What can I say…..

I’ve been offline for over a week… Anyone bothered? Nah. Another ranting blogger gone, no great loss eh?

Well I’m back, kind of. But I may disappear again because life is getting in the way. So what have I been up to?

Moving back in to our refurbished home for one. Trying to get our various tradespeople to finish the job we want to pay them for, which has led to the disappearance of our electrician who hasn’t finished and is supposed to have got our new distribution board connected by ESB, the Irish body which controls electricity supply in Ireland. But he’s buggered off. So. No electricity connection. We’re currently powering the entire house off two 13amp sockets via a tangle of extension leads. I have no kitchen, the oven and hob are disconnected. And the dishwasher is sitting in the middle like some odd piece of non-functional installation art.

This has pissed off our builders, who can’t finish because stuff has to be reconnected. Our firm of plumbers are swearing they’ll never work with that errant sparky again. In the meantime, we’re subsisting off four standard lamps for lighting, a jury rigged hot water system (Thank goodness for gas), and in the midst of the latest tranche of ‘Man made climate change’ I’ve had to deploy one of our mobile propane heaters to keep warm. In late July already.

The only reason I’ve got Internet at all is by configuring my phone as a mobile wi-fi hot spot.

Then there has been a series of events, one of which was my better half being injured. An event which entailed over an hours wait for an ambulance while Mrs S passed out from the pain. I couldn’t do anything and was reduced to the level of despairing onlooker. All I could do was ensure the ambulance had the right address and Eircode (Eircode = Post or Zip code for all you non Irish residents) and an accurate recounting of symptoms. Making an hours drive to the hospital, then stooging around for over six hours while she was treated. Then over an hours drive back home with a whimpering Mrs S in the co-pilots seat at around four in the morning. Followed by another early morning to let our builders and plumbers on site.

Then there has been tiling and grouting two bathrooms, building multiple items of IKEA furniture, clearing builders debris and playing bodyservant and caregiver to Mrs S. In the meantime managing to refurbish two antique pieces of furniture.

So. Pardonnez-moi if I haven’t cheered the closing of the UK centre for child abuse Tavistock clinic, remarked upon how racist and divisive the BBC is, pointed out that the USA elected an Alzheimers case to their highest office, or that the heatwave that lasted for a few days is not proof of ‘man made climate change’, or that the Monkeypox thing that certain people want us to get all uptight about is currently restricted to promiscuous gay men. Or even that the Ukraine / Russia fixture was occasioned by bad US foreign policy. As for Justin Trudeau, he’s still Canada’s biggest shithead.

Never mind that all the ‘woke’ garbage we’re supposed to swallow is getting called out as pure grift. According to the ‘woke’ all the calling out is only being done by ‘internet trolls’ as opposed to being a well deserved pile on from across social boundaries. Hint; it’s not the ‘trolls’ guys. Everybody with an operating brain cell thinks all you woke are complete eejits.

Notwithstanding. I’ve been very busy and it’s catching up with me. I’ve got to finish a range of tasks before getting back to my normal routine. So if anyone missed me…

I’ll be back.

A proposed modest solution to the coming food crisis

With those who fancy themselves our lords and masters telling us that an ‘insect based diet’ is really healthy and infinitely preferable to any form of animal protein, I find myself less than convinced. Are these people willing to put their stomachs and digestion on the line? Oh my goodness me, don’t be silly. They will have the best animal protein all to themselves while most farms and farmers go to desolation and waste, and livestock, ever a component of a healthy ecosystem, is confined to the plates of a select few and their hangers on.

Do you think the senior members of S.P.E.C.T.R.E. are going to give up their Chateaubriands to ‘save the planet’? If you do, I have a really excellent bridge to sell you. Absolute bargain. A never to be missed opportunity.

There is a food crisis coming down the tracks for those who will not or cannot take a few simple precautions. The global supply chains are not recovering fast enough after the COVID debacle and there are even people out there actively involved in trying to shut key elements down, usually ‘environmental’ protesters. Who seem to get gentler treatment from the farces of law and disorder than anyone else. Which, given the later content of this blog post, may not be such a bad thing.

Now, given that a crisis (Oh blood and sand, not another one!) is heading toward us at a high rate of knots, there is time to take action and make preparations. Imagine a scenario….

A senior member of the ‘Insulate Britain’ group is taking an early morning jog on a sunny morning, earbuds in, listening to sounds and generally having a pleasant interlude while plotting spreading misery to the rest of the travelling public. Another day, another protest. Not long now, capitalism is almost crushed.

