Sorry, mo’forkers, the first one went into Doves’ moderation (fascist) regime, I tells ya!
Open Thread – Fri 23 Feb 2024
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Do you do roast chicken? JC, your gibber reaction is involuntary and similar to the scratch reflex in a dog…
Speaking of the Albanese government, Shorten and NDIS. I am currently drafting a letter to Albanese, Shorten, every member of…
“I can’t be seen eating Watermelon in front of white peoples, mo’f*cka”
“I can’t be seen eating Watermelon in front of white peoples, mo’f*cka” 🙂
database connection issues, dover.
(not a complaint, just fyi)
Cooking, cleaning, maybe some basic chem, physical fitness and sensible scheduling- I’d die of embarrassment if my kids killed me and I’d never taught them the basics of body disposal.
I appreciate the attitude Roger but when the profits fall they change their tune and all is forgiven. I’m unchristian in that I will not forgive some transgressions and am of the opinion that people who promulgate moral propositions for the sake of profit and with no regard to the rectitude of those moral propositions are little better than sociopaths. Fxxkum and the horses they rode in on.
This is what should happen. When the oxycontin issue blew up the Sackler family managed to be protected from prosecution and financial penalty. They did that despite lying to their staff, the public, the doctors, and the FDA, the result being one of the worst drug addiction epidemics the USA has ever experienced and to this day is ongoing. However, the Sackler family faced widespread opprobrium from many sectors of society, plaques erected to acknowledge their contribution to various charitable enterprises were torn down, and they probably experienced considerable social isolation. Was that enough? Certainly not, but the lesson here is when people put profit over the people and the end result is much suffering and higher costs to society, well Fxxkum and the horses they rode in on.
My grandfather used to know a bloke, on the Rabbit Proof Fence – one “Snowy” Rowles – Rowles failed body disposal, and was hanged as a result.
Mum just clapped eyes on me and burst into tears. Did you call the police she asked. No I said. I left the two bastards on the ground. This day and age, I’ll probably get charged. Abo’s get off with everything.
I don’t want to go out in public atm.
Cats, she’s gotten very old and uglee and is now masquerading as an Alaskan police chief, while gettin’ it on with Doctor Who.
Sacré Peu! 😕
probably need a bit of ‘home’ time with no stress – the shock of the incident will still be working its way through you, physically and mentally.
Interesting. Thanks.
I’m often amused by the theories which archeologists come up with though, based on what is often (as revealed publicly anyway) sparse evidence. A found object doesn’t actually reveal anything about the context in which it originally existed, but someone else’s interpretation or perception of that object does. Don’t get me wrong – I find anything to do with history fascinating, but there seems a good deal of reading of chicken entrails (or coffee leaves [sic]) now, as a means of making the find ‘newsworthy.’
Glock with a cock in a frock.
It is my sainted mother’s birthday today. She is 82.
As we speak, she is at my ancestral seat being feted by eight to ten family friends, of whom all have been close to Mum and Dad (in the ground now for two and a half years) for fifty years or more.
Still an avid lawn bowler. An outstanding human being.
The Albozo is now claiming to be a rock ribbed advocate of unrestrained free market competition in our beloved supermarket sector, Cats.
Yeah, I don’t believe it either.
My commiserations (for what they are worth) to Steve T (and Winston? Did I read that as a current status?).
It seems that Oxycontin might have been a very effective drug if used correctly, maybe under close supervision for short term post-op pain relief.
But that is hardly a mass market.
Pushing it into the open market for the relief of chronic pain and marketing it to GPs as non-addictive was disgraceful.
Being thrown out of polite NYC society and copping a relatively moderate* corporate fine was pretty mild punishment.
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* See Trump, D.J.
KD, please pass on my best wishes to that wonderful womanage.
You are blessed. Ol’ ladies like your mum are forces of nature.
Steve trickler
That’s exactly how I felt. Monster black eye, and the people at the Julia Creek Hotel where I was my drinking Hole at the time would have just stared at me. But it was OK – I had to drive to Townsville for CT and it kept me out of the public eye.
