Mr. Cellophane

Welcome home

2009-11-08T01:15:00.000-08:00

What has seemed an eternity has eventuated. That point of contact that you thought you may never receive has been initiated. Bewildered you stand in awe as a phone call places a missing loved one only a street away from the position you are at in that moment in time. The approach of a timid figure, the overwhelming wash of emotion and an embrace you will remember for an eternity.

Welcome home my baby girl.

The Counterproductively of Revenge

2008-10-29T07:03:00.000-07:00

Set for execution are those responsible for the Bali bombings. I was listening to a late night talk back show on the radio which discussed this issue. The host is normally opposed to the death penalty but openly stated that his opinion on this matter was the inverse. Callers were in support and even claimed to want to witness the executions.

I am against the executions and the death penalty. What I heard on the radio station was nothing more than blood lust and revenge. What is more, you are granting those to be executed the level of martyrdom, something that they have openly expressed to want and ironically tried to avoid by exhausting every avenue of appeal. By keeping them alive and incarcerated you are keeping them as examples to the world that these people are really cowards and that they will die in a cell not as a martyr but a prisoner of a crime against humanity. What is more, by keeping them alive, their supporters expose themselves. The amount of intelligence that can be gained by motioning supporters has the potential to prevent any future occurrence. By granting these people their martyrdom will give silent examples anti social cells to follow and provide them with anonymity to move freely.

Our goal is supposed to be preventing anther Bali, 9/11, London and Spain bombings. Not cry and lust for revenge for such incidents that may be yet to come. To do so is to make the innocent victims die in vein. They are the true martyrs and have the capacity to be heroes in the way we deal with and exposing anti social cells.

Hypocrisy

2008-10-18T01:45:00.000-07:00

I am just minutes on form talking to the police in front of my parent’s house. A man who seemed to be intoxicated asked me for help because he was being followed. Now every story has two sides and what I could see that there was a man and a young boy walking the bottom of the street.

The man that had approached me went to his friend’s place across the road and who had just arrived while I rang the police at his request. While he was across the road another man, apart form the one accompanying the child turned up and confronted him. All I could hear form my vantage point were claims of pedophilia and threats of physical injury to this man.

I had not seen the event in question so I was in no place to judge. If the claims were true I would be first in line to condemn the man who had asked for my assistance. But now the men confronting the one who asked for my assistance grew in number and his friend had asked him to leave. The group was joined by women and another boy.

During all this my mother and grand mother arrived home form church. The police arrived and while my family was in the house, none came out. Instead all they did was to close the front door, effectively locking me out of the house while I kept vigil to see this man did not get hurt and his side of the story be told.

There is the hypocrisy. So called Christians getting the opportunity to practice what they preach and the best they could do was close the door.

The confrontation ended peacefully for those who are interested and the parties went their separate ways.

Bush Turkey

2008-09-27T03:20:00.000-07:00

I used to think the only wild turkey in Australia came out of a Burbon bottle. Today I was proven wrong by a close encounter with a bush turkey.

Hand Caught in the Cookie Jar

2008-08-19T21:12:00.000-07:00

There is a line in the Indiana Jones films that rings true. While standing before a class he announces that “Archeology is the search for ‘Fact’, not truth”. He then suggests that if his students are looking for “truth” that they attend the theology class down the hall. What he failed to mention is that the meaning of fact is subject to its interpretation. Hence making it, almost, as meaningless at truth as you have to have some faith in the interpretation for it to be true.

This all goes beyond the scope of what I am ranting about. My rant is based on the actual experiences and patterns that I have observed when confronting people with “fact”. Gone are the days of honor, where a person would admit to a fact and face the consequences of their actions. We live in a world of paranoia where the facing of a face it met with shock. “Facts”, are now seen as a danger. A person is unwilling to accept responsibility for having their hand caught in the cookie jar. Like a cornered animal it will evoke the fight or fight syndrome. With the only way out being past you, they will barge at you to get past or fight with mud. This is an understanding that I came to long ago. My reactions of understanding the actions were not understood by a friend in a recent conversation.

I had an incident that my primitive actions would have been to do physical harm to the perpetrator of a crime toward me. My understanding of their reactions to the facts was greeted quizzically and not really understood. What they don’t understand is that I have invited to battle and the first thing to do is understand my enemy. If I react on instinct then all I achieve is a brawl with either no end or a best man standing situation. I can charge in with justifiable demands and enter his battle ground. I can expend my resources in skirmishes that would be best used in a crushing blow. As they are backed into a corner and wish to sling mud, I can listen to where they believe my weaknesses are. I can let them divulge their battle plan for the mess they have caused. In so, they show their weaknesses and vulnerabilities. The more desperate their justifications are the more unstable their battle ground becomes.

I have no time for truth anymore but fact. It seems that truth is the area in faith and I have lost my faith in humanity but have learned to understand its predatory mechanisms.

A Walk in the Forest

2008-08-12T22:18:00.001-07:00

If I never went to the forest behind your childhood home I would never have known where you had gone. I know that a year ago you left us to find peace and it is there I can felt your presence. When I saw it I can understand why you would be there.

On an otherwise insignificant day you waited till you were on your own to take your journey. You didn’t want to burden those around you and quietly went about what had to be done. This is so in character with the way you lived your life. All you wanted was your false teeth so that you could look presentable before departing.

There is no fanfare today and that is most probably how you would like it. I only wanted to tell you that you are missed.

Truth in Advertising

2008-08-05T06:32:00.000-07:00

My reaction to a feminist's comments that men would not like advisements demeaning the size of their manhood. Well a NSW government have been doing it for a while now.

Clear Enough?

2008-08-02T21:14:00.001-07:00

To all those wanting to know my reaction to the lesbian couple suing an IVF doctor for a second twin, there it is. They lost their case in the Supreme Court and I am tired of interviews tying to justify their behavior. Why are they now not under investigation by the relevant authorities as suitable parents and have both children removed form their care? And, what if, the doctor had terminated one of the children and its behavior was not to their liking, would they have tried to sue the doctor for terminating the wrong twin?

They are reported as saying that they were deeply disappointed with the courts decision. That is understandable; they didn’t get a man to pay for raising their child. Which makes them no different form any other single mother that expects the same.

To their clams over relationship stress caused by having a twin: I have already given my suggestion.

Serpent’s Defeat

2008-07-30T16:54:00.000-07:00

Proudly he looms over the cold blooded legless tyranny. The venomous coil of flesh lies dead at his feet. Now nothing more than a mass of dead rope.

Frustration.

2008-07-26T02:27:00.000-07:00

Why do some keep hassling for results while hindering the process? Again I am faced with the questions as to when something will be ready by the very people that have moved the equipment that I need for the job. When I ask for said equipment, invariably I get the same answer. They do not know and will not lift a finger to help find it. Even when it was they that moved it and what right did they have to touch it in the fist place.

I am tired of finding hiding places for things that I do not want others to touch but it has come to that. I have an order in which I keep things and a system to approach jobs. Now my little cashes are being raided. What sick pleasure do people get out of making two second jobs last for hours in the searching for equipment that should be at hand.

Grace

2008-07-24T21:50:00.001-07:00

Sometimes the picture does all the talking for you.

Shrouding the Emptiness.

2008-07-23T06:53:00.001-07:00

I was a party to a conversation that made me reflect. There was a time where I felt nothing more than a hollow shell. Where my clothes shrouded nothing more than a shroud for an empty being and my mind pondered the notion of making the outer shell match the inner nothingness. This refection gave me an insight to a dark world I thought was the realm of cowards. Had I not experienced a situation that drove me to this contemplation I would still feel the same. Yet does this knowledge make me wiser or weaker?

Simple Treasures

2008-07-12T06:53:00.000-07:00

There are some things that you can’t put a price on and moments you would never expect to be so valuable.

Done Found Me A Bear

2008-06-28T01:35:00.001-07:00

Far from my best efforts at photography but I challange anyone to get the real camera out of the boot when this guy is next to your car.

Welcome to Hazard

2008-06-13T11:48:00.000-07:00

I don’t know about you but a tank as a welcoming tool seems a little ironic but as I have discovered they are common place. Hmmm… better behave.

Respect All Life

2008-06-07T12:52:00.000-07:00

A celebration to the ideals of Albert Einstein using painted bears. Each nation being painted by a esteemed artist form that nation. Australia being represented by Ken Done.

Drive the Ukraine

2008-06-04T06:32:00.001-07:00

Where accidents become monuments.

Sleepy Moments

2008-06-03T13:23:00.001-07:00

Weather you identify yourself as the horse pulling the load or the driver, one universal constant remains: sometimes you just need to stop and take a break.

Dawn

2008-05-06T03:30:00.000-07:00

With the coming of the new morning we remember that those we love are not with us. Despite the absence of their physical presence, we carry their memory as they trail a new path. For those that we love are never gone we only need to close our eyes to see them now.

Feelings of Eduard Delacroix

2008-05-02T18:24:00.001-07:00

For those of you who don’t know the movie “The Green Mile”, Eduard was a character that was to be put to death for a crime. During his extinction, he was betrayed by a nasty little cuss and then had, what was to be a clean and relatively painless death, sabotaged. I know that one person out there will think that this is a martyr’s rant but at the moment I feel like I have been strapped to my own private electric chair.

In a few days I do to do something that I am dreading. Only to find out, the night before my brother’s wedding, I have had my brother take a large sum of money from me, the will I had left in his care not actioned and placed in a situation that would have ruined my other bother’s wedding if I didn’t restrain myself.

I am now faced with trying not to let a friend down and am feel the shame of not being able to help. I am going on a trip which is akin to the sabotaged execution mentioned above and all because I have trusted unconditionally. A slap in the face I have been wearing time and again and expected to cope with, where others do not seem to realize that I know the truth behind things and want to carry on as if I didn’t. Like the false face of Percy, I have let on that I have known only to be greeted with lies in return.

So to be prepared, in the event of my switch being thrown, to those I have said, “I love you”, it was always sincere and never a throw away string of words. To those I have offended, I apologize. To those who have taken from me, I wish you find joy in your hollow lives.

I have tried to atone for my wrongs and if that is not enough, I did my best.

Mailbox Monday

2008-04-27T21:19:00.000-07:00

I found Percy’s house and wonder if the Easter Bunny is really the Fat Controller in a rabbit suit.

A Fraction Out

2008-04-26T21:40:00.001-07:00

Most things in life are absolute, you live or you die, you achieve successes or you fail. Then there is that area that does not fit on the black and white scale. That area that makes no sense and you find that leads to a wonderland when you explore it. It is much like a hidden station that is ready to whisk you away if only you can find its entrance. You usually find it hidden and in plane view, it was always there but because it did not fit into your black and white scale, it doesn’t look anything like you perceive it should.

It reveals itself at the most unusual time, when you are near breaking point and not on one platform or the other and you don’t find the entrance but stumble onto it when blindly fleeting form one to the next. It is that wrong turn that finds you in a place you have not been before. There you are so over come with confusion and wonderment that the state that found you find this place fades and there you are left to explore a grey area.

You don’t know what to find here but the more you look the more you find and reality seems to disappear. But you have made the tragic mistake of leaving yourself contactable. The world you left behind is hunting you down to bring you back to black and white. So you leave your little novena as those thoughts in this place would spoil it.