To the background of pleasant morning birdsong, they turn into their privet lined middle class haven, passing a plain white delivery van with an open side door. As they pod alongside there is a swish of cloth followed by a short melange of sounds, a brief scrabble of trainer clad feet and a noise like someone hitting a melon with a hammer, followed by the metallic rumble of a van door closing. The birds keep singing. After a few moments the electric van whirrs away from the kerb. The joggers cellphone and earbuds are tossed into a well clipped hedge at the end of the street. The anonymous van turns left and disappears from sight.

A few short minutes later, in the concrete anonymity of a run down industrial estate, the same white van drops a black sack, quite heavy for its size, onto a pallet at the back door of an industrial kitchen. A steel roller shutter door rattles open. A bored forklift driver emerges and uses his machine to move the new arrival onto a belt of steel rollers. The forklift retreats inside, the van drives away and the roller shutter door rattles closed. From inside comes the buzzing whine of a bandsaw.

A while later a whiff of cooking heavily spiced pork drifts across the yard to a small group of vagrants who glance up expectantly. One grimaces. “Bloody hell, they’re going to feed us pork curry again.” His fellow down and outs berate him for his ingratitude. It’s meat, a rare treat in this day and age.

“I remember when there was beef, lamb, chicken and even goat. Kebabs even.” He comments sourly. “Now it’s either ground up tasteless insects or bloody Pork.”

“What would you rather have?” Snaps one of his fellows. “We all remember proper meat from before the crash. I think we’re lucky to have found this soup kitchen. We can’t afford to live, so we have to eat where we can. I’ll settle for this places dodgy pork curries and rice any day of the week. Stop your grousing or sod off.”

“I only meant I’d like something other than curried pork.” He mutters darkly.

“Beggars can’t be choosers mate, and guess what we are.” Says a sour faced woman to his left. “Come on. let’s get in the queue before it’s all gone.” She rises to her feet and begins to walk around the side of the building to join the early morning charity breadline. The others follow. One leading a scrawny dog, yawning mouth exposing it’s slack dripping tongue, canine eyes expectant. They join the already hundred metre queue for the long shuffle for their one meal of the day, not caring where it came from, only that their ever present hunger is appeased.

Okay, that’s just a fantasy. However the above scenario may yet be seen in the urban centres of dear old blighty. Seemingly random people kidnapped from the street, their bodies used to feed the victims of economic fallout from a crash engineered by those behind the ‘great reset’. There’s a form of poetic justice in my version though.

Yes my friends, if Schwab and his acolytes get their way, like those down and outs in my little vignette, there may well come a time when you will be grateful to eat your Greens. As most of them have never really worked for a living, they’re tender and juicy, and probably better for you than starvation.

Just a thought….

Following the science

Pulled half my fence posts this week only to find over half of them have rotted through at ground level. This means I’m left with around 10 four foot stumps with another seventeen more or less intact. This is not all that bad because I only wanted that many to be sticking up two feet out of the hard standing in their new location anyway. The full height ones are to be re-sited closer to the house to increase the size of the main meadow, the rotten remnants will be used to bulk out my raised beds.

We’ve done the maths and we know we can recover enough posts to partition off part of our yard for our walled vegetable garden. I’ve recovered enough wood to make all the raised beds and when the rain lets up next week will be getting another three beds set up for planting. Our great experiment is well underway and our first plantings are almost ready to be harvested.

I will have to make some frame covers out of scrap timber and clear builders polythene to turn some of the beds into mini-greenhouses for winter time. The beds themselves are in a sheltered location and camouflaged from the road behind two lockable gates. This is a simple precaution against the fallout coming our way late this year and next. I’ve seen the figures, read the crazy ‘Net Zero’ policies and foresee such a forthcoming big hiccup in the food chain that we’re all going to have to hunker down and get growing or suffer.

We’ve been threatened with a 23% rise in electrickery prices over here, despite running LED’s throughout and having our house totally re-insulated. So we’re not immune. Then there will be the ‘fart tax‘ on livestock, which will put the price of meat up. In economically straitened times like these this is insane. Personally I will be looking to put out a few traps for trespassing greenie urbanites. Got to get our meat from somewhere. Fancy another kebab? Very fresh, very nice. Yes, like our vegetables, local supply and totally organic. Erm, no, it’s not Pork… More chilli sauce anyone?

