Month: August 2016

so i’ve been told once or twice in the past that i talk too much. perhaps…. well i found the solution to that. if you talk to somebody who understands then you will never have to repeat yourself.

today, i heard an idiot solemnly declare that we officially have an unacceptable number of homeless people in New Zealand, and are officially in an official state of crisis. suddenly there are 40, 000 people, mostly students, teenagers, the other young people, and everybody else who is declared by officialdom to be officially “poor”, who are forced to settle for caravans, garages and sheds, because they simply cannot expect anything better. much obliged, mr idiot, i’ve been waiting my whole life for somebody to limit my expectations for me….. my caravan would kick your mansions arse because it’s about taking what you have and making it amazing.

so i’m watching t.v. i don’t know what show is on but four well-dressed individuals are sitting around a table debating something that sounds vaguely intellectual. an idiot just said to this smart pretty woman: “we might never know the answer, but it would be good if we did.” next time, reply with a quick jab to the nuts rational lady.

so i’m watching Hoarders and an idiot is saying to this lady “you need to sort it out” what kind of insanity makes people think that the things we tell ourselves in our heads need to be said to our faces? don’t tell me what to do idiot, tell me how.

i wonder why there are so many feminists out there who are not feminine.

listen up sisters: if you want healthy clear skin, the first thing you need is a healthy clear mind. the rest will follow. not expensive either.

the key to success is succeeding

a question for Helen Clark a.k.a an idiot: why don’t you ever wear a pretty dress? oh yeah for sure love it’s a man’s world out there are all that that but you don’t have to wear their uniform the join the club. try accepting your own value. asserting your rights is tremendous good fun.

thou shalt not let idiots control the vulnerable

if an idiot goes swimming at the beach and gets eaten by a shark, perhaps we should consider both sides of the story. i bet that shark would argue: “HE climbed over the fence into MY front yard and i have a right to protect my property. ah huh.