I was more ashamed about being caught by surprise and unable to lay a decent punch on him…
Alamak!
Feb 23, 2024 8:42 PM
Back to bed for me.
Muddy
No, for me it was about 8 years ago when I was working as an RN at Julia Creek Hospital.
Mind you, I was 63?ish at the time and the dickhead was about 23 and a bit fitter than me, and he had a mate.
Get well Steve Trickler, and recover from a sh1tty day.
“It is my sainted mother’s birthday today. She is 82.”
Happy Birthday to Mum KD.
You obviously cherish her. Great.
My mother is in her nineties. She is very hard of hearing, but refuses a hearing aid – only old people need hearing aids.
Raising a glass of red to your mum Dragger. Then a few more before bed beckons, Division One grand final tomorrow. Only the second one in our 60 year history so see what happens. Shall report back
You carry their legacy, KD as your son carries yours.
Is he still fishing?
Your very good health, B.B.
An outstanding human being.
Sounds like my grandmother sadly departed 17 years. In her 80’s she decided to learn computers and e-mail to keep in touch with her grandchildren. Did a couple of community courses and some of my cousins helped her and she had and she was communicating by e-mail in no time.
The same lady that had endured WWII in Sydney and used to tell us about the Jap sub shellings as well as the blackout regulations that were enforced strictly. Later she ran a small business in an age when ladies were expected to be in the kitchen. Then there is more with the medical issues she faced in her late 40’s that should have killed her, yeah na she lasted nearly 40 more years. Still very bright till her death which I unfortunately found out on a desolate desert plain in central Asia by sat phone.
Cherish yours, we’ll not see the likes of that generation again.
Shit news today.
BiL diagnosed with esophageal cancer. I’ve got a few on my side of the family and he’s the only one worth a damn.
I had Rose with dinner tonight, raised a glass to your mum.
Ten days ago was the ninth anniversary of my Mum’s passing. She was ninety.
Cheers to all mum’s and grandmum’s everywhere.
raising a toast to the tough old ladies enjoying their prime time with family around …
🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷
He hasn’t got time – he’s ferreting away at trade school in his first year plumbing apprenticeship.
Speaking of the son and heir, he and I were compelled to watch the old man being put in the ground on 13 August 2021 through a video link thoughtfully supplied by the local funeral mob, and while we were at the other end of the continent, and because of the unnecessary restrictions placed upon us by unelected bureaucrats.
Daniel Andrews. I have not forgotten, nor forgiven you for that.
Great grandmother lived to the age of 103. She was born in the year of Custer’s Last Stand, and lived to watch the Americans walk on the moon.
Gez!
Roger, great rant.
On the front door of my bank is a sticker, with the ubiquitous Papunya dots, saying “All of the real estate assets which we pretend to leverage 99% of our business upon is actually owned by the Eternal Spiritual dusky humans, now and forever, Amen”.
It irks me deeply, along with a wholly digital land registry, and the push for wholly digital currency.
At the moment I’m cap in hand to the bank, and it might be that way for another decade… is there a high street financial service provider who are dedicatedly not woke?
A close rello had it back in the ’90’s.
Ended up nearly as thin as his IV stand.
Still with us and going strong.
Zulu,
Fantastic!
Hope it ends up like that Sancho.
He’s got a PET scan Monday to see if it’s gone elsewhere.
The working class can kiss my arze, I’ve got the bosses job at last!
Who knew that Celebrity Chaser was a thing ?
I certainly didnt
My sympathies for your BiL, Farmer Gez.
Family, huh?
It’s either a mixed bag, or an empty bag.
Humans. Pffft.
The “elsewhere” question is always key.
But you know what?
Diagnosed this week and into the scan for secondaries Monday.
That isn’t bad.
Some of us do a lot of bitching about this country but, if you really must get sick, it is one of the best places in the world to do so.
The NHS in the UK is screwed.
JC will tell you the US is best, but you better be loaded and/or have high end insurance.
Our private/public hybrid system is not perfect, but it is pretty good.
Anyhow, good luck.