But I have found the entrance to my platform 9 ¾ and no hospital or doctor is taking that away from me. I stand on the precipice of a new horizon whose soil I will spoil either with boots or wheels. Either way it is a land that I will return too and never come back form.

Pee TV

2008-04-22T16:33:00.001-07:00

In my travels I stumbled onto an idea that I think is both interesting and wrong. While the pic above may seem innocent enough but its location is what has me worried. Now it may be true that some men cannot go without their sport but a restaurant has taken it to the extreme for this little screen is locate at eye level above a urinal. There is something not right standing next to a man expelling his bodily fluids and getting excited at his team about to score. Or seeing men huddling together to see the game while peeing either. While it may be a novel concept, the thought of rouge trouser wetting is off putting.

Blowing Off Steam

2008-04-21T05:47:00.000-07:00

Some people will go to extreme measures to blow off a little steam.

Tea Party Blues

2008-04-20T09:13:00.000-07:00

I wrote earlier about a buck’s party that should more aptly be labeled a “Tea Party”. I have two brothers that are currently engaged. I wrote my mind on the fiancée to the groom to be but it is my other brother’s fiancée that has me up in arms. The best man decided that if there was to be no stripper that he would employ a lingerie waitress to serve drinks and nothing more. Honestly you would see more flesh at any beach on any given sunny day than what was on display that night.

That being said, the fiancée in question has left my brother on the grounds that he had lied to her about the going on’s at the bucks party, a brother that left when she waitress turned up so as to avoid this problem. I have two pussy whipped brothers. The image above was not taken at the event but is what the two fiancées would like to believe that even was like. So to aid them I have done a photo shop composite to help their image because there was nothing I could take at the event that could suit.

Unwanted Memories

2008-04-15T05:19:00.000-07:00

This is the dread every time my friend comes around; he always wants to walk down memory lane. Today he saw a project I was working on and later sent me a picture I had long forgotten. The original to the picture above was taken many years ago. I thought I had lost all photos of me when I was younger but apparently there is still one in his possession. So he sent me a scan of this one because he knows that I am going to burn it if I ever get my hands on it. Since I broke my back, memories like this, is something I don’t need.

Mailbox Monday

2008-04-13T19:31:00.001-07:00

I found the Fintstones

Harley on a Honda

2008-04-12T20:31:00.000-07:00

Japanese motorcycles have tried to copy the classic Harley design for years. Not content with that they have now reverted to their own designs with the Fat Boy on top.

Who Said Rainy Days Are Not Eventful.

2008-04-08T00:20:00.000-07:00

Here I was thinking it was going to be a dreary rainy day with nothing much to do or see when a careless driver soon fixed that situation. Even though they had to cut the back door out of the white car, no one was hurt.

Mailbox Monday

2008-04-06T18:15:00.000-07:00

If pigs fly, do you get air mail?

There Is No Such Thing as Secret Men’s Business.

2008-04-05T20:56:00.000-07:00

Next week is my brother’s buck’s party and his best man has organized it with my brother’s help. They had planned that there would be a stripper there and there was no secret made of the fact. My brother rang me today and informed me that his bride to be has taken offence to this and has issued an ultimatum “There is to be no stripper of there will be no wedding”.

I don’t care if there is one there or not as I am going for my brother. What I have taken offence too is the ultimatum. I am appalled that the bride to be is trying to assert her dominance over him and take control of the proceedings. Especially when she had been informed the whole time of the plans and no such courtesy has been extended about her hen’s night.

Having worked in the wedding industry, I can say that, on the whole, buck’s parties are quite tame affairs as compared to hen’s nights. Perhaps my brother’s fiancée would prefer that we have a tea party with scones. I know that she has a night out planned with the girls and no details other than that are forthcoming.

Which brings me to weddings in general which are all about the bride. The groom is nothing more than the money bags that stands there and pays for some woman to live a fairytale for a day. In the case of my brother, it is she that has the final say on all the plans and it is typical of most weddings. The one day that my brother gets to celebrate with friends and family in a manner in which he has chosen is now too marred by her dominance.

Enough is enough. The writing is on the wall for my brother and if he cannot see that he is going to be under the thumb of a control freak for the rest of his married days then I have the perfect wedding gift for you. A gelding knife.

Inner Screams.

2008-04-03T23:02:00.000-07:00

When all you have to do is run with the facts, people want to embellish them with useless chatter. The decision has been made and all I have to do is make a simple transfer and it is all done but while I am waiting, and been hurried to a location I don’t want to be right now, I have time to write a protest while waiting for the last minute change in pans to be reverted back to the original and the right people informed.

I am sitting here screaming inside “Why change the plans on a whim without thinking?” Why do people do this to me all the time? If you make a decision then stick to it like people expect me too. I have to remain steadfast in my decisions in everything I do.

Finally a decision and I can get back to doing what it is I have to.

They Redundancy of Man.

2008-04-01T02:56:00.001-07:00

Thank you 60 minutes for showing the world your piece on designer babies. How women are now out there with web sights, shopping for a child instead of concentrating on a relationship. The lack of men and finding the right man seems to be the problem that is most commonly sighted in the interviews with women you presented. However, you ignored the issues that ensue form such activities and the financial benefits that single mothers by choice receive. Subsequent research has shown that these women who are single mothers by choice are entitled to the baby bonus, are entitled to family assistance payments and, if necessary, single mothers pension. It does not take a mental genius to see that any initial cost is recovers and profited on.

The male of the species is now in as much decline as they were during the days of Egyptian and Roman rule. Men are seen as nothing more valuable as a bull for beef production. Only the prize bull is kept and milked for reproductive capability while the rest go to either bullock teams for manual labor or beef production, while the self-made mothers are now nothing more than a cow with the ability to shop.

If the trend continues then the men will never get the joy of being a father and knowing and nurturing the growth of an infant. Your article only proves that men are only good for going to work to keep the economy going and paying taxes to support women who chose to raise children on their own.

Your presentation only shows the human race as nothing more than a cattle herd.

Blowing in the Wind

2008-03-19T22:56:00.000-07:00

Here is a legacy of our modern ingenuity, a monument for all future ages that we are no smarter than we were hundreds of years ago. We take the idea of using wind use state of the art technology to mimic what our ancestors have known for centuries. If we put an air foil on an axel, the wind will turn it. How clever are we to do nothing more than make variable pitched blades on the axel and make our windmills so much bigger.

But unlike the windmills the Dutch have been using for centuries, you cannot fix these monstrosities with the use of some spare canvas and a ladder. Or use a spare sheet of tin, like farmers have done, for again, centuries. You need a crane and extraordinary amount of manpower and time to replace a single blade worth millions and unit remains off line for a substantial period.

What’s next? Do we use a modified paddlewheel in a river to do the same things that the Chinese have done for thousands of years? Do we make the cost so extraordinary and make contraptions hard to maintain and cost a fortune?

I am all for alternative energy but to mimic our ancestors and make a mess of the whole thing is another thing all together. Somewhere, no thought has gone into maintenance and initial cost. I took this photo at a “Wind Farm” outside Blaney. It has a viewing area so that you can see how intelligent and advanced we have become.

All I can say is what a travesty.

Dragon Fly Wings

2008-03-12T00:56:00.000-07:00

Some people are known to have accidents trying to shoo out a bug while driving. Then there are silly people like me who try to photograph them while driving. Just so you know I did pull over but left him on my windscreen while I drove on.

Bad Ideas

2008-03-11T03:45:00.000-07:00

Pulling out in front of a truck and not giving it room to stop.

Moths

2008-03-06T15:41:00.000-08:00

Not sure what to say about this other than it was a huge moth and made an interesting pic.

Along Came a Spider

2008-03-05T16:05:00.000-08:00

Now it is annoying when you follow the same path all the time and find that you have walked straight into a Spider’s web. Then you see the thing that made the web and it is huge.

Recording Expletives Can Save Your Sanity

2008-03-03T14:43:00.001-08:00

Today’s mobile phones have a plethora of gadgets that take ages to explore. One such function of my phone, (which I have owned for over a year now) is a voice recorder. Last weekend I used it to record a verse that I imitate in bad humor. It is a set of expletives directed to a dog. If you herd it not knowing the context is sounds racist.

Having met the author of the verse, over the weekend, I took the time to ask him to recite his verse for me. Though bemused at such a request he did and not knowing the device that well had set it as my ring tone. It gave me a quizzical look when I heard the expletives while driving.

I later learned it to be a means to keep your sanity when having repetitive useless ramble aimed at you. Play the little recording and people tend to not talk to you anymore and look at you shocked. I can honestly say that it saved my sanity.

Robert Landon’s Notebook

2008-03-02T15:11:00.000-08:00

Robert Landon. “Symbols are a Language…as the saying goes; a picture says a thousand words but which words”

Intenerate for me this image..

If you had thought it looks like a simple equation that if you shower with this product and use this spray you will end up with multiple women you would be incorrect as examination of symbols tell a different story.

If you noticed it is enclosed in brackets on each end. This is the symbol of a woman’s vaginal opening with the equation inserted inside of it. This denotes how to achieve getting inside that opening.

A closer look at the formula and the first character looks like showering with a certain product.

The second that you should use a certain spray.

The third that you will end up with two women.

In essence the misinterpretation would read that you will end up with a threesome of one man and two women if you follow these steps. How ever it is incorrect.

If you look closely at the effigy of the woman on the right, you will notice that it is adorned with two symbols of man and that they are joined. (the symbol for man being an upward facing triangle)

And one of woman its own. . (A downward facing triangle)

And the squared symbol in the upper right hand corner gives the result a whole new meaning.

The resulting interpretation then reads, that if you take that two squared equals four and that one squared still equals one, that if you follow the steps indicated, while pursuing a females opening. a single male (denoted by the effigy in the centre), will find himself thinking he is going to have a threesome with two women when in actual fact he will end up having sex with four men while being watched by one woman. If he employs this formula to get there.

You may have noticed that there are characters in blue.

The reverse “Z” being the symbol for ban or undo, hence serving as a warning to remove or not do.

the removal of the blue portions the equation looks like this.

Its interoperation then changes, that if you have a clean penis and a muscular physique you may have sex with two naked women at once. So in essence this lithograph then serves as a warning, "Do not use this product if you want this desired effect".

Robert Langdon.

Mailbox Monday

2008-03-02T10:38:00.001-08:00

Environmentally friendly letterbox. I wonder if they only accept letterers written on recycled paper.

Happy Birthday Granddad

2008-03-01T23:22:00.000-08:00

This is the first year I didn’t get to shake your hand or give you a hug. This is also the first year we didn’t share a bad dirty joke that would se us giggle and everyone look at us with scorn. So I am offering you a prayer:

Dear Lord,

May Jozef’s Bacardi always cold and his women hot.

Happy birthday.

Some Days You Just Can’t Win

2008-02-29T18:14:00.000-08:00

Getting my car back after three weeks with the pain mobile should be a blessing and I thought it was till I tried to connect my trailer to her. It seems panel beaters do not make good auto electricians. Not only did the trailer lights not work at all, I got a fault message that I now have to seek out and the battery went flat on me. Thank goodness she still drives as well as she ever did.

