When the majority of people's opinions of oneself don't register, or are at least taken very lightly (a la le pinch of de salt), you will find you are free to be as honest as your soul permits. There are no limits, no boundaries, and even if a tiny percentage believe you are simply winding them up (I understand its called 'trolling' these days?) pull no breaths and carry on. You owe it to your dignity to be raw as possible, offend or please. I have strong ideas and beliefs but I am a fair man, harsh yes indeed but fair! And more importantly I care very little, or none at all in a lot of cases, what my fellow man thinks of me because of those beliefs. I would rather be thought of as an honest rotter than spineless crowd pleaser, ploughing bullshite and buttering bread on both sides. That path leads to a sickening sense of having conned ones own 'fabric'.
There is no occasion that I can see where holding back would ever benefit anyone. Not even amongst sickness and death. Be 100% or pull the veil, and I have no place in my life for veils. Hiding doesn't suit me, its not my style. I call a pig a pig, a clown a clown. And heaven help the man or woman who ever has the audacity to try and water my opinions down. The fly will surely meet the boot's heel. Life with all its rich tapestry always gets it both barrels from the Drunken Philosopher! I do not hold back, I refuse to wet thy brow with unnecessary gently comments when none are deserving.
I am not a selfish man but this generosity is not sprinkled around like confetti. Most of the time Life (always capitol L) deserves a straight talking to. Whenever someone says or does something that is outside of my scheme of things, I will always stab them in the chest, never the back. If you are wrong, I will tell YOU. Not for me is the slinking off to talk bile behind your back. People deserve more than that, they deserve the truth. Rather that than lie, or flattering to deceive, I wasn't built that way.
Of course there are those special type of idiot who require only silence. Or those I know who would never handle my shotgun attitude. I usually leave those with a blank space like the dunce left alone in the corner. I don't see why I should waste my valuable wisdom on that type. A sort too ignorant to understand the motions of my lips.
Long I will continue too, there shall be no respite from the hammer of truth.
The wisest man in Blogdom. "I know that I know nothing but booze. Hicsh!" Knowledge born out of the debris of anarchy. Straight up. Tidy mun! *All works ©Steven Francis*
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Luxuries Of the Less Guilty Man
Yo me shuggers, im back atcha, belching sober fumes from the porch. And lemme tell thee; man which denies himself humble luxury is a fool. And a twit. And probably smells of Jaffa Cakes. What earthly good is greeting death after a lifetime of self imposed abstinence toward life's finer things? There are no pockets on shrouds mun! Don't we all (shirkers and malingerers not included) work hard enough to be deserving of something nice at the day's end? Ye carrotte ye sticke! Rich reward! Mark my words and mark them well: there is no shame in buying the good things in life and one should never be embarrassed about doing so. I myself adore the Welsh caviar, Laverbread and Jagermeister, both not cheap but why should I refrain from buying them just because Joe No-Shoes cannot afford to do so? Ye poppycockes! What absurdity is this? Ive earned the right to have my share of luxury and will thank others not to try and make me guilty for having it. Ye Gods what sullen monsters this world creates through foolish, mythical ideals spawned from a heart that never was, nor ever could be.
Thursday, 11 July 2013
HRH Margot Poet O' Lice
Hallo hallo, what? Hic! I was going to give this a giant messy miss but whaddaya know? F**k it, ima join in and predict this new Royal sprogs name. Im not interested in the slightest, just bored outta my razz'd skull and I reckon these names ive come up with are really rather ACE, so here goes...NURSE! *Pours Drink*
1. Shidbert Fandangle
2. Blootie Gurten Thamcunster III
3. Heyho Giddenthink Funjafix
4. Sheik Alleh Alleh MacBastuud
5. Shadonay Graspafit Le Spinkwaddle
6. Walter Curmidgeon
7. Kenklehawke Spudtwanger Jones
8. Fudday Pinkspitt Helsunka Proone
9. Gretchen Cocklewacker
10. Sally Moses DeMumps
11. Flintlock Alabasta Fannaybaster
12. Doggshuten Makrogunk
13. Gherkin Mangle McNutt
14. Salamander Davis II
15. Margot Poet O' Lice
16. Gattleborn Tenderlegs Bunce
17. Gideon Razzhoop the Elder
18. Gwdi Harold of Hw
19. Sacrilege Smith
20. Tenderloin SkullEye MacCloud
Well? What dost thou thinkest my crib full of kitty cats? Pretty neat huh? C'mon mun, a lot of slurry seeped from my rancid imagination with that lot, gimme some kindness good sir! Hic! Now, if only, OHHHH IF ONLY one of those names was actually chosen! What colour, what freckled madness it would bring to this oft sordid little world! Deary me, bring the light! Bring, bring, bring me the light of ages! Hic! Raaaa! Oh Margot! Blessed Miss O' Lice, we coulda been immooooortaaaaal!