Indeed. They’ll go to their graves thinking they got away with it, KD.
I’d prefer they didn’t.
Every day that takes me further away from the hitlero/stalinist lunacy we were subjected to from March 2020 until late 2021 makes me look back upon it as though it may just have been some sort of natural normal stage in my life.
Well, funnily enough, you fascist dinosaurs, it was not.
There is no forgiveness coming your way – and I have been blessed with an elephantine memory.
HOP Time™ – it will be a visitin’ you along with my visage, just before you descend into hades for all eternity.
Trust me on this. 🙂
Mmmyes.
A strange background for a Plod career.
From what I read, he was trying to wangle his way into some VIP protection squad to further his celeb chasing.
“Family, huh?
It’s either a mixed bag, or an empty bag.”
Muddy,
that is the BEST description of family I have come across, thanks.
Didn’t help that a GP had him on antibiotics for three weeks for suspected tonsillitis and then another three weeks to see an ENT. He’d lost 12kg in that time.
Gez
I was just talking to someone about that sort of thing today.
The continual jacking up of medication without a thoughtful analysis as to why certain symptoms are suddenly off the charts.
PS I am guessing the weight loss is not so much the ravages of cancer as not being able to get food down (or keep it down).
The best GP is sometimes one who shrugs and says “This is not kosher, but it is above my pay grade” and pushes you on to a specialist.
Most excellent synopsis Rabz in response to Knuckle Dragger. SloMo the chief architect with his rather gelatinous, or completely absent spine.
Butcher’s paper at the ready. Courier Mail:
Queensland Cats and Kittehs, a most fantastic opportunity beckons. Godspeed
“The best GP is sometimes one who shrugs and says “This is not kosher, but it is above my pay grade” and pushes you on to a specialist.”
Sancho,
I had a GP like that for thirty years. He retired just after the Covid crap started. He preferred to err on the side of further testing. He would never have gone along with any of the Covid crap. Still trying to find a GP that isn’t paranoid about mask wearing and whether you’ve had the stab.
I wouldn’t want the job. Think of the kind of people you’d have to mix with.
Lay back & think of the money. The job will last only until ALP loses the state election.
In the event the LNP snatches defeat from the jaws of victory, then you claim your reward as a good loyal comrade, for helping defeat the Tory swine, & angle for a cushy number.
A surgeon that my wife greatly respects told her that the thorough investigation of symptoms invariably leads you down the correct path to a diagnosis
“The Dangling Rat Story Continues:
It’s now 32 minutes and the rat is suspiciously quiet. The ‘parents’ have finally left the ‘ouse, giggling over something.
Giggles turn to shouts of dismay, as mum sees the rat dangling from the passenger window.
Car drives off.
Well that’s the entertainment for Friday over. I wish I could have slipped a camera into the car but that would have meant winding the window down, and incidentally allowing the rat to breathe.
Also breaking and entering”.
What a deadshit you are.
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“That’s exactly how I felt. Monster black eye, and the people at the Julia Creek Hotel where I was my drinking Hole at the time would have just stared at me. But it was OK – I had to drive to Townsville for CT and it kept me out of the public eye.
I was more ashamed about being caught by surprise and unable to lay a decent punch on him”…
I owe the bloke a beer, you miserable twat.
Cats – not happy. 🙁
A weird new mutation of hitlero/stalinism is sweeping the staggeringly stupid west, of which we are now regrettably a component, in a cog, in a wheel.
Importing moozleys en masse into previously functional western politico-social entities has unsurprisingly not produced results that could be considered “positive”, funnily enough.
Gee, who’da thunk it.
As someone noted here recently, since the long overdue inevitable collapse of communism, the West has just wandered off into La La land.
Inventing concepts and idiotologies not seen since the fall of Rome or the Vogons’ siege of Machu Picchu in 1536 … 😕
Decadence is only ever a transitory phase, Cats.
Substitute any of the Premiers, Chief ‘Health’ Officers, corporate bigwigs, civil liberties (feck orf!), and various other ego-based lifeforms for Andrews, and maintain the (silent) rage. I certainly will be. No political party that existed during that period will receive a vote from me until I’m dust again. May they rotate until nausea on rusty star pickets.
