A mixed Bag

When I first founded this Blog its raisin d’entree was to ad my voice to the Political discus in Australia, partly becuase I believe is dominated on all Front’s by the Left and there propagandering minions. Now it has come to pass that, looking over my effort’s off the passed few month’s that the balance of my out put have been overwellmingly personal.

I’m not sure how I feel about this but it has happened though a range of Issue’s & Circumstance and there’s little I can doo about it now aside from hope you reader’s, who I expect come here to chew my fat a little from time to time to time bit do’nt mind and are entertained or find something to empathise with when you do .

ANyway like my old man use to say “this World of our’s is spinnin to fast” And to extend that analgy, I have to admit I’m in a bit of a spin myself.

Most of you know how things stand with Slim, and to put it diplomamaticly all is not quite on the Western Frot. the way Slim is going hes not the kind of matter to be raising with decent  fork who want to be coming on a Blog and having a shinwag without yodelling there breakfast’s out of disgust – if you see what I’m getting at.

So, fice to say iv’e got a wrong un on my hands. But infact another ton of Trey Bit has hit the fan of late.

I’m not a Man whose scarred of a fight with Reality but I must admit iv been hitting the Devils’ Mouthwash a bit lately. The Bull’s aren’t ones to run from a fight and ‘Im the kind that step up and stick’s one on lifes jaw if I think liberty’s are been taken. But since this businesss with Slim I have’nt had the heart.

Sitting on the veranda at 3am with a bottle of bottle of Glen Simpson in your gut, Dingley Village can look a very depressing place.

And the Glen Simpson! – on my Oath, never buy scotch off the Intenet. I was just about ready to give up on grog after the second case, but the old Bull Machoismo kicked in.You Never writo off a bull but

In anycase Ive decided to clean up a bit after a nasty bit of business with Button’s.

The poor tyke ate a  plastic bag and had some trouble this morning doing what comes Natural if you get my drift. Lucky – or not so lucky may be- I could see the buggar in there. I was  a bit worse for where but I worked a finger’s in and managed to hook one of the handles.

I do;nt know if it was the Stench or maybe a few day’s on the Glen Simpson had drained me but I could’nt get the thing out. Worst, Button’s was looking over his shoulder at me, and when I saw the pain in those big eyes – he seemed to be saying “Raymond stop puling that bag out of my arsehoe.

But I think being a Man is about making those Hard decision’s some times.

I knocked back a douible Glen Simpson and shouted Eureaka!

Get well soon little Mate -I know how your feeling, believe it or note.

Tear’s off a Man

After having previously thrown my full sppurt behind Dr Brendan Nelson, and seeing the raw emotion he excluded after being bumped form the Liberal’s head job by Malcolm Turnbull, I’d be lying if I said a big old knot didn’t from deep in this sentimental old buggers’ throat.

Dr Nielson conduced himself with dignity, determination and integrity over the course of his 10 moths as Opposition ladder, often under the unimagineable strain of internal Party destablization and the most outrageous insluts being hurled at him from Journalist’s and bloger’s who have nothing better to do that kick a Man while his down.

Go well Dr Nelson.  And may that arsejawed Roger Ramjet look alike who has taken you’re place never forget the hard work that laid the path for his canter to the next election.

PS: Of course I am not abandonning the Liberals as my Pasty of choice, but one has to wonder the Wisdom of putting a leftist maskerading as a Conservative in the top Job surely. Thing’s did’nt go so well during the Other Malcolm year’s now did it? Thanks god Fraser had a damn good Treasurer.

Fielding bark’s up wrong Tree

Now before I get started I feel I should point out that dispite my having had a go at Christian’s before, I do’nt have anything against Christianity as such, understanding as I do that Judo-Christian principal’s form the basis of The Wests laws and value’s.

That said, Family Fist Senator Stephen Fielding- who the other day dragged that tired old chest nut about Pensioner’s being so hard up they are eating dogfood, is a dead set crouton.

