122 slimey MPs on the wall ...

Now the politicians are trying to cut down on our drinking by making it more expensive and difficult to find, all in the name of saving us from ourselves because hell, I've made it to 41 and they know better than me - after all most of them haven't work it a productive job all their lives, but still this qualifies them to act like my Nana.

Now here's my theory why some (SOME I might add - not ALL of us) drink too much. We live in an unproductive economy, earning less than just about every significant OECD country. We are treated like a bunch of moronic, clueless children. The pathetic wages that we do manage to claw together is heavily taxed and handed to the most incredibly ungrateful bunch of beneficiaries ever. So the more money you take from us the less prosperous we are, the less fun we have, the more likely we are to drink and the more likely we are to drink cheap rubbish, which we all know makes you a horrible drunk. Russia being proof of this, in all it's depressing socialists regimes.

The more restrictions you put on substances, the stronger they become, the more they are abused. Drugs being the obvious demonstration of this problem all over the world and particularly in the US. Prohibition of alcohol early last century being another. But the mindless middle class just love trying to control the rest of us with their pious domination - its like living in society that's not run by individuals but run by the teachers union.

And don't you just love how the MPs think that we should pay more for our alcohol, of course it's not like the increase will effect their pocket given that they get us to pay for their drug high, along with holidays and living expenses.

Not PC, covers this insane proposal more eloquently and with just the right amount of profanity.

What is love worth?

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw were a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling!

"He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks,"Son ... what happened last night?"

"Well, you came home after 3am, drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. "Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,"Leave me alone, I'm married!!"

Broken coffee table $239.99
Hot breakfast $4.20
Two aspirins $0.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time ... priceless.

Weather, weather, weather ...

I was moaning about TV1's 6pm news, with the weather coverage just going on and on and on. I'm sure it must take up 15 minutes of the hour and is so dreadfully boring.

My brother mentioned that TV3 doesn't make such a meal about the weather, so that night I watch TV3 news and he was right, it was great, I think it probably only took up 5 minutes. They also didn't do those weird teasers that seem to make little sense to the actual news item - similar to those women's magazines teasers. Also missing from TV3 were the chronic spelling mistakes and strange sentences. They just seem to get on with it without all the fluff.

The week that was 'crap' - updated

Well the mouth ulcers have reached epic proportions, making my face puff up and of course eating no fun at all. Add to this a head cold of runny nose and coughing I am simply rather pissed off and unhappy.

However not to give in to all this too much, Em and I headed down to Rotorua for a good long soak in the hot pools and some massage therapy - fantastic - wished we had this kind of thing on our doorstep.

Off to hospital tomorrow for the last chemo - well last one of this course anyway. Might be given platelets as well, depending on bloods and hopefully a new mouth is available also - just can't believe the ulcers just keep popping up, over and over and over again, surely at some point the mouth falls out?

Update: Final chemo was cancelled as my bloods are too low and ulcers causing concern. Happy with this as I don't think I could continue much longer in this state. Anyway my spinal fluid has been running clear for long enough we all think. Fortunately my head cold appears to be clearing now also.

Looking forward to getting back to normal soon.

Ministry of Whining Affairs - Updated

I always marvel at how loyal National Party voters are to this left of central nonsense of a party. There doesn't seem to be anything the politicians do that upsets them.

Maybe this might do it (but unlikely)? Those trough guzzlers that are seeking jobs in the public service have been told of a rumour that jobs will be available at the Ministry of Women's Affairs. Apparently extra money is being sent to this abomination of a Ministry. God there really is no hope for this country.

Why feminists and lesbians support this Ministry is totally beyond me, it is just such a patronising and pathetic symbol to all woman. Why National supports it isn't really that surprising being the pro-government, legislate, legislate, legislate kind of people that they are.

It would be interesting to know the ratio of public servants to productive private jobs. It must be getting totally out of control with the number of jobs being lost in the private sector and very, very few job loses in the trough.

Update: Mark Hubbard informs me that "The number of people working in the private sector, compared to public servants and beneficiaries is something like 1.8:1.7."

Of course any halfwit can see that this is impossible to maintain, but watch them try. The only way to fix this is to abolish all unnecessary ministries, and start slashing and burning public jobs where ever possible and fast.

My suggestion? Vote with your feet and leave. Even in these economic times it's better to be on the ground where things will start happening than languishing in NZ where it never will. Such a shame, it truly has turned into a big retirement village where you come to die. If it wasn't the fact that I'm going to do just this I'd have been gone long ago.