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
Angel's Promise...
Death lurks in the shadows. It plots and plans, then pounces to maim and kill. To destroy and take away any scrap of happiness you may have. To ruin thy life, that is deaths aim in this world (but not the next.) It wants to take away your fun and replace it with black holes of mourning. Death has no heart as it showed yet again last night when news of the dreadful bombing of the Boston marathon was announced to the world. And the very spirit of death walked tall, blooming in its macabre cloak, prowling amidst a horrified and bloodied crowd of thousands.
But do you know what stood taller? What shined brighter than a million diamonds adrift at the foot of the ocean? It was human. Those brave folks, who after the explosions had spread their miserable carnage, went out and tended to the dying and grievously wounded without care for their own skin. Those bent figures were not bowing at all! Evil must never forget this. All of those figures were shards of good, the un~killable good, who after receiving a body blow will shrug it off and gather its pieces (the mortal flesh) to heal and live again.
Good will always triumph over evil for you cannot break the human spirit.
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Until the People
appreciate talent before it is seen by millions, then all hope for up and coming talent is doomed. Beside the odd one or two who are discovered by whatever means, the rest sail down the plug hole. And nobody seems to care. What a pathetic state for creative and gifted people to be in! The odd patch of cream gets to rise, whilst mostly the rest sink into oblivion. I used to think that social media would change this. Now? Im not so sure.
Write? Paint? Sing? Start a page on Facebook showing off your talent. See how many 'Likes' you get. Win some idiotic X Factor type show and within days, you will be the proud owner of hundreds of thousands of *Thumbs Up* but try doing it your own way however and you will be lucky if those thumbs get above 500. Its hugely frustrating too because your art could be just as good (or even better) than those warbling on television but without the TVs backing? You don't stand a chance. And don't forget, these people who ignore you, would be the first ones to 'like' you (Facebook style) if only you'd appeared on ITV or the BBC.
Heifers hooked on Pringles with minds leaking over the greasy kitchen floor. These are the shells we need to break but most days it all feels so futile. We are but one click away from appreciation but alas the words and music are lost among what is popular,and what is backed by television studios. The underground poetry and songs will seldom reach the masses and its lost anyway because unless these fleshy herds are told by media to 'like' something (still Facebook style) then the poets and singers will never be liked (in or out of Facebook.)
Write? Paint? Sing? Start a page on Facebook showing off your talent. See how many 'Likes' you get. Win some idiotic X Factor type show and within days, you will be the proud owner of hundreds of thousands of *Thumbs Up* but try doing it your own way however and you will be lucky if those thumbs get above 500. Its hugely frustrating too because your art could be just as good (or even better) than those warbling on television but without the TVs backing? You don't stand a chance. And don't forget, these people who ignore you, would be the first ones to 'like' you (Facebook style) if only you'd appeared on ITV or the BBC.
Heifers hooked on Pringles with minds leaking over the greasy kitchen floor. These are the shells we need to break but most days it all feels so futile. We are but one click away from appreciation but alas the words and music are lost among what is popular,and what is backed by television studios. The underground poetry and songs will seldom reach the masses and its lost anyway because unless these fleshy herds are told by media to 'like' something (still Facebook style) then the poets and singers will never be liked (in or out of Facebook.)
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Death vs Death
Some areas in Great Britain held street parties last night to celebrate the death of Baroness Margaret Thatcher. Scoundrels! How low can ye go? Partying because a frail 87 year lady has died? Listen up and hear me well; all the hatred aimed at her in life has no purpose now but to serve anger itself. She is in her eternal sleep of jewelled flowers and golden tea, where drafts of rage can no longer touch her. And considering how the Iron Lady would have swatted any petty criticism aside like a tiger toying with a shrew when she was alive, I cannot think how celebrations in death will offend her.