What a Day

2008-02-26T17:06:00.001-08:00

Sometimes you have one of those days that seem to have everything and yesterday was one such day. It started by rushing my neighbor to hospital because she had a mini-stroke and I thought that would be enough. I then got to see my car because the repairers have a difficulty with something, so I am off to try and sought that out today. The TV is broken which means no soccer….Yay. I got a call from a mate to try and sought out his car for a registration inspection, a Lightning bolt hitting a pole next to me (never saw that before), a hail storm, a road trip through a storm, a car moving on its own as I was walking toward it, a threat and last but not least a beer (which felt so good even though I don’t drink). The other bonus was I got to here the Popey theme for the fist time in years.

Yep some days just have bits of everything.

Mailbox Monday

2008-02-24T04:49:00.001-08:00

It all started like this, a drive and you see something unusual by the side of the road and you think it will make a great pic. Then you read someone else’s blog and now have excuse to hunt down these unusual monuments and post them. These mailboxs started me on my quest. In the days of old it was common to behead a foe and place their head on a pike as a sign of your victory. Now days you can use them to receive your mail too.

Now I am a blogging moron so I am supposed to link back but will do that once my education levels exceed that of just being able to post (for pity sake it took me ages to learn how to add images). So if you have gotten here I am sure the page back button will get you back to someone smarter than I. If you wish to comment so I can learn who you are please do so and I promise to visit and will link when I learn how.

Happy Mailbox Monday.

C.P.R. Barbie

2008-02-21T18:37:00.001-08:00

Toy manufacturers are being set to release C.P.R. Barbie. Parenting groups are outraged when one toddler got injured when trying to perform his skills on a midget.

Typically Male

2008-02-19T19:21:00.001-08:00

When it comes to flowers, I have no idea what they are called and it surprises me the plethora of names they have. I do however appreciate them and think they are pretty. I got told this is a Dahlia and as mentioned I have no grounds with which to object. I just like it.

Public Service Announcement

2008-02-17T15:37:00.000-08:00

Authorities warn that having a chocolate fountain can be a child dining hazard

Close-up’s

2008-02-14T21:03:00.001-08:00

A public alert has been issued that some seagulls are now flying off with your cameras. Sometimes they tend to drop them in the most awkward of places.

Fading to the Background

2008-02-13T00:46:00.000-08:00

When someone you care about deeply calls themselves a creature and then tells you what they don’t deserve, it is upsetting. It becomes anger because you feel you have been placed in a position where no matter what you say or do is going to be of help. You see the seam’s of their ego open and you want to mend them but can’t. Their esteem oozes from the gaps but you have nothing to fill the void with. Recognition of your actions is missed because they want to be spoon fed the words. But to spoon feed those words is open for interpretation and can be later taken as hollow.

Then you come to a point were you assess how much you are a part of this problem and see that It may be your fault, so you become less involved, even though you don’t want too. You want this person to be a part of your life that you will settle with the less frequent contact than not at all. You want to tell them that you are there for them when they need you. You wish you could find a way to say that they are the most beautiful thing on this earth to you.

But silence seems to be the only thing that comes out of your mouth and you fade to the background because I don’t have the words convince you of my integrity.

Stumping the Orgasm

2008-02-12T21:56:00.001-08:00

Sir Paul McCartney and Heather Mills divorce has been given a lot of media attention of late, especially since she is trying to get 170 million dollars U.S. from the former Beetle. The notoriety of the celebrities involved is of no consequence. What is is that for the four year marriage she wants a sizeable amount for breaking a prenuptial agreement. It is reported that her council have ceased to represent her due to non payment and she has elected to represent herself in court.

It is typical of the “give me”, attitude “some” women seem to possess when facing divorce. They instigate proceedings, cry poor and want the estranged husband to support the court case against him and then try to take as much as they can. It is an affront to other women that these women are equating the word “wife” with “prostitute”. She has rejected 20 million with a further 2.5 million every year until their daughter turns 18.

Mills was not there to support McCartney while he was making his money, nor should she be rewarded for breaking a prenuptial agreement. McCartney has made a generous offer even when he should be giving her nothing.

The private affairs of the two have been aired in court, with Mill’s former lover admitting to a six month affair. Even admitting that when rubbing her stump the right way she would achieve orgasm. It does make you wonder if her being wobbly one her prosthetic leg, during her appearance on dancing with the stars, could now be attributed to other reasons.

The Heavens Took Away My Baby

2008-02-11T16:03:00.001-08:00

Nearly two months ago, while on a pleasant day out, the heavens opened up and granted the earth a gift. It bestowed on us some of the largest hail stones I have ever seen. From a sanctuary I was able to retrieve on one but there were lager ones to the one pictured.

In the line of fire was my car, Bindi Blue. To some it may seem weird to give your car a name but it is a personal trait that I have done with every vehicle I have owned. The result of which, turned her once clean lines to resemble more of a lunar landscape.

With the major amount of damage done by the hail it has taken two months to get her to be repaired and it will be a while till she is. I have been given a loan car yesterday but I miss my Bindi. Like a lover above your station, I feel unworthy of Bindi but so blessed at the same time. Our last major journey together was a wild and wet trip that inspired my last post. It was because of her that I was able to survive the lunatic, that seemed hell bent on running me off the road.

I was called a car snob yesterday, I disagree, I am a Bindi snob as she is my baby

A Swerve to the Left

2008-02-09T17:02:00.000-08:00

I would like, if I may, to tell you of a strange journey. While it is true, that our hero Mr. Cellophane and his car Bindi Blue, had taken this trip numerous times before, it is also true that he was exhausted form an eventful few days. It is also true that it was raining, clouds thick and heavy. It was on a dark stormy night, a night that would end in frustration more than infamy.

Cue the Time Warp as background music.

It’s astounding, the rain is beating,
There is madness… on the road.
A silly young driver
With his mates are all speeding.
I have to, keep control.

I remember a silly young driver,
Swerving across the road,
The dread start to fill me,
As a collision was calling.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

It’s just a swerve to the left,
And then a swerve to the right.
Put your foot on the break
And pull your hand break tight
Then there’s that violent spin
That really drives you insane.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

The rain it was beating,
The street is all gleaming.
Slow down and forget him.
No, not at all.
He’d slow down to match me.
Then geek tried to ram me.
Now high on adrenaline, I see all

With a bit of a break flip,
You’re into a side drift
get it wrong and nothing will ever be the same
Your heart populations,
Like on medication

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

Well I was driving on my own
just keeping my own
When a car full of goons did an evil thing
They tried to pass
And they’d run out of steam
And on the flats they tried to disroad me
They tried to ram and then swerve at me
And then stop dead right in front of me.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

It’s just a swerve to the left,
And then a swerve to the right.
Put your foot on the break
And pull your hand break tight
Then there’s that violent spin
That really drives you insane.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

Setup

2008-02-07T16:50:00.000-08:00

There are those that think that I have posted with hidden meaning. When being told of this I did do one and made no secret of it. I knew that what ever I did post would have been met with opposition but did it anyway in a different way to which I had originally thought. I thought the original idea may have been offensive so the pictures I took I have sent to the subject and they can do with them as they will. The fact is that the person that I aimed my last post too has not contacted me to voice offence. I did attack their height but then again, I have done this in person. I know that the person implied reads my blog so if I have offended I apologize.

Till now there have been no hidden meanings in my posts. I did attempt some humor in an attempt to keep me blogging. The humor and the blog is my own and I make no apologies for the content as you are free to not read it if you so desire. If you think that I am going to give out deep personal secrets on this blog, then think again. If I have do offend, I will apologize as it is not my intent. Hence, why I never name names or post photos of people I know personally. The content I usually write about is benign in nature and is that way because it is for public viewing.

I am angered that I was setup; I am appalled that I was equated to another as I didn’t do anything behind anyone’s back. I allow anonymous commenter’s and invite opinion both positive and negative. To the objector, make your opposition public so all know that you were offended. To the implied, I apologize in advance if offence was taken.

I made a pledge this year that I am not going to be suffocated in my opinion or humor. I am not going to change for anyone and if you cannot accept me for me then thank you for reading my blog and I wish you all the very best for the future.

Hobbit Camp Chairs

2008-02-07T02:36:00.001-08:00

The land of Hobbiton has been busy in a new industry. It seems that home brewing and growing tobacco have taken a back seat to furniture making, their latest release include these plush camp chairs. Perfect for the Hobbit to play a guitar on after a heavy day’s fruit picking.

The Devil’s T-shirt

2008-02-06T20:30:00.000-08:00

I had planned to use this pic as a jovial tribute to my regular commenter, “Devil’s Advocate”. I bought it yesterday while looking through a pile of T-shits that were on sale. As soon as I saw it I had the idea mentioned above as it seemed like a funny idea at the time.

However the events of the last two days seem to be synonymous with help the face on the T-shirt would give. I had planned a day out that went sour at the outset. I am loosing my car next week as she goes in for repairs for hail damage, so I was trying to see things before I get grounded. The cause of the non day out could not be helped and was understandable. But after a great day spending time with a friend, I had to brave a trip home in a storm that nearly took me off the road more than once while suffering a headache cause by an old injury.

I had to be home because my family sought the use of my box trailer today. Since I will not have the use of my car next week, they wanted me to move some rubbish from their recent kitchen renovation. However I got drafted into playing mason, as my father cannot use a grinder to save his life and was quickly running out of stone for his little project. I then retrieved my trailer from where it is stored only to find that the house was empty when I got back so no help with the rubbish removal. Since the junk comprises of an old oven and fridge, I was not going to move it on my own.

Also due to a little accident yesterday with my mobile phone, I had to re-boot the thing that made me loose all my contacts. I should have committed them to memory but can’t ring anyone to get their numbers.
So my car sits outside with the trailer still attached and the most productive thing I have done for today is write this post. So in future Mr. Devil thanks but no thanks, I will wait till God has time to take my call.

Doctor Evil’s Houseboat.

2008-02-05T02:26:00.000-08:00

For all you Austin Powers fans, fear not, because he is no longer frozen in outer space, circling the earth, but taken residence on Sydney Harbor. He has taken the guise of function coordinator and luring, would be party goers, to a nightmare trip across the water.

Innocently enough, you will be presented an invitation to, of all things, a wedding. You will be given less than a weeks notice and be asked to do some chores. For me it would be to assist with the photography. It was an occasion that would see me being followed all night by one of Dr. Evil’s Hench men, in an effort to step in front of my shot at every opportunity. He will also use his camera as a weapon to try to destroy your favorite lens and in the effort see your lens cap go overboard.

Dr. Evil has perfected his weather controlling device so that you can’t use your now broken lens as signal mirror when passing by the naval base at Garden Island. Let’s face it folks you are imprisoned on this craft till such time Dr. Evil has subjected you to as much mental torture as he possibly can. His “Weather Machine” has inflicted as many casualties as it can on relatives that you avoid at the best of times. But due to the slips and falls they suffered trying to board Dr. Evil’s boat; they now feel they have a legitimate excuse to annoy you, or the copious amount of mutton, dressed as lamb that would have disintegrated your lens if not already damaged, asking you to take photos.

