A hypothetical question.
You are informed by one of your children that they have a cancerous growth. Do you?:
Sink into despair and fear the worst.
Look on the Brightside and ignore the realities.
Endeavour to find out the true statistics.
I theoretically find myself in this dilemma . I’m a lost blogger at this time.
*Puts on tin Foil Hat*
I see the latest bright idea to protect the Cheeeldren is, censorship by any other name, of the Internet.
Theresa May will outline plans to prevent computers in schools, libraries and colleges from accessing unlawful material on the internet.
She has criticised universities for their "complacency" in tackling Islamic extremism on campus, saying that for too long they have not been sufficiently willing to recognise what was happening.
All in the name of protecting us from Terrorism.
But how long will it be before some bright spark in Government decides that us, anti big state, libertarians Bloggers are a threat to them.
Just a quick tweak of an Algorithm and………………………………………………
*Takes off nearly worn out tinfoil hat and replaces it carefully back in the cupboard*
It’s all down to money, believe it or not.
It all started with a frank discussion with my eldest daughter about the money she owed to credit card companies and banks. I endeavoured to attempt to help her as best as I could. After a bit of research I found an internet forum that purported to have a formula to regain the high charges that were being levied on her. However that forum was infested with Moderators that knew best, even when they were proved wrong so I left that forum when I was invited to join a new forum made up of those dissatisfied with the forum I’d left. I thoroughly enjoyed being a member there and with the exchange of experience I managed to claw back a large amount of money for my daughter (Bye the way Santander, you’re quite useless. You didn’t actually need to reimburse my daughter twice!). I also helped claw money back for others caught in the same predicament.
After eighteen months there, with many online friends, they opened an internal blogspot. This is where I found I could let my thoughts expand and run riot.
Eventually I realised that I was only writing to a narrow audience that didn’t understand my passion for writing about other than bank penalty charges. Not their fault at all. They were wonderful people doing a sterling job. But I had to move on.
Somehow I came across Blogger, and with great trepidation wrote my first post. This of course, was a heap of manure, but is was my first foray into the Blogosphere. And have I learnt so much, in so little time.
I’ve had to learn to add hyperlinks, imbed video and pictures, make up a blogroll, try and answer comments in polite and erudite way, and so much more.
Luckily I found out most of these from other bloggers who have been keen to help new bloggers.
I’d like to pay a little tribute to those bloggers that have opened my eyes to the sheer delusion that politicians are here to serve us, the climate change scam, that there are fake charities, useless bloodsucking quangos, the EU and it’s money stealing devices, and numerous other issues that the general public seem to be unaware of.
I can never match the top bloggers, but I’ll do my best to improve and stay the course.
Not if you are a property vendor.
Last year I helped one of my kids buy a flat in North London. On the day of moving her in, we find that the vendors have removed the bathroom fitted mirror (Complete with the plaster from the wall), All the sink and bath plugs, several curtain tracks, and even the oven shelves from the fitted oven.
On Friday I’m off to the North to help my son move into the property we have helped him buy. Guess what? Mirrors gone, curtain tracks removed (Looks like they’ve been removed by brute force , rather than finessed with a screwdriver), and they’ve even walked off with the Wheelie bins.
I’d guess that the couple from North London, moved to the North to continue their vandalistic lifestyle. All I can add is. You’re next Scotland and Wales.
I just don't understand my wife. She's
always nagging me to keep things around
the house fixed up..........
I replaced the broken door latch on her car.
I installed new taps in the kitchen sink.
I fixed the sagging kitchen cabinets.
I replaced the rotten steps by the front door.
She wanted a Porta-Potty" for when we went camping.
She wanted more privacy in the bathroom.
I fixed everything she wanted.......
And still, she isn't happy....!
Note to self. Must get around to serious posting.
David Cameron will commit to five guarantees on the NHS as he tries to shore up support for the Government's health reforms.
The personal pledges are: keeping waiting lists low, maintaining spending, no privatisation, ensuring patient care is properly co-ordinated and that the health service remains universally available and free at the point of delivery.
So that’s a no to reform then. Why didn’t you say that before?
A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train set in the living room.
She heard the train stop and her son saying, 'All of You b*****ds who want off, get off now, 'cos we're in a hurry! And all of you b*****ds who are getting on, get on now, 'cos we're going down the tracks'.
The horrified mother went in and told her son, 'We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and stay there for TWO HOURS.
When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.'
Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say,
'All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you.
We thank you for travelling with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one.'
She hears the little boy continue, 'For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train.
We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.'
As the mother began to smile, the child added..........
'For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat controller in the kitchen.
If you haven’t been there please do. There is a new collective, independent Blog, called The Orphans of liberty. Well worth adding to your Blogroll.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 1940's, 50's, 60's and even early 70's
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Burger King.
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner shop and buy Toffees, Gob stoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate biscuits, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
no video/dvd films, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms...........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...
We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays, we rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had try outs and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !
And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!
It would be nice to see our political class taking heed.
But then our politicians are not very clever either. Look at Huhne. He can’t even manage his own life.
And a little extra.