Not that these taxes will bother me too much as we little to do with the department of Agriculture, no matter how many ‘subsidies’ they offer. I’d rather earn less and pay lower taxes than feed the monster of big government and corporate influence. Probably end up eating healthier that way. My neighbours do livestock, and we will, as I have mentioned several times before, be bartering honey and chicken for beef, lamb and pork. Might have to cut down on the bread, but that’s no big problem. Low carbohydrate diets appear to be healthier anyway.

Don’t mind me, I’m just following the science and best practice. Doing the whole organic thing and flying below the radar. You Mr Sticker, arch ‘science denier’? Yes me, but I don’t deny science, not proper science, verified by experimental proof anyway. I’m actually quite a fan of empirical science and unfudged data, because they rarely send you wrong. So I spend a lot of my evenings, instead of waiting for the next prognostication of doom from the idiot maker in the living room, reading, watching videos on topics like distribution boards and plant propagation, and generally trying to sort the wheat from the chaff.

In addition I’ve started recovering mesh and timber for the chicken coops, which will be concealed up on my top meadow, behind a small stand of trees. Not invisible, but just concealed enough not to be obvious in case officialdom comes a-sneaking around. Just like where I’ve sited my beehives. If you know what you’re looking for, they’re plain as the proverbial pikestaff. If not, nothing to see here, catch you later.

Notwithstanding, the Teagasc will not be interested in our little operation. We’re too small scale for them. And I don’t want to get involved with grants and suchlike. They’re always a double edged sword. Too many conditions and rules. I want to get by without being tempted by the public purse because of the attendant terms and conditions these ‘incentives’ always drag behind them. Like the corporate ‘Green’ agenda, which is anything but environmentally friendly.

So yes, I do follow science, but maybe when someone swears up is sideways and left is down and tells me I’m ‘anti-science’ if I don’t automatically fall in line with their version, well, colour me sceptical.

Oh for heavens sake, people!

A few nice hot Summer days and everyone in the mainstream media is losing their shit. For heavens sake, it’s SUMMER. You know, that two or three weeks of the year when it’s not semi solid cloud, sporadically drizzling or chucking it down with rain.

I keep on coming across people in comments sections who seem to believe that human activity is adversely affecting the weather. These people are terminally guilty of having highly selective memories and being complete drama queens. These wavy hand alarmists really need to learn to build bridges and get right over themselves.

From time to time we get short periods of hot weather. This has been true all through recorded history and it is most definitely not ‘getting worse’. Even the most cursory glance through weather reports from 100 or 200 years ago will amply demonstrate this simple fact. Indeed an argument can be made that the last forty years have been relatively benign. Weather related casualties have also dropped to all time lows, certainly compared to the 19th and early 20th centuries. Fewer people are dying from weather related disasters than at any time in recorded history. Isn’t that a good thing?

All the stuff the mainstream media and certain politicians blither on about isn’t happening. Islands are not sinking under the waves. Sea levels stubbornly refuse to rise and drown us all. Fossil fuels like oil and coal have had the fingers of doom pointed at them and nothing bad happens. Now cow farts have been blamed for the non-existent ‘climate crisis’, Yet still the weather does what the weather does and there is no correlation between reality and the scary output of data models.

Outside my window, two of our local hares are hopping around in recently cut grass, a flock of small birds and a solitary Rook are searching the ground for insects. I can hear Magpies and Crows arguing. The grass is green and for a change the air is still, as are the blades of the Wind turbines over the county border in Galway. My bees are coming out of their hives to start the days nectar and pollen gathering. Two of our local Wagtails are courting and the Swallows are feeding on the wing, swooping elegantly through the air.

Despite all the dramatic ‘red warnings’, birds have failed to fall from the sky. The hay crop is in. Sunday promises to be a really pleasant warm day. A day to relax and enjoy this short lived hiatus. Sit out and catch a few rays to bolster my immune system. I don’t think we’re going to get another Summer like 1976, but two or three warm dry periods this year would be just the ticket.

Me, I’ve switched off the TV and radio, picked a couple of books, and I’m going off to enjoy myself. I’ve got some suncream. Catch you on the flip side.

The real S.P.E.C.T.R.E.

Setting the world to rights over morning coffee. Mrs S and I fell to discussing the evils of the world and what might be done about it.

Anyone familiar with the Bond movie franchise should be familiar with the organisation known as the ‘Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion’ or S.P.E.C.T.R.E. Put simply they appear to be a cabal of rich psychopaths making their money from all the crimes under the sun (Sound familiar?). This international gangster / corporation committed acts of murder and terrorism to manipulate financial markets. They owned politicians at all levels. They unleashed deadly plagues upon the populace in order to amass wealth and power. They promoted war, discord and unrest. All for their profit and their ‘new world order’.

