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What the F***! ...........

I'm speechless! ...........

Why? ..........

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Farewell Rosa Parks.........

Today, I deviate from the normal rant and rave you may have seen on this site. I must admit to have been saddened by the news of the death of Rosa Parks.

Did I know her personally? No.
Am I black? No.
Am I American? No.

What upsets me is the loss of a woman who was the epitome of the power of the lone voice in a sea of screamers. The woman who said she wouldn't stand up for a white man on a bus.

Although she was lauded later in life for making that stand, lets remember dear reader, she shouldn't have had to do it in the first place. There are, sadly, still places in the world where that and worse still happens.

Perhaps, somewhere, there just might be another Rosa Parks waiting in the wings.

I do hope so!


http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4373794.stm

Shit happens..........

Yesterday, I had occasion to report a "man" for abusing his wife. I'm glad I did it. I have no regrets, although I fear for his wife, now, more than ever.

The wife, Mrs A, has motor neurone disease. At this time she is confined to a chair, is unable to swallow and is therefore administered all nutrients, fluids and medication through a PEG tube. She has no oral communication and communicates through an electronic board, with the aid of a carer, who points to letter one at a time. She is bathed, toileted, medicated and communicated with, by strangers who briefly enter her world, at what ever time is convenient to them and when funded by various care packages. In short, my friend, life for her is pretty much a whole load of shit!

Mr A has decided that, not only is his life shit, it's her fault!

For example, on the day of her father's funeral, Mr A told her that he would be better off if she was in the box with her father. etc etc etc

Previously, I reported finding her with finger mark bruising and four finger nail gouges around her throat. He'd been out for a few drinks.

This time, yet again, he'd been out drinking and sucker-punched her twice to the jaw. What a man!

For fucksake! She can't even flinch to get out of his way!

Of course he won't leave, because everyone who currently believe he's such a martyr, will think he's a complete bastard for leaving his disabled wife.

I asked her why she won't report him and she replied that she was protecting her son. (Said son is 35 years of age, a double degree student, married and dotes on his mum). She said that she didn't want everyone talking about him having a father who beats his mother. I asked how he'd feel if he had a father in prison for killing his mother. Couldn't make her understand how her silence will only serve to protect her abuser and no one else.

When he returned home after lunch yesterday, what I wanted to do was to make him eat Mrs A's cast-iron skillet.

I should have!.......... Doing time for that, is infinitely better than going to work one day and finding her beaten to a bloody pulp or much, much worse.

Watch this space...................

Hairy Arsed Bricklayers

Tomorrow is the day that, hopefully, I say goodbye to someone I first met some 6 months ago. Our relationship has swung from high maintenance to occasional invisibility. I have to say that the journey has been a long and arduous one.

You might think all relationships have to be nurtured and protected, but I insist, dear reader that this one was doomed to die, a long and painful death.

I should have remembered those valuable lessons, learned at my fathers knee...... & never, never, never trust a builder!

You know he's the wrong man for the job when he walks through the door, his eyes light up as he realises that he's dealing with .......A WOMAN..... he gasps and says "tut! tut! tut!.....I don't know who put that in for you love.......but it's all going to have to come out......!"

So, we've had the "We'll have it finished by the end of the week...." & inevitably we're 6 months further on. "Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday, the engine's gone in me motor....." & his son came round in his "motor" but couldn't give his father a lift. Selfish bastard! "Oooh! You can't have that there love. No-one puts them there!" when he really means it's too bloody difficult to do, but the customer always think that they're right and after all I am a skilled tradesman and know better than a girl!

So! We're 6 months further on & the work is complete, "apart from that little bit of plastering that won't take me more than 'arf an hour, love. I give you my word I'll be there by 8:30am tomorrow"...................

Well watch this space & look out for a hairy arsed builder called Byron.......... Do not let him through the door, even if you have to improvise and brick the bloody thing up yourself..............

Being Charitable?

I admit it! I'm one of those anoraks that collect things! I happen to collect pins. You know the ones..... Charity pins, sports pins etc. ...... you can buy them everywhere, they don't take up much room to store or display and they're usually not much more than £1.00 to buy. My charity pins are amongst my favourites (well..... that's not counting Bugs Bunny, purchased in Disney, Orlando at enormous cost) but that's beside the point.

Now I have to sort through almost 150 of them in order to weed out the ones that are racist!

Yep! Political correctness gone stark raving mad. It appears that a cancer charity has had the temerity to produce a charity pin that depicts the cross of St. George. Well! Let's burn them at the stake, I say. The pen pushers and prison inspectors (otherwise known as "the wets" and "the namby pambys") have decided that, the wearer, might be seen to be making a racist statement.

Okay, here goes...........
hmmm...3 Welsh dragons out, 2 welsh leeks, 3 triple feathers, a celtic knot and a sheep (don't ask...) well I am welsh!
1 anglo/european union flag, 1 french cockeral, 2 Kenyan animals, 1 Barbados flag, 7 x various American and 1 Japanese No mask (Noh theatre). hmmm.... should I take a chance and keep the Federation and Klingon pins...... No they're obviously examples of racial profiling.

While i'm at it... those Aids badges...... it's a gay thing...
Rupert the bear.... Andy Pandy.... enough said about those!
The ban the bomb logo.... too political!
The fish and the dove.... too religious!

I'm obviously stuck in a world that's gone bloody mad!

now where did I put Bugs Bunny..............?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/west_yorkshire/4305798.stm

Dear Mr Blair

Dear Mr Blair (or in the interest & spirit of NEW Labour - Dear Tony)

I've heard that your think tank has decided that I should now work my ass off until I'm 70! I don't think so!

Therefore I'm handing in my notice. I quit! I'm 51 and I've had it! So you're officially under notice that within 2 years I'm leaving. Start looking for my replacement now.

I'd suggest you start with all those idle gits on benefits who are too tired to get out of bed, or someone who's paid to stay home by the state for the purposes of creating more spongers.

I've worked since I was 17. Done my time in Her Majesty's Royal Navy. I NEED A BREAK.