Now, while I’m not a pensioner quiet yet, I am hard up at the moment (have been for some time too), and while I have’nt exactly been eating the kind of tucker that would have the Poofy fellow form ABC’s The Cock and the Chef programme beating a path to my diner table, I can happily report that I have’nt felt the need to carve up a tin of Pal.

I Have eaten dogfood once before, but not through hunger or nessecity but to prove a point. On afternoon down at the local Pub in the heat of a verbal dispute, another regular, “Tank” called me a dog. Partly to show him how rediculous his slur was and also to diffuse the situation ( which had been escalating for sometime), I ducked off home (I live very close to the pup) and came back with small tin of Button’s favourite Lucky Dog, peeled off the lid and ate the whole stinking lot with my finger’s in front of all and Sundry in the public bar. Then, when I was finished I licked the tin and barked at the crowd who by then were in Hysteric’s.

The all agreed I’d certainly put Tank in his place when I asked them, But I tigress…

Stephen Fidling is in a unique position to stick it to the Goverment, and the best he can do is come up with this nonsense about dogfood which everyone can see is blatantly false and only succeed’s in drawing attention to his pettiness and away from the real Issue’s.

The fact is that pensioner’s are doing it tougher than ever .Kevin Rudd is is selling them short, just like his doing with the Nations worker’s and kids. To be perfectly Frank, what with his follies of Carbon Credit Schemes and what not, he’ll wind up giving this Great Brown Lad of our’s a rogering with all the trimmings by the time his first Term is through!

If Stephen Feilding is going to throw away every freekick his given by making a bloddy goose of himself, he should just stich to counting his Rosary beans and leave politic’s to those who are willy enough and willing to separate Church and States.

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The Prodigle Son

My little coroner of the Blogsphere has been pretty quite of late, and it is again time to dust of the cob webs. It seem’s my reticence to post the story of Slims departure from the Bull Ring (AKa our once happy abode) has delivered a mixed blessing of sort’s -Slim has since swallowed his pride (and hopefully nothing more as I shall shortly revel) and come home.

I dhouls point out in fairness to sLim that he asked me not to make this public, but I was forced to issue an ultimation of sort’s as he has thus far refused to talk about the circumstances of his return indeed even the self-imposed excile from our Home in the fist place. It has since elapsed and as mush as it pain’s me to do so, I am now prepared to speak in the hope that, all temporary pain it may cause the resluts of my outpouring might save his future and our friendship in the future.

So, a little background is in odour.

Some of you may recall that our relationship was on some what rocky ground since my son began his University carrer and, as all evidence suggested, took up a flirtation with the Leftist stain that seem’s to breed in those damned places of “education.

Argument’s became common place where once their we’re none, and he became more absent (both physically and mentally) and withdrawn in the time’s he was home always repairing to his room and playing music which, frankly. The like’s of which I have never heard nor wanted to !

Without wanting to cover anymore of the old ground, suffice to say thing’s were at a boiling point for some time before he announced he was planning to move into a share house with a new mate of his.

Now this mate who, we’ll call Terry (not his real Name) is, in my estimation, a bigger mincer than you’ll ever find in an industrial house of Sausage. I’ve repeatedly stated that, as a Tolerant Man I have no problem with those of the Homosexual persuasion, but I do’nt particularly have any desire to break Bread with them at my diner table if you catch my drift.

I’d encounted this character a couple of times before as he’d come to pick up Slim for concert’s and what not, never comeing in the front door but I could see his plucked eye brow’s(!)and smell his sickly sweet colon from the living room. Mind you I get sneezzy when a Woman wear’s too much bloody perfume, so this is no indicastion of a prejudice on my part I hasten to add. But for Christ’s sake, my pertunia’s were wilting in the front path!

In any case, Slim was naturally enough coy when I asked him who his flat mate was to be, but you ca’nt keep anything from your Father for to long. And did I hit the Roof when I found out it was Dean!