Yet even so, I’ve always felt that there was something honest about The fictional S.P.E.C.T.R.E.’s mendacity and greed. For them it was always about money. Steal a nuclear bomb? Pay S.P.E.C.T.R.E. and get it back, undetonated (Cross our hearts and hope to die, Terrapins tickle us if we lie sort of thing). They owned the drug trade and illicit money laundering. All they wanted was money.

The new S.P.E.C.T.R.E. by contrast is operating out in the open. They not only own many Western politicians, their acolytes get appointed to high government office. The EU is full of them. Indeed all western countries governments are infected with their ideology. And these are people involved in attempts at land theft, perverting the law, and all sorts of other criminal activity. Well, at least it would be if it was anyone but a Government doing it.

Apropos of nothing; just so we should all be aware of what we’re dealing with, I’ve taken the liberty of updating their super secret logo. At least it’s more honest than they are.

But can we identify any of these evil people? At the lower levels we can’t because they are often indoctrinated family members who aren’t self aware enough to realise the evil that they do. Particularly in the mainstream media, where self awareness doesn’t seem to be a plus. Even those at the upper echelons don’t see the evil because they are too invested in what they see as the ‘solutions’. Part of that ‘solution’ is the ESG philosophy. The ‘Environmental, Social and Governance’ ratings.

So; this ESG rating. What is it and who sets them? It’s interesting to note that Tesla (Greenest of the Green – if you believe the hype) recently got pushed out of the top 500 ESG companies while most of the major oil and gas companies remain (Definitely not ‘Green’ at all-despite vigorous ‘greenwashing‘).

Which would suggest to the more sceptical investor that ESG nowadays has more to do with lip service to ‘woke’ politics than the real business of making a profit to benefit their employees, customers and investors. Frankly, if I am asked to invest in a company that makes a big deal about it’s ESG rating, my money goes elsewhere.

On that topic, Elon Musk has been upsetting the ‘woke’ and they have responded by kicking his companies out of the top 500 as one way of getting back at him. Because the ‘woke’ have no moral brakes. Their cult of hate, because that is what it is, thrives not on tolerance or celebrating our differences, because like it or not, we are all born different, but from ever increasing divisiveness. And you’d have to be really dense not to see where all that is coming from.

To see the proofs that the real S.P.E.C.T.R.E. does this is simply to watch their interviews and TED talks, The new S.P.E.C.T.R.E. is, like the Nazis before them, overt Eugenicists. They even have people with connections to the Nazis our forefathers (My parents and their contemporaries) fought and defeated in the mid 20th century. They want the earths human population reduced to 500 million. But only the ‘little’ people, like you or me, will get to do the dying. The members and associates of this evil cabal get to do the killing. Either by stripping people of their agency and property or by blunt force.

Now we’ve seen examples of the blunt force in action both in London UK, Amsterdam, Netherlands and Ontario Canada. Police baton charges on clearly non-violent demonstrations, non-violent demonstrators shot at and trampled. Yet when it comes to overtly violent organisations like BLM and Antifa, both catspaws of the corrupt and powerful, so many like them too often get a free pass when they riot and burn neighbourhoods. This is well documented.

The new S.P.E.C.T.R.E. are a collection of fascist organisations by any twist of the imagination. Like the fascist movements of the mid 20th century they are fanatical ‘Greens’. Go look up their stance on the fictional man made global warming.

Like other national socialists before them, they fund biological warfare. Don’t think so? Who has been funding biological labs all over the world looking at ‘gain of function‘ for deadly diseases? It ain’t the tooth fairy baby.

So who are they? Names please Mr Sticker. Name them or turn in your tinfoil hat. The names are public domain. Bilderberg, Davos, Rockefeller Foundation, Open Borders, Tides Foundation and all it’s associated NGO’s. The ‘World Economic Forum’ founded by an avowed Nazi and supported by their ‘Junior Leader’ programme. These are the new S.P.E.C.T.R.E., and they’re running the place now. Through influence peddling and lobbying they’ve been doing it with taxpayer dollar. Trying to steal our property, our livelihoods, with our freaking money.

Calling Mr Bond. James Bond. We have a little job for you. Although maybe the head of this crazy cabal doesn’t look like he’s aged so well…

Which begs another question; how do you go about pensioning off a Supervillain? Answers via the dead drop in Berkeley Square, London.