OK, Cats, riddle me this – if Tucker Carlson is a sock puppet, who is the entity (human or otherwise) that has their appendage(s) up his fundament? 😕
The first Carbon based lifeform who provides a semi plausible answer enables me to crash the remaining Tay Tay gigs masquerading as “the Fly“, after which she and “the Fly” adjourn to discuss the miracles of human/fly procreation … 🙂
Without allowing the Pol Dot to steal our sunshine! 🙂
Cefalu.
Currently surrounded by a big blind Spaniards enjoying the view across the bay.
They have scenery describers with them.
So, that grey ol’ dinobore has started referring to himself as “the Malthouse”.
Pictured here as he is, with one of the most preposterous hideously uglee corruptocrats to have existed in human history … 😕
No, because one of the massive lies put forward was about plasma levels. They argued it had a very low plasma level because of timed release. Amazingly the FDA and doctors were fooled by a graph with a top end compressed vertical axis indices which looked like that was the case but any decent undergrad would pick up the con job of the vertical axis.
Another reason Purdue got away with this for so long political interference from people like Guiliani.
There’s an interesting job. It could all be done over the interwebzy thingo, without the need for either party, describer or describee, having to go near the place described. Think of the saving.
Trusts GPs are your peril. Proof of that is how many times I have embarrassed GPs by calling them out on their ignorance. I’m not alone, so many people I know have been disappointed by GPs. Occasionally a good one is found, I had that experience decades ago, a few very good ones. Now, not so sure, perhaps standards have fallen.
Incidentally don’t eat at the Ballaro markets, there are better options without the tourist prices.
My hosts have a list of Cefalu eateries I forgot to consult so I settled for the deli where the local workmen were buying their cut lunches. €2 for a beautiful mortadella and provolone roll.
Cefalu was a fortified Greek town 4 5 Centuries BC, the stone walls are up the three metres thick with great lumps of cut stone that must have taken herculean effort to put in place. Maybe they had work elephants. There are lots of points of interest plus stunning views along the coast and out to the Eolie? islands. The mountains run row after row into the sea, and around the corner past the lighthouse is a rocky peninsula with ruins on it which I will walk to tomorrow morning.
I get the impression the town was abandoned for a while, perhaps because of pirates, I shall find out more in due course.
A few days ago a friend of mine had an experience with a GP that was ridiculous wouldn’t prescribe him NSAIDs for severe pain. He saw another GP, CAT scan ordered. Tragic. Friend now in hospital, underwent surgery today. Cancer in the neck, spine, kidneys, and lungs. They’re remove the cancer in the neck that was causing the pain, the rest will be chemo. 18 months ago lost my oldest friend, grew up 3 houses down from him, and now it looks like my most loyal friend is done for. Breaks my heart.
I guess it depends on how much sight you have left.
They also get to try local food and wine.
I’m sort of assuming travelling with family, otherwise they would stay at home alone.
Was just a bit weird in the moment .
Archeology and paleoanthropology are fun, strictly fun. For example, the only arguments I accept as scientific regarding the peopling of Australia are the genetic studies, which consistently point to a ~50,000 year occupation by a founding population, but even there I’ve read studies pointing to possible later populations arriving. Nonetheless the former holds up most consistently at the mtDNA and nuclear DNA analytics. The main reason I accept genetic arguments is because across various types of analyses in differing populations throughout the world the studies are consistent; albeit sometimes with problematic sample sizes.
A friend of mine got esophageal cancer last year. At the GP’s for something else and he picked it up very early.
Last I saw him on the up and up.
Anyway, a couple of large single malts, and “Sharpe’s Waterloo” on the DVD is an occupation worthy of a gentleman, in retirement.
Now it’s elderly German tourists. I think I need a new spot.
Cefalu must get bus tours stopping for the day.
No ferry port here.
Hope your BIL gets a good outcome too Gez.
That’s sh!t news about your friend, John H.