If you thought Dr. Evil had done his worst, then think again. He has the audacity to serve an “M.S.G.” laced, prison menu. This caused all the junior inmates to act like genital ramming goats and the alcohol making the senior members try to grope you at any given opportunity.

So Folks, Dr. Evil is alive and well and his latest plot to take over the world by subjecting you to mental torture seems like a winner, “Yeah Baby!”

Eat Your Greens

2008-01-30T00:52:00.001-08:00

With the growing number of obese, the government have come up with a new initiative to promote a healthier diet.

Voyage to Insanity

2008-01-29T01:58:00.000-08:00

My grandmother has decided that she is ready to see her childhood home for the fist time since leaving it to work at a German Labor camp during World War II. It may be due to the passing of my grandfather that has led her to believe that her time is short and that she can no longer postpone it. I have, however, located it and went today to book the flying component to the trip. It should have taken no more that a few minutes as I have researched the airports and the road components to the trip. Like all things to do with my grandmother, I had to go to a Polish travel agent and have to listen to my mother and grandmother babble away to someone who thinks that I am just ignorant and don’t understand what they are talking about. Though I don’t speak the language I do understand it.

The Travel agent wanted to know a rough intermarry to do her job. I then listened to how my plan was turned upside down and places that were never mentioned to me were included into the trip. I was first told this would be a two week event and I planned for it to be so but was then told that an extra week had been added and that interrupted my plans. They compensated for this by saying they are leavening a week earlier.

I made rough appreciation of the locations they wanted to add and saw that if I did it in a particular order it was still a one way journey and that I didn’t need to cross the country five times to fit it all in. I based it on my original plan that had the same ethos. I only amended it so to have a few more stops. Anyone that has traveled any distance with me knows that I don’t think much of traveling form Sydney to Melbourne. (Which is roughly the distance to cross Poland).As I am going to need a car to travel with an elderly woman and the towns I need to visit are provincial.

Regardless of this the only thing the Travel agent needed to know what airport we were going to and which one we were leaving form. All my grandmother and mother needed to tell her was that and the dates. The rest was just academic. I can see this as a voyage into insanity as two hours later we left the agent with her being given my researched airport details with amended dates. If I had been given these to begin with it would have taken 20 minutes. This trip is going to be so much fun….Ha!

Vatican Exclusive

2008-01-28T03:53:00.001-08:00

With the busy life of senior clergy, the Vatican has made arrangements to make giving adoration and devotion to prayer more convenient.

Four Weddings and a Funeral?

2008-01-27T02:20:00.001-08:00

Most would know that this is the title of movie with the famous opening lines “Fuck it”, but today sees that I am invited to a wedding next Sunday as the bride to be is in the family way. One of my brother’s is also set to tie the knot this May and another if he ever gets around to planning it. So that means this year two out of three are confirmed with the other looming. As it is early in the year there may be another. So if the title is to hold true, where is the funeral?

Anyway I was wondering if my choice of outfit would be suitable as it seems I am going to have ample occasion to wear it this year.

News Flash

2008-01-26T18:15:00.000-08:00

Sources today revealed that John Wayne Bobbit’s micro surgery has failed. Although it doctor’s tried for many years to save his appendage, constant exercising of said appendage led to it structural failure of the attachment point and buried by the family dog. When rediscovered it was too late for doctors to do anything. Lorena (John’s former wife) provided a memorial as an act of reconciliation to John for her actions in 1993.

Balloons and Cake

2008-01-26T15:05:00.000-08:00

Why separate them when you can have both at once?

He Took It!

2008-01-25T21:24:00.000-08:00

The finger of accusation never looks pretty.

R.I.P. Yesterday

2008-01-24T05:01:00.000-08:00

There are issues that you have dealt with in the past that seem to reappear for you to have to deal with them time and again. Toward the end of last year I had one and again yesterday. Both matters I dealt with in my own way and with I thought was honor and respect. Yesterday I was brought back to a situation that I had thought a closed chapter in my life and was summoned back into it because of actions others had taken and drew me into. I had not asked for it, but was privy to private information that I should never had seen. To my own detriment I made the originator aware that I had seen it and another implicated party. I did so to deal with the matter without doing so behind anyone’s back and to give a platform for me to object to the information I received.

I respect that the originator of the information was betrayed in confidence but could not disrespect them by not informing them that I had knowledge of it. As it involved another, I made them aware of the letter and my reply to it. In the letter I objected to reference of another and myself being involved in a matter that had happened over a year ago and brining it to relevance to a recent occurrence, especially as it had no relation to the topic in question. I defended the other mentioned with me as information about them was being given freely to the recipient of the letter, Information that had no relevance and off topic. Even if it was, as claimed by the originator, public knowledge it had no relevance in being repeated and was an assumption on the behalf of the originator that the recipient knew. To me it was akin to slander.

All of which has put me in bad tidings with the other I have mentioned for drawing them back to the issue and giving them ample reason to think that the matter, dealt with over a year ago, was never dealt with at all. I respect that all parties have reason to be hurt because of my actions but I was caught between saying nothing and being deceitful or doing something and making the originator aware of my objections and the recipient aware that I did not agree with their confidence betrayal. The matter between the originator and the recipient is closed but with the other has ended tragically.

To that person I can only say that I dealt with what I had received because you are dear to me and took objection to the slander implied on your character. If my objections and manner in which I have dealt with anything have caused offence to you, I can only publicly give you my most sincerest of apologies.

Chronicles of Frodo (Week in Review)

2008-01-23T15:01:00.001-08:00

It has been an interesting week living in the land of the giants. I don’t know anything about them till my little world turned upside down. Because Mum and Dad used to avoid them I thought they were scary creatures. I find now that they are quite interesting. They seem to get around a lot in boxes on wheels and have a magic box they get their food out of instead of hunting. They gave me a collar with a little bell that slips around my waste like a belt. They know quite a few tricks too like how to make fleas disappear (thank goodness because they were itchy). The giant that got me out of the canal fusses over me. I have trained him well because he feeds me every two hours and plays with me a lot. I have gotten a lot of energy back and he seems to have noticed because he is showing me more of his world. I will keep you all informed as to what else I find out.

2008-01-22T05:18:00.000-08:00

Now this is a weird thing to happen but nearly every time I have family member pass away I see a bird at the house, near or at the time of their deaths. Yesterday I was looking in my back yard at a bird I had never seen before on the washing line looking at me. At the time I took a picture of it as it was an unusual bird. I got a call tonight to tell to inform me that a cousin that I had never met had died at the tender age of 34. She died of cancer and I remembered the bird. Like I said, every time there is a passing I have bird do something unusual or is unusual. I have no idea what kind of bird this is as I have never seen one like it before.

Chronicles of Frodo (Left in a Quandary)

2008-01-21T14:50:00.000-08:00

It was only days ago that I was hungry, cold, weak and living in a storm water drain, I didn’t even have a name. My world was about hiding in pipes and waiting to see if my mummy would get me out of there. I would see her; Dad and my brothers and sisters looking at me form the top of the drain. I think I must have done something to upset them because they keep hitting me.

My world changed in the last few days when some two legged giants entered my drain. (they were scary). So I hid in a pipe in the wall of the drain hoping they would go away. It was going to rain, I could smell the water in the air and the sky was black so at least I would be dry. I could hear the giants doing things and shining lights into my pipe so I went in further, (they couldn’t reach me in here).

Later it was quiet and I could smell food and mummy appeared. The giants left something behind with some food inside (silly humans) so after mummy had got some for my brothers and sisters and herself I thought I should get some. That is where everything changed for me. The thing I was in must have been broken because when I went into it to get the food; it shut, trapping me inside it. One of the giants must have remembered where he left his food because he came back into the drain to get it. (I was very scared now because I couldn’t get out)

He took me to a place where there were other giants and they seemed to fuss over me a lot. Then back to the big cave next to my drain where he has keep me and fed me. He has given me my own pipe to sleep in, but this one is clean and warm. I am feeling a lot better can see out of my right eye again. The fleas that I had are gone and the giant that took me out of the drain fusses over me a lot. He gave me a name, he calls me Frodo, and I like it. I don’t know what is going to happen to me next but for now I am quite content.

How Far Would You Go For A Little Pussy?

2008-01-17T05:59:00.001-08:00

After coming home and blogging about the thoughts of the year, I had slept very little due to the events that the night unfolded. I went outside and looked down the storm water drain close by and noticed a small kitten. I was too small to climb out and there were no other exits for the storm water pipes that entered the main canal. What ensued was a bureaucratic nightmare as a storm was coming and I know how quickly the canal floods.

I called the animal protection agency (RSPCA) and was told that because the cat was a stray it would not attend but I could try the State Emergency Services (SES) or Fire Brigade. I was going to see if I could do it legally myself by calling the water authority so that I could be allowed to enter the canal with an animal trap. I also called the local hire company to see if they had one and to keep one aside so I had a back up plan. There was a storm coming and it was starting to rain already, this kitten was going to drown.

After explaining to the Water Authority what I was proposing, I was given a stern warning that if I entered the canal that I was legally trespassing and that I would be fined if court. The Fire Brigade gave me the same answer as the RSPCA and the SES told me that I should ring Ambulance Rescue. I tried to find a number to the local Ambulance station by not ringing the emergency number only to be given a mobile phone number to a lady who had no idea what I was talking about. It was starting to rain heavier and I knew it would not be long before it started to fill the canal. In desperation I called the emergency number only to be told that a cat is not an emergency but put me through to the local station. I would have saved more time if I had driven there but would have lost sight of the kitten if I did.

The rain stopped, thankfully, and the Ambulance Rescue arrived. The kitten hid in a water pipe on the side of the canal and we could not get it out. So we did the next best thing and lashed a few fence palings together to give it an exit to climb up. They left as there was nothing more they could do without trying to flush the cat out but the fire brigade was not interested in coming at this stage.

It started to spit again and looking like it was going to get heavier. I jumped into my car and went and got the animal trap. I got some chicken out of the fridge and jumped into the canal myself. I got a piece of rope and lashed it form a fence at the top of the canal to the cage as I didn’t want it to was away if it did start to flood and set and baited it. I could still see the kitten in the water pipe that it had previously retreated too. The RSPCA then turned up and I thought they were the water authority coming to fine me. They said that there had been a miss communication as the girl who took my call was new and they did attend strays if they were in danger. He saw what I had done and I was to call them if my attempts had not worked in 24 hours and left.

Then I waited with a pair of binoculars watching as the local wild Tom and Tammy returned with the rest of their litter. Looking at the other two kittens it was easy to see that he was the runt. The appearance or the Tammy drew the little kitten form its hiding place. She sniffed the chicken and I prayed I would not trap it as the kitten in question would never enter it after. Carefully the Tammy removed the chicken without touching the trigger platform and took a swipe at the runt and jumped up to feed the rest of her litter watching her. She went back for another slice of chicken and ate it next to the cage. The runt then went to get some for it while the Tammy was busy and sprung the trap.

I enlisted the aid of two women out on a power walk to help me lift the cage out of the canal. I removed the kitten for the trap and wrapped him in a towel and drove to give him a vet check and possably surrender him to them.