In the ensuing blue Slim made all manner of denial’s and accusations about my Character. He left in tears that day and I’d be lying if I said I did’nt have a lump in my throart after some of the thing’s we raked over. He came back while I was out one day to pick up his Thing’s and I didn’t see him for several week’s.

Low and behold he came back last week end once again in tears but this time alot more unwilling to spill his gut’s. Now I consider it a Fathers duty not to pass undue Judgment on a son particularly when he’s in the difficult process of becoming a Man, but all I demanded to know of him was if he left because he’ed been Interfered with by that lightfooted devil.

He told me to leave it, askd me nicely as a matter of fact, and although my heart was rent with tenderness for the poor boy my Temper (a bull legacy) got the batter of me.

“So help me God, I roared “If that son of a bitch so much as looked you up and down in the shower I’ll go over their and pull his Cock clean of!”

For gods’ sake I don’t even know where the devil  live’s, but Slim slammed his door and locked it saying “This is why you and I will never be friends, Dad, we’ll never understand eachother and I’m only hear until I find my feet.

I have scarcely seen hide nor hair of him since that argument -he has been in his room or studiously out of the house when I’m in or out.

He wo’nt hear of an appology and I am once again as a loss as to what so do. I ca’nt help but think Fatherhood wasn’t meant to be this hard and ca’nt begin to imagine were it has all gone wrong.

Slim, if your reading, you old Man is sorry and will do anything to have you back. Mate.

Mile Stone

It might only be a humble, some what inconsequential Blog thats not updated nearly as often as it should be(!) but Bull Steam Ahead has now wracked-up 1,000 HIT’S AND CUNTING!

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Thank’s to all my reader’s (even those who are predominately critical) who have made this possible. It’s certainly provides much needed encouragement to carry on Bloging.

Regards Raymond.

PS I am still Toiling on my post which, mia Culpa, I promised on the weekend. I should briefly explain what its about in case I do’nt get to post it for a few day’s- Slim left home a couple of weeks’ ago and I’d by lying if I said the spilt was anything but acrimonious. I’m sure you can apreciate the delicacy with which I wish to employ in this post. Airing ones’ dirty Manchester is a tricky business and I want to be sure I’ve done the issue Justice (also for Slim, who, in spite of itall I still love dearly) before I go pubic.

Again, you’re patience is mist Appricieated.

Dam straight

Populate or perish: Pell

• Linda Morris
• July 14, 2008 – 2:22PM

The Catholic Archbishop of Sydney, Cardinal George Pell, today warned western nations like Australia to populate or perish.

For once Cardinal Peel is Right. Get those bloddy dinger’s off and start rootin, all you you Devil’s at World Youth Day! The future of the West depend’s on it.

Just do’nt go bringing them up as Leftits..

Back on Track

Well well, well if it is’nt your old mate Flamin Raymond come crawling back onto the blogsphere after yet another long, unexplained abscess!

At the risk of gaining a reputation for making excuse’s all the time, I do have several personnel reasons for not having found the time to write for so long. I will detail them (well, there is really just one reason) in a much longer post this week end -I have been working on a draft for about a week now and wan’t to make sure its all as reasonable and lucid as possible before I post it because, it relate’s a rather touchy issure.

But anyway, while I’m here I wanted to tell a quick story about an incident I just had on the Train on the way back from the City after yet aNOTHER infernal job interview!!

It seem’s Melbourne is swarming with World Youth Day Pilgrimes for some unfathomable reason. Now I ask you, how do these muppet’s expect to find God it they can’t even find Sydney?But anyway, their all over the city in strangle-looking white Cowboy hats emblazonned with the World Youth Day logo, getting in the way and creating a general nuisance of theirself in the way only Tourist’s seem to be able to manage.

frankly I was glad to get on the train at Flinders street and head back home. But what do I find on the carriage? Another bunch of the beggers!

One of them, a tall pale fellow who I must say looked silly as a wheel, smiled at me as I stepped on but I wasn’t in the mood. Then, at the next station a Black girl hopped in to the carriage and, this scoundral grins and says to her “Good and dark!”

