And Then, Assisted Goodbye…

   I see from a brief glance at the ‘news’ on our televisual receiving device that the assisted death bill is up there again.
   May I humbly suggest that if this divisive billy is turned down and you really, really want to exit this mixed up, muddled up world wot you’re in, for reasons, there’s a simple way round a ‘no’ vote.
   Firstly, do a little research and locate the most criminally iffy area of the place wot where you live then, one fine mid evening, dress up smartly, roll up your sleeves so as to expose your posh wrist watch or gold bracelet, put your wallet, partly exposed, in your hip pocket, or handbag, dependent on your chosen pronoun, loosely hold your ‘smart’** phone in your hand and go for a wobbly walk in that iffy area. When, not if, when you’re confronted a naughty boy, offer pretend resistance to aggravate the confrontation and make the aggressor reach for their pointy stabby thingy. These daze, that should see you off pretty quickly. Bu-by.

**Addendumadodad: Again, watching the recent ‘news’ and what folk are doing with ‘em, it would seem smart phones will soon be rebranded as smut phones.

Quote: Anthony Liccione.

“These days, it's better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.”

And Then, Just A Choon…

   Well, so, I see our puppet prime person has handed the blue prints for the making of long range missiles to those Ukranky nutters. I’m guessing, as I’m sure y’all are, that they’ve already been onwards sold on to the highest bidders, right?   
   Anyhoo, It’s also reported that Vlad the lad is a tad annoyed at this and has threatened to retaliate and this has shown me just how very cleaver and forward thinking our prime puppet really is. Wot did he do just a phew weeks ago? Yup, he reduced and capped bus fairs at two quid. See? It’s going to make it so much cheaper for us down here to evacuate Vlad the lads potential target areas as they become known. How cool is that then? Have a choon prime puppet;

                           

  Anyhoo, seems like it’s a good{?} time to be approaching the end of the line amongst all the present misery and I ran into this nice little number;

                     
Quote: Ann Landers.

“At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.”

 

And Then, New Homes...

   I see our prime puppet and his string stretchers are still planing to build millions of new houses in the next phew years. Not sure how with a lack of required stuff like cement, bricks and blokes to glue the phew we have together. Let’s look at the demographic of the new arrivals of our newest bestest ever friends wot need housing.
   Okay, had a look? Got it? So for simplicity and speed, how about bunging a bunch of mud huts together in desolate areas of our little island? Home from home eh? Water and basic sanitation you say? Walking miles every day for ‘fresh’ water? Please step forward all those wondrously generous charities...

Quote: C. S. Lewis.

“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

  Orson Welles.

“They teach anything in universities today. You can major in mud pies.”