I have named the Kitten Frodo and he is still not out of the woods yet. He is still in my care as he will be put down if I surrender him to the RSPCA or the local council as they have too many cats at the moment. He is malnourished and very underweight for his age. He is asleep now snuggled next to a hot water bottle quite content after his feed. I have to wait till I have him to 1 kg before the animal shelter will take him for sale.

After blogging about the failures of 2007, this could be a sign of change.

2007 a Calamity of Failures

2008-01-16T19:16:00.000-08:00

Due to recent circumstances the previous two blogs were more venting than actually commenting on child welfare. I have no experience in the field and was recently presented with a situation that drew me back to deal with matters I had long since thought were in a state of statuesque. I do not usually put personal stuff into my blogging but the Father Riley interview happened close to the time of said events and made me think, if this man is exasperated at his inability, then what chance do I have with what I was presented with.

I will not go into details but suffice to say it did involve child welfare. The result of which, saw me having to conduct myself in a way that I have not had too for such a long time. I had to revisit people and use old skills that I really do not want anymore. These skills make you live in a constant state of paranoia and show you things that you are really better off not knowing.

2007 was a destructive year for me. So this year I am breaking free again and trying to look for the harmony I found at the end of 2006. I was a person that saw positives in nearly everything then and am finding it hard to find them in the events of 2007. To its credit, it did put me in a position that saw me grow as a person, find a retreat, and gave me a long forgotten drive I once so enjoyed.

2007 was a calamity of failures and I am taking time to recognize them. 2008 has begun as a wash up year that sees me as a cleaning maid to events in 2007. As I awake form a horrible night I find that one job is done with so much more to do.

“Chipping at an Iceberg with a Fork”

2007-12-21T04:28:00.001-08:00

I am taking the points given form the comments form my last post, which lead to the discussion on certain aspects. I will admit that I tried to cover a broad rang of topics, while trying to express my reaction to a fifteen minute radio interview. With that, I concede that each point is a topic within its own right and I really just glossed over them. I thank the thoughtful comments, By Kate and Devil’s advocate, for pointing out that my passions on the agreement at hand, could be clouding my representation of the situation.

To that end I will address one topic which I quoted in my title. Subsequent conversations, on what I had written, exposed a though by Kate, who works in the field of child welfare. She said, “It’s like chipping away at an iceberg with a fork” (in reference to her experiences in welfare). I have seen first hand, the mental and physical drain on people who undertake this noble work. I think, to that end, that I am justified in saying that if that is the case then you have to start chipping and keep chipping at some point. I was not suggesting that banning alcoholic adverting or mediation is a cure, other, it is a point worthy of consideration. I am under no illusions that the topic has a “quick fix” but , if I may refer to Father Riley, find that if an impassioned plea is given to someone that has worked in this field for so long, isn’t it something worthy of consideration? Isn’t experience worth more than hypothesizing? I will agree that that is a separate topic within itself.

Back to the situation at hand, I feel that there are similarities between a welfare worker and a mechanic. If a mechanic is presented with a vehicle, they will toil to do the best they can to repair a car with the resources available to them. When the car leaves their care, no matter what advice is given to the owner, some will return with the same afflictions due to the way the car is treated by the owner. The mechanic is then repairing the same faults that could have been averted if their advice was adhered to; it then becomes a frustrating and repetitive process for the owner and the mechanic. If equated to child welfare, once a worker has done what they can, with the resources available to them, who is responsible for any subsequent improvement? I was once told, “The best administrator for your own affairs is you!” If I can use that in relation to my slimily, If the owner of a vehicle doesn’t take responsibility for it, how good can a mechanic actually be? In the same way, if the guardians of a child, if they have any, don’t take due care, what help can a welfare worker give? If the “client” is older and don’t take responsibility for their own actions, the same applies. “Action and consequence” is again another topic.

I cannot give any solutions to the welfare question as I do not work in the field. I can only offer my opinion and, hopefully, productive and healthy debate on the issue.

The Devil that Brought Down a Saint

2007-12-17T23:25:00.000-08:00

For those of you that don’t know this man, he is Father Chris Riley. He, in my opinion, is the closest thing to a living saint. For over thirty years this man has devoted his life to improving what society would call “Youth Rejects”. His successes in this field have been too numerous to mention. He runs last chance missions to get youth to be productive members of society. Those who the traditional institutions have given up on as “lost causes”. So imagine my surprise to hear this man in utter anguish over a situation that he felt was out of his hands.

In the eves there seems to be a demon that is undercutting his efforts to provide under privileged children a quality existence. For anyone who has met Father Riley, you would know that he is not one to become upset easily. Though he is a Catholic priest, he is not standing on religious rhetoric to advance his cause but his, before mentioned, thirty years of experience in dealing with said children.

Who is this demon you may ask? The commercial, advertising giants, for alcoholic products and how, even though they deny it, their deliberate targeting of youths. Father Riley, recounted in anger, how he personally knows of girls as young as eleven that would sell themselves for “a couple of cans of bear”. He recounted how one father that, that he knew of. “sold his eight year old daughter” for the same amount. Father Riley said that he could not call this prostitution but a deliberate act of child abuse, that there are paces where this was known and an accepted activity.

Father Riley is a reasonable man and is not calling for the abolishment of alcohol, he is protesting about the blaintent targeting of youth by the marketing of such products as “Fairy Dust” and the timing to when these products are advertised such as with sporting activates and the like. But his call for moderation and responsibility seem to be falling on a deaf demon too interested in profit than the impact they are having on youth. You would think that a man and his team that have worked with “hopeless causes” would be in the prime position to be heard. Especially given the amount of time he has spent and his devotion to Australian youth, not to mention his successes in this field.

If none of this stirs you in the same way it has me, then you have my pity and disgust. There is no call, what so ever, to make youth a demographic to the alcohol industry. If a man with thirty years experience in the field of youth welfare can’t sway the demon they spare a thought for the youths and what they will subject themselves to for another alcoholic fix.

Food of the Gods

2007-12-12T10:55:00.000-08:00

There was a B grade movie I saw when I was a kid about a storm that uncovers an ooze form the ground that was eaten by vermin and made them grow into giants. So the bulk of the movie was about these giant rats going around eating everything. Then a storm happened to hit my town and I was made to feel that life was imitating art.

I am not normally one that eats a lot of fast food but my dinner preparations were halted by a storm and subsequent blackout. There in a dark house and with hungry people I went out to try and find something for them to eat. It seemed that the only thing around was the fast food places. Why is it that such place’s have backup generators as if prepared for such eventuation’s? It was like the ooze form the movie being uncovered by the storm.

So I decided that this would be one of the rare occasions that I would have this food. It was to be nothing more than a “stomach filler” till such time the power was restored and I could continue to cook my own meals. So I look my place in line behind two young girls that were already at the counter. Like most young people they were taking their time deciding what it was they wanted. But then the group in front of me grew. First they were joined by another young person and then tree more entered with what seemed to be two minders. Now the first two had the money to pay for their order, the subsequent group just jumped the line and stood in front of me with no regard for the line that was behind me. The other youths had the normal indecision but put their orders through to the girl serving at the counter. Just when you thought the ordering was done and the line could move on, the minders ordered. This held up the poor girl at the counter even more and while the queue behind me grew.

It was at this point another register opened and being next in line I got served. I had been waiting in line for nearly twenty five minutes now so I knew what I wanted to order in reality I knew only seconds after reading the menus. A simple order given and off the girl went to fill it. These two minders grew irate at the fact that my order seemed to be being filled faster than theirs. It was not that the case that they were chopping and changing their order and conferring with each other on what would be the healthier choices to make, it was not the fact that they had ordered custom menu options that had to be made or procrastinating over which diet drink was to accompany their meal. I had been whole heartedly been transported into that “B” grade movie I mentioned. I had found the giant rats.

With venom they started to abuse the girl that was serving me, stating that they were there “first” and that their order had not been received yet. If they had only bothered to look beyond the first row of bay marries they would have seen their order being made. But not satisfied that they were still waiting, or that their order was more like calculus to fill, they had the gall to say that they were there “first”. Full of their own self importance they started to abuse the girl serving me, and the poor girl could only say in her defense that she didn’t take their order and was working on mine.

It was at this point that I had had enough. In the movie the rats finally get destroyed by the characters in the film destroying a dam and drowning them. These two “Rats” had just destroyed the dam of patients and unleashed a torrent of verbal Karma. I spoke up:

“Fist of all you were not here first, I was. You jumped the queue without any regard to who else was standing in line. You ordered custom items that you took ages to decide on only making us wait longer to be served. If you bothered to open your eyes you can see your order being made by the girl that served you in the back. Now because I made a simple order and it is being filled by someone else you want to attack her because your majesties are not being served to your satisfaction. Grow up, get over yourselves and your petty self importance”.

To Our Glorious Dead

2007-12-06T20:48:00.000-08:00

On the same ground as the cenotaph, in the middle of the city of Sydney, the powers to be erect the city Christmas tree every year. Now with all the recent attacks on Christmas I find myself looking at two monuments that seem to conflict, or do they? Just meters away from each other, you are looking at a monument to those who have died in conflict while the other, supposedly, to remind us to live in hope of peace on earth and good will to men.

Then the thought hits me that these are two monuments to traditions that are under attack. On the 25th of April, Australia celebrates ANZAC day. Minority groups and pacifists attack this day as a tribute to war. They think it an irony that we celebrate a military disaster and the senseless loss of life. Not that to all serviceman that this is a day to remember those who are no longer with us, men and women they may have served with in action or not. That this day, this ground and monument, is most probably the most sacred testament to their devotion to each other and to their country, regardless of the religious affiliations, they come to honor each other and to the hope that never again will we engage in such hatred again.

Minority groups again attack Christmas. In recent years, shopping malls have been under attack for playing Christmas carols in shopping centers, Santa is under attack for his traditional “Ho, Ho, Ho” and recently not allowed to Christmas parties as he may offend some religious groups. So the placing of the Cities Christmas tree on the same ground now holds the same significance as an Australian tradition under attack now seems so relevant. When you take into significance the real-estate that they occupy in Martin Place tradition and history were made here. This is the place that all distances from Sydney were once measured, it was the place that our countries first Prime Minister, Edmund Barton, was sworn in and being such a young country, traditions are something that we have too few of.

It has to be remembered that this country was first settled by Christians, and with them they brought the tradition of Christmas. If you take the religious significance out of the event, to hold one day a year where we bestow good will to all men, then the name of the day is insignificant to the bigger picture. It is that wish that will avoid such monuments such as more cenotaphs and war memorials. It is such a little ask to hold the spirit of something and to celebrate it with the significance that you want to bestow it.

Going to Miss You George

2007-11-22T02:48:00.000-08:00

22 November 2007 makes the passing of a good friend. It was my sad duty to take a loyal member of the family to the Vet and to return without him. He was brought to the family 17 years ago and this picture was taken this year while he still looked like he was still a puppy but in dog years he was 121 years old.

He had a fetish for human food and never much liked dog food. A fussy eater he was more human than dog. He was always willing to lend a paw even if it just got in the way. A dog who’s barking woke me to a home intruder or trespasser more than once. His early warning to one last year helped save my life.