The great smash and grab

Well it’s out in the open. The crime of the century. Not content with stripping people of their rights, now certain western governments are coming after their property. Netherlands, Canada, and a whole number of other countries are on board with this, all to ‘save the planet’, which is a bollocks argument. The politicians are even trying to introduce it in Ireland. So sensible people of my acquaintance are laying in long term supplies and hunkering down.

“Yeah, but it’s only farmers. They have too much anyway…” I hear some of you saying, using the cheap ‘Yeah, but it’s only’ argument. The problem with this is that sooner or later those using this argument run out of people to rob and everyone starves. Well, not everyone, just most people. Which may involve you and me incidentally. No farming or farmers means no food. Remember that.

Because once the corrupt can asset strip farmers, how soon will it be until they come after your tiny corner? Because they will. Because they want everything. Of course if you watch the bought and paid for mainstream media, you won’t see a peep, or at best lip service. Only fragments of what those (Temporarily) in charge want you to see.

If you want to see what’s going on, try this Youtube channel. Their coverage is in depth, and as far as I can tell, as unbiased as is possible. Find at this link a sample from June 2022 about the Ukrainian crisis and Ukrainian labs involved in ‘gain of function’ (Making a virus or bacterium more virulent) research. Conspiracy theory? I don’t think so..

The great smash and grab has been underway since before 2019. All the dots line up. Massively over-hyped ‘pandemic’ from a bug cooked up in a US funded Chinese lab (This is proven, not a ‘conspiracy theory’) then finding out that other labs, like those in Ukraine (Oh yes there were) are being funded with the objective of ‘gain of function’ (The documents are all public domain – unless Zelensky ordered them burned).

Now after the ‘pandemic’ comes the ‘great reset’, underpinned by the idiotic ‘save the planet’ meme. I say ‘saving the planet’ is nothing but grand theft world. We’re at serious risk of having our own property stolen by the very people we put in high positions of trust.

At the risk of sounding repetitive, I’ll say it again; neither you, nor I, ‘little people’ can ‘save the planet’. The numbers simply don’t make sense. The so-called ‘theory’ of man made climate change doesn’t make sense.

The ‘physics’ some people like to quote at me in various YouTube comment threads is more full of holes than Swiss cheese. Yet when I pointed out a few salient facts from Engineering college materials science, one commenter (Probably an AI ‘bot) first denied there was such a word as ‘Saturation’ then did a complete mental flip flop to deny that anything, anywhere could get saturated, when it is a well documented phenomenon. I even quoted peer reviewed scientific studies at them, but no, they weren’t having that and in the end I had to walk away. These things just aren’t worth the blood pressure.

If this continues, we might just have to eject the eejits like the Sri Lankans just did. The UN cannot be trusted either, they’re in this, up to their well coiffed hairlines. Nor can the USA, less so under Trump but definitely not under Biden or the Democrats.

Watch the videos, read the links. It’s all there, from reputable sources too. I call what is going on the great smash and grab. Catchy, yes?

It wasn’t too hard to see the inflation and economic damage coming. All you had to do was stop, take a breath and look.

Crystallising my thinking

Those of you familiar with the layout of this blog might notice that the ‘Martin Scriblerus’ affiliation links and graphics are all gone. I now consider myself to be an ex-member of that group of blogs.

This is just the result of me thinking the whole idea of a modern iteration of the satirical writing society of Swift and company is past it’s sell by date. The original, which included satirists such as Jonathan Swift (Gulliver’s Travels) and poet Alexander Pope, had purpose. The new version I feel, wasn’t going anywhere, and never will.  So I’m doing what I normally do and getting out ahead of the crowd.

A few things have crystallised my thinking of late: the whole world is gripped by insanity, and satire is more about shaking up the complacent than waking up zombies. Besides, most of what I see in the world goes well beyond satire.

I only accepted the invitation to join out of some vague form of vanity. Now I think it’s time to move on and see what happens. Real life is calling. I have a house to finish fixing and bees to keep. There is work to do, and I must attend to my duties.

I’ll still be here of course, shouting into my own personal bucket at a crazy world, it’ll just be on my own account and not under anyone else’s brand.

Best regards,


I’m not a saviour…

“What do you do?” I was asked today.

“Mostly I move money and keep bees.” I replied.

“You keep bees?” They seemed pleased to hear this. “So you’re helping save the planet?”