Or were the parties to satisfy your own selfish, pathetic needs? *Guffaws* The next time liberals accuse Conservatives of being uncaring, cruel and evil and I will remind them of this behaviour.
As I will remind folk of this; Margaret Thatcher was a democratically elected Prime Minister! She was not a despot, using secret police and other nefarious methods to get control. It was those strikers on picket lines that took any democracy away by stopping those who DID want to work by violent means. One miner was killed from another one throwing a paving slab on his car! All because he was defying the picket lines!
The seventies were blighted by the trade unions waiting for winter and then coming out on strike at it's heart. Holding the country to ransom for ANNUAL pay rises of up to 36% ABOVE inflation. This was the likes of Scargill and co. And they bled us dry. We were bankrupted by them. And then the Winter of Discontent happened. And they ALL came out. Miners, power workers, transport workers; even funeral directors, everything tied into the TGWU came out. People lay on a slab for 2 months waiting to be buried. The entire country was a ruin. Rubbish not collected for months, rats everywhere. And the unions laughed, and brought down Callaghan's Labour Government.
And Thatcher stood up at the General Election and made ONE SIMPLE PROMISE. Elect me. And THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. ELECT ME AND I WILL DESTROY THEM. She won a landslide. On that promise. And she became the last elected Prime Minister to actually hold true to her election promise. She did exactly what she said. She utterly destroyed the unions. Obliterated them. The cost was those industries. We knew that would be the price. But we would not allow them to hold us to ransom again.
What she did, she did with our BLESSING. The socialists and people who backed those strikes have only themselves to blame for what happened. Baroness Thatcher didn't destroy those industries and communities for fun or as part of a class war. She did it to stop them holding the country to ransom again. And then she held the purse strings tight and re-built the economy and the country and Britain again stood tall and thrived.
And we won back the global respect we had lost while the left wing ruled. In the Falklands we were thankful for her being in office. Those of us who went 'south' in '82 did so knowing we had a leader who would not - and did not- interfere. She sent the military and allowed us to do our job. Gave us the money, the equipment and most of all THE FREEDOM to get the job done. Our lands had been invaded. We had a gun up our nose. SHE led us. Frankly Thatcher took a very broken Britain by the hand like a strict old fashioned Matron and LED THE COUNTRY BACK TO WHERE IT HAD ONCE BEEN.
We were the worlds 3rd major power in ALL respects. And as for the world, it has NEVER been safer than when Thatcher was in Downing Street, Reagan was in the White House and Gorbachev was in the Kremlin as the three spoke DAILY. They laid the ground for the fall of the Berlin Wall. The Russians were TERRIFIED of her. And the world again feared Britain. And lets not forget that she gave people the full right to buy their own council property. Her vision was that the TENNANT and the tennant alone could buy that property.
As soon as her party stabbed her in the back the feeding frenzy began as under her the famous Tory grandee greed was held in check. So they stabbed her, led by the europro traitor ponce Heseltine - who didn't have the guts to face her openly and alone - they arranged her removal. And we have been a broken patsy for europe ever since. So yes, tonight I will celebrate the death of Baroness Thatcher, with thanks, with respect, and with sadness, because she allowed me to know what we could be, what we could achieve, what it meant to be BRITISH.
Or were the parties to satisfy your own selfish, pathetic needs? *Guffaws* The next time liberals accuse Conservatives of being uncaring, cruel and evil and I will remind them of this behaviour.
As I will remind folk of this; Margaret Thatcher was a democratically elected Prime Minister! She was not a despot, using secret police and other nefarious methods to get control. It was those strikers on picket lines that took any democracy away by stopping those who DID want to work by violent means. One miner was killed from another one throwing a paving slab on his car! All because he was defying the picket lines!
The seventies were blighted by the trade unions waiting for winter and then coming out on strike at it's heart. Holding the country to ransom for ANNUAL pay rises of up to 36% ABOVE inflation. This was the likes of Scargill and co. And they bled us dry. We were bankrupted by them. And then the Winter of Discontent happened. And they ALL came out. Miners, power workers, transport workers; even funeral directors, everything tied into the TGWU came out. People lay on a slab for 2 months waiting to be buried. The entire country was a ruin. Rubbish not collected for months, rats everywhere. And the unions laughed, and brought down Callaghan's Labour Government.
