Today I suffer from Blogger's Block. That condition whereby the mind shuts down and one cannot blog due to arbitrary behaviours from the greys.
At first, I thought I'd comment on the most profound statement I heard in a long long time; heard on the television show HOUSE of all places: Life is a series of rooms and how you deal with the people you meet in those rooms sums up your life.
Then, my hero Yoda is released from prison to continue to anoint his flock (with bodily fluids?), but the bias of the Express shines through like a lighthouse beacon on a moonless night - they were quick to print Yoda's name and details, but 6 men found having sex with 3 schoolgirls escaped the same fate. Maybe Ken Gordon's conscience is assuaged because he publishes his wife's column? Notice the similarity to Pa-trick?
Speaking of Pa-trick, I noticed this morning that the state has taken over the role of bully. Breaking down a man's house without adequate or timely compensation (highway expansion or not) cannot be anything but bullying. Colm Imbert can argue till he is blue in the face that he followed the letter of the law, but the spirit of the law - natural justice - is just begging for someone to put a cap in his arse. As I grow to be an even grumpier old man, I wonder that the youths today are as they are, given the leaders of the nations provide such fine examples of behaviour. I shudder to use the word asinine - it's an insult to the ass!
And after mentioning the ass, I remembered a horse falling through a car windshield some days ago. Now we have a dog causing 2 women to die, and separately, three more crash dummies are lost to idiotic driving and no doubt a high level of intoxication. The dunceys conducting the investigation now want to know why the girls were allowed into a club when they were not 18. Creative thinking there, Paul!
Speaking of creative thinking, let's come back to Pa-trick. Denying he knows Ibrahiim (the 'terrorist' accused of plotting to blow up JFK Airport) and instead claiming to know his parents, we find this morning that Ibrahim's parents died 33 years ago. Now, Pa-trick, if you have to lie to save face, don't be a bedpan. Make it a believable lie nah. Now you have a 20 year old girl coming on the national scene (and international too since I am blogging from England) and making you look like a right P**rick.
It was also unfortunate that the daughter of Ibrahiim sought to enter what seems a quite spurious “acquaintance” between her father and the Prime Minister.
That's an excerpt from today's Guardian editorial of all things. Listen, I don't know what the agenda of the Guardian is in defending Pa-trick (or P**rick) in this manner, but somehow, I believe that girl more than all the spin you all trying to put on the 'spurious' situation.
Now, I'm not saying that Pa-trick involved in the JFK plot. In fact, I strongly believe intelligentsia is lacking in that corner to plot anything more than installing Hazel as a minister and getting a gun for sonny in a few hours. Short range thinking - aptly demonstrated by all these years of reactive (as opposed to proactive) leadership.
But all these greys in my head spinning in so many directions I have a headache. Today I think I will permit my blogger's block some leeway, and stay in bed.
At first, I thought I'd comment on the most profound statement I heard in a long long time; heard on the television show HOUSE of all places: Life is a series of rooms and how you deal with the people you meet in those rooms sums up your life.
Then, my hero Yoda is released from prison to continue to anoint his flock (with bodily fluids?), but the bias of the Express shines through like a lighthouse beacon on a moonless night - they were quick to print Yoda's name and details, but 6 men found having sex with 3 schoolgirls escaped the same fate. Maybe Ken Gordon's conscience is assuaged because he publishes his wife's column? Notice the similarity to Pa-trick?
Speaking of Pa-trick, I noticed this morning that the state has taken over the role of bully. Breaking down a man's house without adequate or timely compensation (highway expansion or not) cannot be anything but bullying. Colm Imbert can argue till he is blue in the face that he followed the letter of the law, but the spirit of the law - natural justice - is just begging for someone to put a cap in his arse. As I grow to be an even grumpier old man, I wonder that the youths today are as they are, given the leaders of the nations provide such fine examples of behaviour. I shudder to use the word asinine - it's an insult to the ass!
And after mentioning the ass, I remembered a horse falling through a car windshield some days ago. Now we have a dog causing 2 women to die, and separately, three more crash dummies are lost to idiotic driving and no doubt a high level of intoxication. The dunceys conducting the investigation now want to know why the girls were allowed into a club when they were not 18. Creative thinking there, Paul!
Speaking of creative thinking, let's come back to Pa-trick. Denying he knows Ibrahiim (the 'terrorist' accused of plotting to blow up JFK Airport) and instead claiming to know his parents, we find this morning that Ibrahim's parents died 33 years ago. Now, Pa-trick, if you have to lie to save face, don't be a bedpan. Make it a believable lie nah. Now you have a 20 year old girl coming on the national scene (and international too since I am blogging from England) and making you look like a right P**rick.
It was also unfortunate that the daughter of Ibrahiim sought to enter what seems a quite spurious “acquaintance” between her father and the Prime Minister.
That's an excerpt from today's Guardian editorial of all things. Listen, I don't know what the agenda of the Guardian is in defending Pa-trick (or P**rick) in this manner, but somehow, I believe that girl more than all the spin you all trying to put on the 'spurious' situation.
Now, I'm not saying that Pa-trick involved in the JFK plot. In fact, I strongly believe intelligentsia is lacking in that corner to plot anything more than installing Hazel as a minister and getting a gun for sonny in a few hours. Short range thinking - aptly demonstrated by all these years of reactive (as opposed to proactive) leadership.
But all these greys in my head spinning in so many directions I have a headache. Today I think I will permit my blogger's block some leeway, and stay in bed.