I ask your forgiveness as I saw your big brown eyes close for the last time today. I wish you rest and to never again suffer form that brain tumor. I am going to miss you old mate.

Just a Pile of Rocks

2007-11-13T03:28:00.000-08:00

I suppose a few rocks piled one on top of the other would have no significance to anyone really. Just some fools monument that has no meaning to anyone. But these stood as a memorial of a time nearly 26 years ago when I would share the last few days with a good friend.

I first saw this memorial on the way to a school camp. We had to walk to the camp as the bus we rode could not cross the ferry. I walked with my mate some distance to the camp where we would spend the week for school. It was about this time that I was first developing my love of photography and would carry a camera everywhere I went. On the walk and barely stopping I spotted this monument and took a snap. At the time it amused me that someone would take the time to stack a pile of rocks in such a fashion. I knew the picture would not turn out so great but to my surprise it did, though I always promised myself that I would go back some day and take a better one.

Just a few days after that camp, my good friend died in a car accident. It would be the fist time that I would feel the weight of a coffin as a pall bearer but sadly not the last. I remember getting the pictures back and showing my friend and we both agreed that one day we would take the trip together and do it again. Sadly that will never happen but, Andrew, I kept my part of the deal.

I met the son of the owner today and he took the time to show me the camp. He told me that it was his grandfather that had erected the pile of stones. He told me that stones had no significance other than to be a decoration. It is funny how they look so much smaller than I remember them. As I walked, I saw the shack we stayed in as well as the hall. All I could see was a young boy sitting in the spot smiling and sharing jokes, a young boy that would never grow old. Even after all this time and nothing to go on but a memory, I found those rocks.

I went to a bar and had a few drinks and my mind dwelled on how circumstance had brought me to a place so near these rocks. I reflected how life can bring you so close to keeping a promise but keep you distracted enough not keep it. But today I kept that promise.

The Wog

2007-11-09T20:02:00.001-08:00

To those who are not familiar with the term “Wog”, it is a colloquial term for someone who is an immigrant to Australia, and can be extended to the children of said people. It is usually a derogatory term used to express bigotry toward your heritage. It is in some way, a way to make you feel inferior to those who were born here and have blood lines that extend to England. Due to my olive skin, brown eyes and black hair, I am branded with this title form time to time. My father is an immigrant and my grandparents on my mother’s side did too. Had I not inherited the Mediterranean complexion, and more the “Arian” of my mother’s side, people would not have a clue to my heritage. It is usually during the winter months that I find trouble as I still appear tanned.

When growing up as a child I was feared to be deaf because I didn’t speak. It was ruled out because I would do as I was asked. However, I would be asked to do things in three different languages, all of which I still understand and two of which I can speak fluently now. With immigrant parents you are exposed to cultures that extend for thousands of years. They are the product of them, passed down by countless generations but you are on your own. You don’t belong to one or the other and have to find a compromise to satisfy all of them, a perpetual world of understanding without belonging and continually judged on things that were not of your choosing.

I had been recently called a “Wog”. The distaste of this label was exasperated by the person calling me it. Here I was confronted by a person that had not worked a day in their life. Their only claim to being Australian was the fact that they had been born here and had family ties to convicts. A person who had health issues because of their obesity and lifestyle. A person who’s self obsession is their self and that everyone around them is inferior to them. I get called this, when this person knows, I have represented and served for this country. I have worn its uniform and stood accountable with my life for it. I have earned everything I have ever owned and my title of being Australian.

The Ideal is Love

2007-11-04T20:13:00.001-08:00

I am not here to give any definitive answer on what love is, only to say that it is an ideal and as in all ideals it is flawed. It is something that people try to achieve without really knowing what it is. Having said that I write this in reaction to be called homophobic without anyone knowing what my views on the subject really is. So I write it hear and say that they are the thoughts form my point of view. I respect that yours may differ but allow me the respect to voice mine.

There is definite distinction between what “love” is perceived as and sex. Some may use sex as a way of communicating love while others may use it as a “sport and others have a combination of the two. I accept all of the above. I accept all of the above regardless of whether if is of mixed gender of same gender.

I think love as a beautiful thing that is shared between two people; I also accept that it comes in many forms. I believe it to be an ideal that two people share and strive to achieve. It is a subjective ideal that the two share and in that regard is beyond any judgment. I don’t have a problem with two people being of the same sex striving for that ideal.

Having said that, the only problem with homosexual groups is that they are formed on their preference on “bed fellows”. It has the same relevance to me as choosing the chicken or the beef. If a person has a preference to one over the other, what difference is it to what I choose? There are those that will have an appetite for both. Using this image, I may not like having the opposite to my appetite being presented on my plate but that has nothing to do with who is eating the chicken or the beef. What a person has an appetite for has nothing do with me because I will choose my preferred dish. I demand the respect of having my choice just as I accept you having yours.

I now stand by what I said above. It is my subjective point of view. I accept that yours many differ and accept that. But as to labeling me as a homophobic, having said my mind, I would ask who has the problem?

The Journey

2007-07-09T06:41:00.000-07:00

I have long professed that life is not about the destination but the journey. That along the way you can find some things of beauty that would otherwise be insignificant. Sometimes it is worth just taking the time out along the way or turning your head while you walk to just enjoy the view, even to stop every once and a while to breath. Beauty can be all around you sometimes if you take the time to see it.

Mr. GPS

2007-05-21T03:51:00.000-07:00

There seems to be a phenomenon happening in front of my house. I think that there must be an antenna stuck on top of my head that gives it away. I think that I have mistaken for a mobile GPS. Even in a street full of people, a lost person seems to choose me to ask for directions. Even people driving by seem to do it too. I am wondering if my love of maps is written on my face. Give me a map and compass and I am in my element.

Celebrating Pointlessness

2007-05-18T21:26:00.000-07:00

I would like to see the rule book that states that I have love football just because of my sex. To take that a step further, any ball sport. I have no fondness for them what so ever and see them as pointless. Is it because I have balls that I have to have some sympathetic tie to them? I just don’t see the point. It is not that I don’t like sport, quite the contrary; it is just that I like things that have a point to them, where some value can be derived from the effort. In the case of football, I can only see the value as training better shop lifters, where you take an item and try to dodge those trying to arrest you. But that is almost honorable because there is a point to effort and the prize is the stolen good. In the case of “game”, you have stupid rules governing how you can handle the ball and how to arrest the progress of the one carrying it. Then if they are injured, the news is littered with poor overpaid player. Don’t even get me started on soccer.

Scar Tissue

2007-05-18T00:33:00.000-07:00

Any patch, on any repair, requires the addition of extra material to cover and protect the wounded area. The result of such a repairs results in a toughening of the compromised area so it will not fail again or cause failure to the unit is a part of. No matter how much integrity the wounded area once had it is now a point of weakness. The patch is a physical display of where the wound is and an area that may need defending. The same can said of emotions, even if there is no physical patch that you can see.

In male culture, it is unmanly to show signs of weakness. Exposing your vulnerabilities is something that is not done. Live long enough and you will find someone that you can think you can confide in you can expose your weakness too in the name of honesty. For a man with any honor, truthfulness is a high quality that they try to live up to. If lucky he would have chosen the right person and never have his weakness used against him. If not he feels compelled to suffer the anguish alone while giving the appearance of being unscathed.

If you get into a conversation with such a man you will find that he picks up on certain things, a look, a reaction. All of a sudden he appears to be very insightful into emotional pain which surprises since he appears bulletproof. What he has done is pick up on something he feels like he wants to do but is compelled not too. His insights are based on his own experience and he has milled over on his own to find a way out. Males who don’t find that way out see death as their only release. Statistically males are more prone to suicide. For those who have been emotionally destroyed, there is no experience sharing because to do that would be to expose the wound but they are very mindful of seeing it in others. The trick is trying to approach those males without them losing face of compromising their manliness.

If you are bless with their admission of weakness they are displaying a level of trust in you that is beyond all measure. During this process you will find them asking weird questions which, on face value, appear to be confusing. What is being done is an assessment of how much value they are too you. They are defending that wound now covered in scar tissue. At that moment they are admitting they are human.

The World in Rewind

2007-05-02T21:04:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful serene morning, about 3 am and the stars were bright and all lit up because of the full moon. Now some may wonder what you would be doing awake at this time of the morning but those who know me know that I don’t sleep very well. So I was indulging in my dirty nicotine out the front of my house, because I don’t smoke inside when I heard the sound of footsteps. There was not a soul about, as you may expect at this time of the morning, so I looked up the street to see what the causing them. There in the middle of the road was a tracksuit wearing, grey haired thing approaching me. So you may think nothing of that but he was approaching me backwards.

At this weird hour, the full moon and this weird site I thought I had just entered the Twilight Zone. There was nothing else to gauge time by so I thought for a second that time was going backward and here I was stuck in some place between time, like in some Dean Kontz novel. Add to that what would a grey haired man be doing at that time of the morning walking down the road backwards.

I finished my ciggy and hurried inside to look at a clock just to make sure I was not stuck in a world on rewind.

Invasion of the Temple

2007-04-28T22:45:00.001-07:00

What is should have been was a simple task. My mind transfixed on the target, I knew where to go and what I wanted. A simple derivative of primal hunter instinct where you transport yourself to the hunting ground, find your target, acquire it then move to your sanctuary with your prize. Almost like an elite athlete, where the mental processes are have been exercised and the appropriate equipment and logistics are loaded and all is needed is a physical process.

Enter evolution, where the hunting ground is no longer a series of geological obstacles full of fauna and flora but a building filled with separate hunting grounds to cater for the hunter and the gatherer alike. However, nature holds the ace in reminding you who is master. While enroot to my predestinated hunting ground where I was sure my prize would lay, Mother nature calls to me on a primal level. Though you may be in this artificial hunting ground where convenience is the ethos to this semi organized world, she requires you to subjugate yourself by purging your excess bodily fluid and reminding you that you of her making and design regardless of your environment.

To this calling I answer on my way to my purpose. While in ancient times a tree or patch of earth would have sufficed, man in his wisdom has built temples to honor Mother Nature to her mastery of all. These temples are segregated into the most basic of divisions, sex. The most primal of divisions that excludes race, religion or culture only on what one has or has not between their legs. Each temple designed to allow the most hygienically acceptable way to return to Mother Nature her reminder that we are human.

With the difference with physiology, the male temple holds a stainless steel shrine which is a unique trait to the male temple. In recent times there has been an addition, where at this shrine, at eye level, they will put notices or advertisements. While these usually contain messages on sexual health or male related products, I prepared to give Mother Nature my offering and was confronted by a message from the government. “To Violence Against Women, Australia Says No!” a message that has been rammed down my throat by all forms of media in recent times. Then it dawns on me, my status in humanity because of the appendage I hold in my hand at this shrine.

This appendage makes you a villain. Because of it you have to pay taxes for a message you already practice but it seems that you need to be reminded because this monster in your loins. If you are not reminded you may be subject to this animal taking control of you and making you a woman beating beast. Regardless of your past where you have stepped in to defend someone regardless of their sex, regardless that you find it personally distasteful to consciously harm another human being. You are a monster and in this shrine you hold the source of all human evil.