And Thatcher stood up at the General Election and made ONE SIMPLE PROMISE. Elect me. And THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. ELECT ME AND I WILL DESTROY THEM. She won a landslide. On that promise. And she became the last elected Prime Minister to actually hold true to her election promise. She did exactly what she said. She utterly destroyed the unions. Obliterated them. The cost was those industries. We knew that would be the price. But we would not allow them to hold us to ransom again.
What she did, she did with our BLESSING. The socialists and people who backed those strikes have only themselves to blame for what happened. Baroness Thatcher didn't destroy those industries and communities for fun or as part of a class war. She did it to stop them holding the country to ransom again. And then she held the purse strings tight and re-built the economy and the country and Britain again stood tall and thrived.
And we won back the global respect we had lost while the left wing ruled. In the Falklands we were thankful for her being in office. Those of us who went 'south' in '82 did so knowing we had a leader who would not - and did not- interfere. She sent the military and allowed us to do our job. Gave us the money, the equipment and most of all THE FREEDOM to get the job done. Our lands had been invaded. We had a gun up our nose. SHE led us. Frankly Thatcher took a very broken Britain by the hand like a strict old fashioned Matron and LED THE COUNTRY BACK TO WHERE IT HAD ONCE BEEN.
We were the worlds 3rd major power in ALL respects. And as for the world, it has NEVER been safer than when Thatcher was in Downing Street, Reagan was in the White House and Gorbachev was in the Kremlin as the three spoke DAILY. They laid the ground for the fall of the Berlin Wall. The Russians were TERRIFIED of her. And the world again feared Britain. And lets not forget that she gave people the full right to buy their own council property. Her vision was that the TENNANT and the tennant alone could buy that property.
As soon as her party stabbed her in the back the feeding frenzy began as under her the famous Tory grandee greed was held in check. So they stabbed her, led by the europro traitor ponce Heseltine - who didn't have the guts to face her openly and alone - they arranged her removal. And we have been a broken patsy for europe ever since. So yes, tonight I will celebrate the death of Baroness Thatcher, with thanks, with respect, and with sadness, because she allowed me to know what we could be, what we could achieve, what it meant to be BRITISH.
Thursday, 28 March 2013
Ban the Bulls?
On Tuesday, schoolgirl Jade Lomas-Anderson was savaged to death by four dogs (believed to be two Bull Mastiffs and two Staffordshire bull terriers.) It must have been a horribly bloody attack and a worst death is hard to imagine. My thoughts first and foremost of course are with Jade and her family/friends but is it now time to review the Dangerous Dogs act? Its been reported that even Jade's mother was afraid of one of her dogs. Why own something you are fearful of? Its wreckless, dangerous and bordering on madness.
The 'pack mentality' is in the dogs blood and no matter how well you raise this type of animal there is always, always a chance the 'switch' could get flicked and a terrible fatality occurs (as happened here.) Anyone who is remotely casual around these breeds shouldn't be allowed to own one in my opinion.
I saw this posted on a forum I frequent by a bull breed owner:
"I own a bull breed and he is a wonderful sweet dog that loves people, but I am aware that these dogs can be dangerous if not brought up correctly. Dogs should be licensed, people should be trained on how to look after dogs correctly and understand how to treat them and there behaviour. If people want dogs so badly they will do the training and pay for the licence!"
Seems very sensible and I agree 100%. As it stands now, anyone can buy a bull terrier type dog and you often see young thugs being pulled along the pavement by one, thinking they enhance a supposed tough guy image. Its become a cliché to say that dangerous dogs are like owning loaded guns but its true.
The 'pack mentality' is in the dogs blood and no matter how well you raise this type of animal there is always, always a chance the 'switch' could get flicked and a terrible fatality occurs (as happened here.) Anyone who is remotely casual around these breeds shouldn't be allowed to own one in my opinion.
I saw this posted on a forum I frequent by a bull breed owner:
"I own a bull breed and he is a wonderful sweet dog that loves people, but I am aware that these dogs can be dangerous if not brought up correctly. Dogs should be licensed, people should be trained on how to look after dogs correctly and understand how to treat them and there behaviour. If people want dogs so badly they will do the training and pay for the licence!"
Seems very sensible and I agree 100%. As it stands now, anyone can buy a bull terrier type dog and you often see young thugs being pulled along the pavement by one, thinking they enhance a supposed tough guy image. Its become a cliché to say that dangerous dogs are like owning loaded guns but its true.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)