I smiled gently and tried to keep a straight face. The planet is fine. It doesn’t need a saviour, and least of all me. I just nodded and smiled while the eejit in front of me waxed lyrical about how vital bees are to agriculture and how important beekeepers are. Eventually I managed to extricate myself without bursting into fits of giggles.

‘Planet saver’ my cute and furry arse. The whole beekeeping thing was a complete fluke. We’d put a bid on our current house and land long before I even thought of keeping bees. I knew I didn’t want to keep livestock and Mrs S wanted a wildflower meadow so the whole bee thing came out of that. We wanted to do something integrated that wouldn’t be too much work and had a nice end product, like honey, mead and distilled mead. So bees and honey fitted the bill nicely. That and I’ve always been a conservationist at heart and have been ‘growing my own’ since I was a toddler. Indeed, one of my most cherished memories is still being in nappies (diapers) and Ma teaching me how to put seeds in a little furrow. I think they were carrot seeds.

The whole ‘saving the planet’ bullshit is just complete nonsense. A complete load of cheap, badly patched flannel. Bees are needed for pollination and that makes more flowers, fruit and vegetables. Which lets me use the knowledge culled from my ‘O’ level biology classes. That and I find growing things calms the spirit and steadies the soul. my motives are purely selfish.

As for the planet, frankly I don’t think it is at risk. At least not anything we mere humans can do anything about. We’re just the tenants, for the moment, and as long as we don’t burn the feckin place down in a stupid war, it’ll keep ticking over nicely until we all go extinct from our own stupidity. Or at least until our planets core solidifies and Earth ends up like Mars. Or a meteorite triggers a massive ice age.

Won’t need any help from me. Whatever. I won’t live to see the end of the world. The only people who do want to see our little blue green marble die are immature self aggrandising drama queens who like the idea of starring in a horror movie no-one will ever see.

No wonder Aliens ride through our solar system with their windows wound up and the doors securely locked.

I will miss

I had such high hopes of Boris Johnson, but found myself increasingly alienated as his Prime Ministership developed. The lockdowns, the masks, the travel restrictions, the cowardice in the face of a comparatively minor threat.

Now he’s resigning, there is a part of me that will miss him. But the upside is that Carrie Simmonds loses her grip on the bollocks of power. She is the one who (I feel) has hag ridden Bojo into implementing the crazy ‘net zero’ anti-human WEF agenda.

I won’t miss her.

I declare this day….

Today my friends we are on the cusp of a new era. A bright new dawn awakens us to the new reality. I, Bill Sticker, of this Parish and resident in Ireland, do declare August 2022 to be “Global no pronouns month“.

During August 2022 we declare this blog will be a pronoun-free area. Readers may address the host and other commenters in whatsoever fashion they wish, regardless of assumed or implied gender or identity. We guarantee that no offence will be taken. Indeed we wish to encourage friendly discourse by dropping all gender identities or pronouns for the foreseeable future.

When entering comments, we would like to encourage our reader to use whatever friendly terms of address they see fit. “Sunshine”, “Chum”, “Mate” are all more than acceptable, and we will even refuse to take umbrage if challenged with “Oy, you” or even “F*ckface”.

No one will be reported to the cops for ‘hate crimes’, and we will refuse to allow the farces of law and disorder to prosecute by submitting letters to any given court stating that no offence was sought, taken or given by the use of such language.

The use of silly made up pronouns is, in turn, forbidden. All reference to said pronouns will be deleted / amended with a suitable retort in the comments by the blog owner. We retain full editorial control.

While we do not care what your name is, or however you wish to describe yourself, we would ask all contributors and commenters to keep those personal details to themselves. Regardless of assumed gender or sexuality.

In short, the attitude of this blog is “F*ck your moronic made up pronouns”. and “Take your freak show elsewhere.”

This has been a public service announcement.

In other news….

Bill Sticker went to the Electric Chair this evening.

Hey, hang on? What!?

I know he’s a bit of a dicey cove but seriously? He’s not even based in the USA. Did the yanks reel him in with that Assange guy they’ve been gunning for?

Sorry. Ahem. No, no, no, not that kind of electric chair but this kind.

He’ll be back when he’s untied all the knots and strains in his back. This may take some time….

For those of you thinking “About time too – the swine...” Har, har, har.

For your amusement…

While I’m busy with the house and the business, American comedian Jim Breuer totally nails the last two years….

Well it made oi larf…. Pass it on.

H/T Ivor Cummins.