I then think that I am over thinking the situation, when it dawns on me that this shrine is also the start of the male desensitization process. Regardless of the bodily process that requires attention, the female temple gives you a private cubical. While the male temple may contain a few of these, it is only for where the commonness of the bodies and the function are the same. Other than that the males are given an economical alternative. A place where you are stripped of all modesty and required to stand next to another with the most private of body parts exposed. We are taught to think nothing of it as we stand there side by side at this cheep alternative to having our own private cubical to keep our modesty.

But to this message that is now flashed at me while I stand subjugated before this shrine it strikes me that I am a second class citizen. I am supposed to live in a country that advocates political correctness. Yet I am confronted by a message by the government telling me that only men are capable of violence. Yet they make this assertion without any statistical facts. So an unfounded assertion is being given tax funding and trying to divide men by providing a call number so that males can dob in other males that have hit a woman. With the circle of men that I associate with I have never seen a violent act against a woman though I have seen the reverse. In my past I have had to give aid to men that have been assaulted by women and seen how males think it shameful to take it any further. There is no report of assault to the authorities and no retribution to the offender.

Now there is no argument if the advertising campaign said “To Violence, Australia Says No”, but it is clear that the Feminists have invaded the ranks of government and don’t want any opposition when they take up arms and invade the artificial insemination clinics and arbitrarily execute the male race form the earth. It will not be long before they amend the common law right to defend your own life to defend yourself only against male attacks so that it will be illegal to harm a woman even when she twists that knife in your gut and if you do the penalty will be death anyway. To put a politically incorrect sign in the male toilet is just the same as putting a guillotine in there, or have I accidently stumbled on the next phase of feminist world domination. I do not advocate unwarranted violence against anyone nor do I appreciate holding my genitals and being branded the only cause of violence in this world. I you are going to make an assertion about the amount of domestic violence in this world and who the perpetrators are, then at least grace me with the proof to support your claim or are the Feminists who invade the male temple too afraid of the statistical proof that females are just as capable of harming a human being as a male?

I just think that these feminist cretins are envious that they cannot use a urinal.

Alter of Blood

2007-04-24T22:35:00.000-07:00

In the age of the Conquistadors when the Spanish first explored the lands of South America, they observed in horror as the Incas would offer human sacrifices to their gods in order for the sun to rise the next day. With their warring with neighboring tribes, their prisoners would be taken to the top of a stone pyramid and their beating heats removed from their chests. It was a fate some of the Conquistadors would experience firsthand. While many other cultures throughout history offered human sacrifice to appease their gods, the Incas were among the last. Or were they?

In this age we still offer prisoners for sacrifice to the gods of ineptitude. As atonement for mans inability to understand himself as a species. These prisons falsely call themselves correctional facilities when in reality they are nothing more than waiting rooms to a human waste disposal unit. A place to take human refuse that cannot be handled or corrected. For those countries that still practice capital punishment, we indulge in our ultimate failure. Here the ancient laws of Moses are evoked where vengeance is exacted on one by an inherited or elected aristocracy and the contempt for the precious gift of human life is displayed. While the condemned finds themselves in this position because they are convicted of committing a crime the powers believe the cost of human life is atonement for, it is a total contradiction to the ethos that no man is beyond redemption.

But where is the failure? Is the failure in the fact that it is so much easier to dispose of than to repair? That as we become more and more of a “throw away” society, that we can apply this practice to human life as well. After only decades from the horror of arbitrary extermination of a race because it was easier and more economical than the cost of relocation, has the human race not learned anything. Are the gods of economics so great that they should govern over life itself and if so what is the value of a human life?

Chivalry Vs Equality

2007-04-17T23:09:00.000-07:00

Adding to the confusion of the modern male is the practice of the chivalry. So much so that it has almost become a forgotten art. There is an astonished look when displays of this old practice are evoked and some find it a point to criticize. A common mantra is that “Chivalry is dead” but what is this old lost art and why is it seen as a character attribute especially when the literal meaning of the word has nothing to do with the implied meaning.

The root of the word, “Chivalry”, is a French derivative of the Latten word “cabbalus”, which means horse (especially riding and pack horses). The French used the word, “Chivalry”, to describe the art of horse training, more aptly, the art of working with horses. It was an art taught to the nobility at the time and widely used by military and knights of the 14th Century. Hence a group of armored knights became known as chivalries.

So where does the literal meaning intersect with the popular meaning? It could be argued that it with knights and nobility showing graciousness to an animal, that the display of such traits on the battle field and to those considered as lesser s or subordinates saw the development to the popular meaning of today. The rank of knight was only superseded by Lord, regent or king / queen. To these they were to show courtesies but if they showed theses to a subordinate it was considered a chivalrous act.

While writing this peace I hear on the radio that there is a topic going to be discussed “Is chivalry necessary?” which is quite peculiar. I am then reminded of the modern day meaning of chivalry and how it in no way reflects its literal meaning or its derivative. It seems that the modern day meaning is the display of man honoring a woman by subjecting himself before her by acting as her servant and bodyguard, catering to her safety and comfort while still remaining strong. Chivalry it seems to have reversed its meaning. While the original meaning’s derivative was to show graciousness to a subordinate, today it seems that he must be a subordinate.
It is true that when meaning of this word became the domain to Knightly acts, it was a trait attributed mainly to men. Today it is considered to be a male trait, the ability to show a softer side to ones character while still possessing popular male traits. It is an open acknowledgement by males of the importance they place on the female species without compromising their masculinity.

With the inception of the ideals of equality, both sexes are considered of equal social status. The act of chivalry, in such an environment, can only be considered an act of patronization. There is no perceived subordinate class as there was in times of old. So to show graciousness to an equal, not a subordinate, can be seen as a mocking act. To this there is a division among women. Women want to be considered equals among men while still holding their powers of femininity over men. The want to be treated in the same manner as knight would treat a queen while holding the same position as him.

Chivalry has always been a way for masculine men to display their softer side by the way of deed rather than word. It has been a tool to show the revere in which men hold women. While it is a conundrum to act strong and soft at the same time it also a conundrum to show this old attitude in modern environment of political correctness.

We’re Not All The Same

2007-04-07T08:39:00.000-07:00

This I have decided is the unified mantra of all women to prove that they are all individuals. It is ironic that they conform to the same words to prove individuality. It is also interesting to note when it is evoked. It is usually cried when an example of the sisterhood has not met with favor. Then, almost without taking pause to breath, the second mantra is cried “All men are bastards”.

I say this because of the reaction I got from my last blog. I take it as a form of success that my point has been driven home. Do I believe that not all women are the same? The simple answer is yes. By no stretch am I a misogynist, I pray that they are not all the same. From a male perspective I am used to the constant branding and white washing that comes with the sex. If common perceptions are to be believed, then I am a selfish, self-centered being who acts without reason to fulfill my own meaningless desires. I am the cause for all violence and am a scheming, and skillful liar.

With this I have no sensitivity or appreciation for beauty. I have no concept of the word love and that I believe the world revolves around me. What a load of “hogwash”, my efforts to show that the same distasteful traits exist in both sexes has been met with the mantra already stated.

So here is the point, if I can appreciate that not all women are the same then why do these brands given to me by virtue of my sex still apply. If I can appreciate that both women and men are individuals, it seems a little stretch that women can appreciate the same in males. We are not all “bastards”, romance is something that males indulge in. Seeing the beauty in the little things is an indulgence that is left to us. Using the smallest of resources we endeavor to make the seemingly ordinary, extraordinary. We do so by taking the risk to show that we have a gentle side and an appreciation of the world around us. Risking our perceived masculinity and is shown to someone we have trust in. Making it almost a cloak and dagger exercise. We risk the perception of being branded by that detestable label of not being masculine. Though the male brand contains some distasteful generalizations, it is the only one we have.

Seemingly Innocent

2007-03-19T04:55:00.001-07:00

Not paying much mind to the idiot box and there appears a commercial, four little puppet figures that stand there looking cute and a voice over. I wasn’t interested in it until what I saw next. The four little figures were supposed to represent a little family, dad, mum and two little kiddies all in a row, the voice voiceover saying how much you care for the family and how you should strive to protect them and seem them safe and secure. Especially if you should be removed form the picture and which figure is taken out of the row of this cute little family? You guessed it, “The Dad”. This is where my attention was grabbed. This is where the seemingly innocent little commercial took on a sinister appearance.

You then see Mummy figure pick up the phone to call the insurance company when the call details were mentioned. Or was it in truth to get the insurance policy on dear old dad without his knowledge and then call her boyfriend to do him in to collect on it. Not only has the blood sucking cow most probably lived off his labors all her married life and sent him to work a second and maybe third job to pay off some hobby to keep her happy and give her a life that he was struggling to afford, she now has a way to cash in on his death too.

Let’s face it, I’m sure she has learnt to forge your signature by now and can easily wrangle the payments because you have access to all his bank accounts. All she has to do is show him a new piece of lingerie, one of her boyfriends bought her, and says that she bought this to wear for you. Only to find out that that will be the only time you see it till it mysteriously ends up in the washing that you have to take out and put away. Not to mention the growing cosmetic collection and her sudden interest in getting fit.

Talk about a “do it yourself guide to suck every drop of blood out of a man and cash in on his carcass” in 30 seconds. What is it with the stereotype that sees the man having to kick the bucket first as a norm? Could it be men not living as long as a woman is a man’s final escape from a spouse? Or is it that most medical students are men and studying female problems is their way of loosing their virginity? So now we have a vaccine for cervical cancer and breast cancer can be detected though a breath test, while the good old prostate gets a visit form an unwelcome, latex covered digit. Medical tests for men have not really seen past the stone age.

And of course, for those women who don’t want the trouble of having to kill the male off, or get him out of the house so he will never see the insurance letters, there is “no fault divorce”. She has done her wifely duty and bore a spur of Satin, so now she can get the child support off you with the secret insurance policy still entrusted to her.

Cute little puppets my arse.

War of the World

2007-03-13T03:58:00.000-07:00

I find it amusing that even though we live on one planet we talk as though we are form different worlds. Now forgive me if I have got this wrong, but I thought that the plant was the world and that the divisions within it were countries. But that seems to hinder the classifications that some use to describe things with. Now we are not only divided into nations into nations and races but also the worlds we come form.

This leads to the question, what are these worlds that people speak of? The only thing I can come up with to justify this is that they are philosophical worlds. So my quest to find these worlds physically is thawed because they are philosophical.

Isn’t there enough division physically, by natural boundaries that we have to add divisions of the mind? Oceans, mountains and physical locations don’t seem to be enough; we have to add thinking to this regiment? And it is not enough to make it a lower class division, like a nation but a world, which would mean that this little planet is host to one physical world and many philosophical ones.

This line of thought puts me in my own little world, thinking of all the divisions and boarders that separate and categorize. To the point where I started wondering how I saw myself on this planet and if I saw myself as a citizen of a nation or of the world, if I favored being counted as a human inhabitant or a member of a governing body.

On settlement of this dilemma am I then to choose a line of thinking as well? To then further separate me and segregate me. It is a favored tactic to divide and conquer by those facing superior forces. So am I a pawn in some chaotic war game?

The First world Disease.