I’m presently listening to Linger by the Cranberries (Ah, Dolores). It seems to be the theme of the day on Clowder D’Over; the mood, not the lyrics.
Go easy on yourselves, folks.
Feels like it’ll be a big night tonight. Crossing fingers for minimal to no violence.
& of course, full cash registers.
The next pub up the street had a pretty fair blue last night, which emptied that place & gave me a moderately full house, not a bad crowd for a Thursday night.
Though one piece of work slapped a barmaid on the bottom – he now wishes he had not done that.
A Silent Rage accompanies me,
Sharper than my shadow.
Vindictive is my memory for
the Lords and Ladies of Fire.
Burn me will you?
Here I am,
Ash on the wind;
waiting for your open mouth.
[Let the ridicule begin!
Nah, feckitt. Off to bed].
Muddy that song is one of the greats. Very underrated.
Rabz, the answer to Bono is this
Years and years ago, in a Queensland boozer – the joint was jumping – some drunk lurched up to a pretty, and rather well endowed barmaid, and demanded “Oi. You with all the big knockers. Where’s the mens’ sh1t house.”
She stood back and declared in ringing tones “Through the door, at the end of the bar. The sign over the door says “Gentlemen”, but don’t let that stop you. You just go straight through.”
I burst out laughing. He threw the first punch, and missed. I threw the second, and didn’t miss.
Esther Krauke, who has been barely controlling her urge to yell “Israel should GTFOut of Gaza” for the past 3 or 4 months, has written a column in the Express in which she regurgitates Hamas propaganda to support her opinion that Israel is in Gaza purely to gratuitously murder innocent Gazans.
She actually writes at two-thirds of the way through, that Benjamin Netanyahu is a “bad faith actor”.
New OT up.
Nuephredde. Noice.
Insomnia. Anti-noice.
Esther Krackow should passively accept her role as a vaguely aesthetically pleasing blak bimbage prone to expressing staggeringly stupid ignorantly informed o’pinions about everything.
And that’s about that. Give it a rest, Sky. Allowing her to open massive maw was never going to end well.
Annaliese Nielsen
Kosha Garda
Shazza of the tight sleeveless tops*
Lara Jays
Bimbo j’ismists. It’s an outrage that they’re allowed to even open their gaping maws to express the most bleeding obvious factlets about the most irrelevant uninteresting non-stories about, well, anything. Here’s a typical example:
Bimbo Nielsen: “Fatty Trump is a very bad Orange Man, the Kamala told us so, after we had the recording of her remarks analysed by our in house team of speech therapists and voice analysts”
The Kamel: “This proves beyond any doubt that she considers herself ready to possibly board a yellow school bus and explore many, many future and past possibilities while engaging in the oral application of her facial orifice to the engorged, engorged, I tells ya(!) member of any wally who may just have had the misfortune to have been passin’ within 100 metres of me!”
“We willl never know what we might have done until we haven’t done it, I tells ya!”
If any of the above is laden with typos and misquotations, Cats, then feel free to sue me. I’m with Tasha Smithies KC, I tells ya! 🙂
Trusts GPs are your peril. Proof of that is how many times I have embarrassed GPs by calling them out on their ignorance. I’m not alone, so many people I know have been disappointed by GPs. Occasionally a good one is found, I had that experience decades ago, a few very good ones. Now, not so sure, perhaps standards have fallen.
We just may have hit the jackpot with new GP at practice in Sydney. We have tried them all -either jackboot “you will do it my way” or “gets it wrong every time” or “just try this pill” – & all within the allotted 15 minutes.
However, husband had to see a doc quickly last week as woke up with one eye really badly inflamed. Needed to get it checked before driving to country. Only doc available was a young Asian guy – new to the practice. OK. What a revelation. Charming, meticulous in the examination, EXPLAINED his diagnosis IN DETAIL, showed screen of pictures of similar conditions on computer, explaining the manifestations. And best of all – tolerated and even encouraged my questions – as husband just nods! A GP that gives you confidence in his knowledge, practise, and interest in you as a person.
Yippee.