I’ve been slack as all get-out lately with few posts made, so to jazz-up this month’s numbers I run this comment used on gingerzilla:
“Old age is the most unexpected of all things that can happen to a man.” And the Russian revolutionary wore the ice-axe at a relatively youthful 60. It’s only lately that I’ve quit wondering what I should do for a quid when (if) I grow up. Mangling Wilde, every old bastard has earned the hatred he gets. I’ve got unfinished files spread all over the place, a meaningless mess like a madman’s excreta, yet I’m finishing off bio stuff that if put to screen would delight my detractors, for shooting my foot is a way of life, and would disadvantage my anti-Government tilts, an impossible task, in any case, for an aging novice.
I have no criminal form and daily bank jobs in this area commonplace, and a depraved pair who raped and tortured their child makes p. 18 in the Courier Mail, yet a copper is dispatched to threaten the fear of insanity for dissident blog comments. The site’s blogroll has photo shots purportedly of a Gold Coast, Queensland internment camp. Even mature adults seem to have no care for the future.
I am pleased as Punch that you acknowledged my email Craig. Most bloggers forget or are too busy to reply. Esp. liked the ‘offending’ advert and your style in general. We have similar tastes, if you’ll pardon the presumption. I admit to my brain-dead status of late and attribute the condition to shifting house, an emotional trauma equaling that of a divorce or of a death in the family, according to a time-wasting expert.In my case,not strictly true, yet I hesitate to write it up. This is not capitulation to political thuggery, but I would rather speculate on why yesterday, 600 grams of choice Tasmanian salmon and a red onion should disappear from my shopping bags between the shop and unpacking at home.
Above this line is the message the postmaster couldn’t transmit and you were coy about names so I searched by putting your failed email name into the bar; revealed many entities which will necessitate a few visits to better understand the subject. Earlier I claimed StumbleUpon was the medium through which I found your site, but must retract. Pretty sure now your discovery came about by putting Anti-Qld Govt blogs into the search bar.
I felt a need to keep the following quoted bit handy:
“The Baader-Meinhof phenomenon is a form of synchronicity.
The Baader-Meinhof phenomenon occurs when a person, after having learned some (usually obscure) fact, word, phrase, or other item for the first time, encounters that item again, perhaps several times, shortly after having learned it.”
And wonder about shared, recurring interests like age, salmon and pheromones and even the Gadfly Suite, theme music two decades back to a British TV spy agent and his exploits, which was playing even as I found its tag on your site. The unpublishable stuff obliquely referred to which my foes would love to have for backup ammunition include the delirious effect well tuned pheromones have on the loins.
I voluntarily submit now to night infirmary. All the best, Les Johns.
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