2007-02-27T06:36:00.001-08:00

Isn’t it funny how that in this modern world we come to a point where starvation doesn’t seem to be the death of us as opposed to over eating. One has to ask if it is the quantity or the quality of our modern food or both that is the question. We obsess with this dilemma while on this earth we still have millions living in the conditions that one can only described as prehistoric.

Attention turned to the recent news and how over eating is now akin to child abuse. A mother in England is now being faced with loosing her 8 year old son over the fact that he is 90kg. The reporter did add that this was a 10kg loss since getting the warning that she was going to have the child taken off her because of his weight.

In her defense, she said that he would not eat anything else, referring to junk food. She also added that he had a mouth full of apple “one” and spat it out.

What a pile of crap!!!

To use the words of a good friend, “A kid weighting 90 kg isn’t going to starve any time soon”. What ever happened to the parenting skill of “eat your dinner or go to bed hungry?” It is not like rocket science or are we, as modern parents, scared of our children? Is the social acceptance of “let the child have their way or end up with a law suit form them” scaring people to give in to the desires and wants of children?

Or do we believe that we are too clever to follow the primitive devices that got us to this stage as the human race. That suddenly we have jumped to a new stage of evolution? Far be it for nature to provide when we have McDonalds, this form a race that believes that we could possibly travel to Mars and colonize it? I can just see now the establishment of an interstellar drive through. It also makes the Muppets right when they went on about “Pigs in Space”, only the “pigs” will be the obese astronauts.

Far be it for a simple mechanic like me to equate this to an engine. To run an engine properly you need good fuel, not too lean and not too rich. The balance is what is required.

Why Worry?

2007-02-21T03:25:00.001-08:00

There are only two things in this life you need to worry about:

If you are going to succeed of if you are going to fail?

If you succeed there is nothing to worry about but if you fail there are only two things to worry about:

Are you well enough to try again or not?

If you are there is nothing to worry about but you are not then there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to get well or not?

If you get well there is nothing to worry about but if you don’t there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to live or die?

If you live there is nothing to worry about but if you don’t there is only two things to worry about:

Are you going to heaven or hell?

If you go to heaven there is nothing to worry about but if you go to hell, you will be so busy greeting all your friends that you will not have time to worry.

So why worry?

Feelings of Invisibility

2007-02-20T03:29:00.000-08:00

As I sit here I am reminded that I have to be the emotionless male. That I have no valid opinion of my own and that I am only useful as a sympathy dispenser. Again and again I bite my tongue to avoid the flack that will be hurled my way if I show myself as having an opinion. I am sick of pointless arguments that stem form me not agreeing with someone’s point of view. It just doesn’t seem to stop till they think I have converted to their opinion so I sit and do nothing. To stubborn to change my opinion, it remains locked in my head. There it circles and I hear the opposing views and the rebuttal argument is formulated but never evoked.

Sometimes I wish I was deaf so I could not hear the contradictions in the arguments presented. The host of the opposing opinion seems quite unaware that I am listening and have done all the time. They seem quite at ease in spilling their opinions thinking that they are in the company of one who agrees as there is no rebuttal forthcoming. But to me there seems no point in refuting a pointless argument. Why do I want to waste emotional resources on a battle that will only end in the acknowledgement to agree to disagree, at best? At worst I have exposed a personal view that I know will be held and used against me as a mud sling in some future argument.

Hence the “catch 22”, as a non remarkable male I am assumed to have no opinion or view of consequence. If I do, then it is deemed to be dangerous and worth of note to use against me later. If you try to speak though your actions they will be ignored, as that requires mental processes and the expenditure of thought on another. Far be it for me to cause a person to shed a thought in my direction.

Again I am a member of the silent masses. With no freakish ability to draw favor to myself I am doomed to walk in the unremarkable, joined by my fellow “unremarkables”. Who, though the exchange in glances, know the turmoil of the other but silently drift by. Isolated and divided in our common pain.

Someone Shut My Brain Off, Please!!!

2007-02-19T07:07:00.000-08:00

Why is it we want what we cannot have? Have I offended some ancient god in a former life? My intentions started off so pure and sincerer. I didn’t want to fall for anyone and, by the same token, not want to hurt anyone.

I suppose that is the funny thing about me. I have been trained to keep my feelings suppressed. If I have one skill in this life that I excel at, that would be it. But the cost is endless nights of turmoil. I don’t sleep well. I have a back injury that helps with that but more so my brain. It just keeps ticking and will not let me rest. Though the diversion of thought does help with the pain, I end up reaching for something. I wish I knew what this elusive something was.

In not wanting to hurt people I found myself alone. Everything I ever owned I have earned and left no debt, well so I thought. I locked myself away form human contact for 5 years. The chore of meeting people was just so much to bear.

I wish I could use sex as a drug and have mindless consummation of lust as an escape. But that is not me. I have only ever done that with someone I have cared for. I have only ever indulged with someone that I love or think I love. And I know people’s perception of me as being so straight laced and ridged of character. If only they knew what lay beneath.

Like every human on this earth, I crave for that human contact. Not just in the cardinal but in the sensual as well. The feeling of a body near your’s, that is contented by the mere fact that you are there. But, then too there is the will to indulge in the cardinal and like I said before, I am a master at keeping my wants and desires suppressed.

Like I said I want what I cannot have. This I suppose is my first admission to being human too. So my mind scolds me. Why am I doing this? What are you thinking? Then the realization that I am just wanting my brain to see the reflection of the torment it puts me through. Was there a trigger to this or was it just time?

The tighter the grip I have on my thoughts the more slip though. I don’t want my brain playing with my wants and desires. I know I can’t have them so why want them? Why keep thinking there is something more when what is, is. I will never be the man I once was. I will never be able to do the things I once did. I am locked in this pathetic excuse for a body in a situation I cannot escape.

Breaking a back made me think I lost my manhood. I am starting to think it was that it did more than that. It threw me into a prison and the indignity of wearing an iron mask as well. I can’t even recognize me anymore. There are some glimmers of my former self but it is like trying to see your reflection in a shattered mirror.

Survival of the Hunter

2007-02-19T02:36:00.000-08:00

This in some ways is a continuation of my last post but from a different perspective. I came across an article on a current affairs program tonight about an experimental project on segregating boys from girls in kindergarten. “six-year-olds are not being taught to be sensitive new age guys, but to be little blokes.”

The accompanying article online doesn’t go into much detail as in the report but the head mistress’s quote about the hunter gather instinct was omitted.

“the classroom itself has been specially designed with boys in mind.”

Would you not think that in a mans world it would have already been that way? That in order to get better learning form a male you have to make him regress to a more primitive form?

While at this stage only an experiment, I can see that future learning on making boys “Blokes” is going to have political correctness up in arms. Is this not a direct admission that gender is not just the only difference between the sexes? That male learning can be improved from an early age if boys are allowed to be boys and not have to be brain washed with the political correctness crap that is dished out on an ever expanding basis.

The ideal asexual being that right wing feminist groups would have us believe is the ideal is just a freak. There is no difference between their slimily and that of extreme communist nations that view a person in terms of being a production unit to the state first and have a gender second.

Now we find that, after eons of evolution, that the sexes are different in more ways than in just sexual function. Makes you wonder how slow we are to learn. Our active defiance of Darwin theory has led us to the fact that our species is the only one on the planet that refuses natural selection. We actively make an environment that harbors freaks and allows them to survive. One would not have a hard time comparing this to a virus in a health organism. The Organism that man has created plays host to this infection that will, enviably, kill it.

By countless amounts of scientific experiments we have learnt that there is a primitive base programming to all species that allow them to be born and give them a sense of function, all that seems to be lost in modern man and leads to confusion. The confession to the base hunter instinct reported by the head mistress in this case is a good example. It can be recognized that males still possess it and when suppressed for years does it not seem likely that it will manifest in later life. I may be drawing a long bow here but would it not seem plausible that this could be called mid life crisis?

Long live the hunter gatherer and may he prosper in a world that seem to want to sterilize him to be the asexual mutant. May he not lose his base instinct that is so often called on in times of crisis. May he stand tall in this world of freaks and be proud of the fact that he has embraced his base programming. Let him not fall to the abomination of defiance to natural selection and may he always be known as a man.

Shifting the Goal Posts

2007-02-17T23:02:00.000-08:00

While listening on the radio, I happened across a conversation on golf. My personal opinions of the sport aside, the topic in question was about mixed competition. While the male presenter was all for the idea, a female feminist was against.

Hold the phone was my first instinct. Was this not what feminism was founded on? Wasn’t it a fundamental that a woman was in no way different to a man other than her genitalia?

I listened, dumbfounded, as the goal post had clearly shifted. Her argument was based on scientific evidence of how physiologically different the female was to a male, as if this was not evident by someone with functional eye site. My mind drifted to thoughts if breasts may inhibit a swing the same way it might a well endowed, excited, male. Or if thinking from above the groin would “effect” one’s centre of gravity.

These issues aside, her argument was that men and women could not compete on the same playing field because of these physiological differences. Yet her argument then turned when it came to prize monies. By my deduction, she was wanting the same prize for both genders when it could not be determined who “was the golfer” because they were not allowed to compete against each other. Platitudes like, “having your cake and eating it too came to mind”.

My solution is simple: combine the prize monies for having two competitions and let the golfers play against each other to determine who is the better golfer. This negates gender and focuses on the golfer.

What is my argument on this? Well if relate the attitude of this feminist to her cause, she has logically, in effect, negated her own argument. It is a bit like, Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. The ideal and cause was simple, “All animals are equal”, to have amendments made to the initial mantra, “All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others”. This Ideal substituted into the golfing argument is no different. That, male and female, golfers should be equal in value, regardless if they are equal on ability.

The argument on equality can also be summed up on this point too. Then you have to wonder if the battle for equality is not really a covert battle for supremacy. What a sad world where a race is divided into not just creed, and culture but sex as well. This would be the death of humanity if male and female were to be at permanent war with each other.

Mr. Cellophane

2007-02-03T21:22:00.000-08:00

Why Mr. Cellophane? Well like most mere males in this world, this is a measure of most men’s existence. The myth that it is a man’s world is shattered with logical thought. While equal opportunity activists will claim that men have had the reins in their hands for far too long. I propose that they have been only looking at those at the top rung of the social structure. Anyone going to a shop knows that the premium products are always on display in the shop window. When entering you will find that the majority of the stock is common or a lower grade version. Argument on this I call “Perception V’s Reality”.

I am a simple man but have applied my simple thinking to this and may other topics. I am far too aware of main stream thinking and know that my conclusions are based on noting more supportive than real life experience. I am no scholar, but do believe that life is a learning experience. It may just be interesting to hear the thoughts based on these than some survey that is narrowed and designed to show a particular point of view.

To anyone that reads this I will say that I do like opposition of my views. If you are compelled to comment then feel free to do so. All I ask is that you structure your argument so I can see your way of thinking. I don’t pretend to a minute that it will convert my thoughts, but you never know. I do like to get a whole appreciation of a view even if I don’t agree.

That being said, I would like to say that this is hopefully the first on many posts and look forward to hearing form you on them. I am male and make no apology for my views being tainted to a male perspective. I can only see the world through my eyes and those are the views that I will share.