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Further to Saturday’s column, reader Nic points out “this mob charging five pounds and more for non plastic bag ephemera. Who said lemons don’t pay, eh?”
A Global Warmer’s Schadenfreude:
The Jokes on You! We’re All Gonna Die!While polar bears and penguins drown,
You spend your nights out on the town;
When clowns and mimes are unemployed,
You heartless creep, you’re overjoyed.But I sit grimly in my room,
Immersed in catalogs of doom;
I will laugh last and best, my friend,
When this damn world comes to an end.Here’s a nice little capitalist story for you guys.
The only thing she’s missing by dropping out of school to run her own business is years of leftardic indoc.
A substantial portion of the greatest economy ever to exist on this planet at any time in human history was created by just such folk. Started with nothing. Came up with an idea. Followed it through. Made a fortune.
And also, often, without “proper” education, or from the top social class, etc etc.
Tim… in other, less concise words:
The Secret Dynamic of Socialism:
Socialism’s saddest quirk
Is that it never seems to work.
But teaching it gives teachers jobs
So they’re not on the street in mobs.How else could teachers earn their pay?
Free enterprise takes just one day:
It’s human nature at its core,
With price tags so we can keep score.He Cares About the Earth:
A Tearful Tribute to PacoLet no man ask, Does Paco care?
For I see Paco everywhere
And Paco does his manly share
To warm this cold world’s earth and air.Even seaside, he won’t quit;
He roasts a rare bird in a pit,
Then drinks a case of beer with it,
And warms the ocean, just a bit.Pah! Will y’all stop whining about plastic bags?
Here in Denmark you’re charged with the equivalent of 75 AU cents for for frigging bag. Been like that for decades. Free plastic bags ain’t a Human Right, you know… (At least not here.)
How does one immigrate to Oz? I could refund a first class ticket in a year on free plastic bags alone.
I remember reading one of Michale Moores books where one of his “This is a humerous look at how we are all DOOMMMMMED” scenarios had his grandkid mining for plastic bags in an old rubbish tip. Sort of a combination of peak oil and environmental destruction scenario.
It was supposed to be thought provoking and meaningful, but quite frankly the thought of one of MM grandkids digging in a tip warms the cockles of my black shrivelled organ where a heart should be.
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 03 16 at 05:50 PM • permalinkThe Legend of Frollicking Mole
They say Michael Moore,
The communist troll,
Reached for the heartstrings
Of frollicking mole.But sadly, he found
A chunk of black coal
Where once a heart grew
In frollicking mole.‘Don’t try to play me,
You commie A-hole,
Go play with yourself,’
Said frollicking mole.This is an interesting page from that We Are What We Do site. 30,000+ people declined plastic bags but only 21,000 said thank you. Good manners would be to say “No thank you” and tick both boxes. But 9,000, almost a third, presumably told the checkout operator to fuck off when offered plastic bags.
The most popular action, 33,000, was to smile at someone, which is just creepy. 27,000 went further and hugged, which might constitute assault in some circumstances. Fully 7600 claimed to have had a bath with someone they love which is more than those who remembered people’s names (7000). Interesting to hear from the “loved” 600 who took a bath with someone who couldn’t remember their names afterwards.
lyle
/bows and scrapes
I am not worthy….. Thanks!
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 03 16 at 08:22 PM • permalinkCorrection to Lyle
‘Socialism’s saddest quirk
Is that it never seems to work.
But teaching it gives teachers jobs
So they’re not on the street in mobs’Now teachers job are character-forming:
Indoctrinate kids with Global Warming!
Inflame them with Al Gore repeats,
THEN lead them, marching in the streets.
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Well, unless we can fill our pockets with lots of cash while we pat ourselves on the back for our overwhelming concern for Gaia.