practice)
Obviously I live my life like a masked Kendo Nagasaki; undefeatable, unfathomable, inpenetrable. The reality is that I'm just an ordinary brown dude.
JJ
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