To chew the cud.I would if I knew what ruminate meant....
Sit down in a wet field, preferably near a pile of your own shit, and chew regurgitated grass with a circular motion of the jaws and you're there. Hope this helps.
To chew the cud.I would if I knew what ruminate meant....
I'll be all over this one come sun up.. thanks bro....To chew the cud.
Sit down in a wet field, preferably near a pile of your own shit, and chew regurgitated grass with a circular motion of the jaws and you're there. Hope this helps.
I dont 100% agree with the Lamp post idea, as attractive a solution as it may be, but how about a system where politicians, as public servants must make their finances totally transparent? If they have nothing to hide then they have no worries. We also need to institute consequences equal to what the common man receives for bank robbery for abuse of power charges and cor taking bribes and other corruption- and no presidential pardons for the perputrators of the presidents crimes.The only thing that will work is something that not only deals with the current corruption but also makes the idea of future corruption unthinkable.
I have yet to see discussed a better potential solution than Lamppost Doctrine.
Unfortunately, that solution requires of people rather more effort than they prefer to invest in their health, safety, freedoms and childrens' future.
So ... you live under the government you deserve, no exceptions.
Oliver Cromwell ?!Worth reading again
Oliver Cromwell
20 April 1653, London, England
"It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice.
Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government.
Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would, like Esau, sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess?
Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is your God. Which of you have not bartered your conscience for bribes?
Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defiled this sacred place, and turned the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?
Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation. You were deputed here by the people to get grievances redressed, are yourselves become the greatest grievance.
Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House; and which by God's help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.
I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place.
Go, get you out!
Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone!
So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!"
Correct. While he was right to denounce the entitiled self-satisfied English Parliament, he was a pre-Marxist thick-as-shit murdering authoritarian scumbag at the same time. Having murdered an admittedly arrogant but largely peaceful king, fomented a catastrophic civil war that killed 100,000 people, staged a military coupe and installed himself as an atrocious dictatorial ruler who quickly lost the argument and all legitimacy, he crossed the Irish sea and vented his frustration by slaughtering blameless Irish Catholics who had nothing to do with his failed Pol Pot revolution, thus sowing the seed for centuries of avoidable Anglo-Irish conflict. It's no surprise he remains a hero of the Marxist, thick-as-shit British Labour party today.Oliver Cromwell ?!
How could a Paddy ever read anything that yon Guinness ever said ffs![]()
Size of her arse she must have a couple of kilos up there.
"That Loz, is a complete fantasist""Complete bullshit."
- my pet unicorn Robert.
Tell Snorky he can fuck right off!"That Loz, is a complete fantasist"
- my imaginary friend Snorky
Snorky says, "So its a fecken fight ye'll be wantin"Tell Snorky he can fuck right off!
I bet I wouldn't be able to land a glove on him.Snorky says, "So its a fecken fight ye'll be wantin"
Nor me either mate, he can be a bit of a handful sometimesI bet I wouldn't be able to land a glove on him.
Mine struggle to walk past a pub. Does that make me late and great? I think it does!!!One from the late, great Ricky Hatton:
"I've got a problem with my legs, they just can't walk past a chippy,"
Slim bastardAnd another from Ricky Hatton - famous for his weight fluctuations between fights:
"They call me Ricky Fatton. Mind you I've had a lot on my plate recently. I got measured for this suit the other week. They measured my pants, jacket, top to bottom. Bloody hell Ricky you're a Mark F they said, a size up from a marquee."