Well, did I see Red.! There’s no excuse for Racism in my book or any right-thinking conservatves, so I got up and approached the devil, who immediately began to look panicked.

“Now see here, you long streak of pelican shit, I said, You take that back and apologize to the Lady.” And I made to grab him by the collar, he started shrieking “Nine, nine!” which I took to be some strange Catholic venacula I’m not aquainted with (me being brought up a Protestent).

He tried to get out of his seat, so I took him roughly, by the arm and marched him to the door.

And I’ll be buggered if the devil didn’t begin babbling in tongues like some Biblical creature visited by the Holy Ghost!

The train was off again, and as I held the spluttering young fool one of his companions approached me and said “no You don’t understand, he is German.” To which I replied “I understand just fine, sonny and now I understand why he’s a Racist mongrel too.’

I threw him off the train at the next station and called hima “Nazi bastard” for his trouble’s.

Meanwhile, the Black girl had disappeared in the commotion,. Now I don’t want a bloody medal every time I look after someone, but a bit of gratitude would’nt go a stray surely!

All in all another mad day in the City. Thank Christ I live in Dingley!

A word to my critic’s

It was bound to happen eventually I suppose but, I will admit I am astonished that it took only one Political post to race the ire of the Left half of the Australian blogsphere.

I should be specific. Most of the traffic my Indiana Jones item recieved came from one sight, of which I am aware of but will not give any encoragement by way off publicity.

I have said it before and will do so again: I have never claimed to be an accomplished speller or Grammerian. I do my beast and try to ensure my meaning’s are always clear dispite the lack of sophistication in my   delivery.

I will accept and tollerate criticism of my idea’s and my politics, and will not bork at opportunity’s to engage in sprited debate with people in this Blogs comment’s section But I will not adibe by snide, elitist digs at my expression.

I believe these rules are simple and fair (some might say they are alot like Me!) and I ca’nt do any better than that. As you see I, do not take myself to seriously, but this is my Domain to do wish as I with and I will not have term’s dictated to me here.

I hope this is the first and last time I am required to spell this out, I would like to go one Bloging and if not been engaged in good Faith and humour then bloody well left alone!

I should add, in closing that not all of the recent inundation of comments were negative. I found some support from a fellow named Kevin Kang, who claim’s to be the best Christian raper in the Eastern suburbs!

Now I’m not silly enought to believe this character is real as he seem’s but, it was Lovely nontheless to have some good–natured fun amongst the shower of spittle and flying birdshit!Lets have more civility and less hate and I’m sure we can be civil opponents if not freinds.

Leopard’s don’t change there spots

I have’nt gotten to political on this Blog up to this point, who know’s why -maybe on account of not wanting to come across as a reasonable, thoughtful Man fist and foremost rather than a ranter.

But its worth noting that I did set up this site as a post off defence against the erosion of common sence and Conservatism in the West, and I woud’nt be doing my job if I let a item like the following go though to the keeper.

The ABC, a somewhat Commonist organisation it self, put the following news item on it’s website today;

Communists call for Indy boycott

A branch of the Russian Communist Party has called for a boycott of the latest Indiana Jones movie, describing it as crude, anti-Soviet propaganda.

The fourth movie in the series is set during the Cold War in 1957 and pits Indiana Jones against a sinister KGB agent, played by Australian actress Cate Blanchett.

In an open letter the St Petersburg branch of Communist party has warned the star of the film, Harrison Ford, not to visit Russia, saying he will be “beaten and despised” if he does.

 Now I’m fairly curtain Harrison Ford -a fine actor and US citizen -would have better thing’s to do that hang about in Russia being beaten and despised! but if this is’nt typical of the dilusion of the Left then the Pop doesn’t wear a silly hat! What we have here is  a bunch of people who not only cannot see Escapist entertaiment for what is it, but there refusing to acknowledge the realties of the past with respect to the working’s of the KGB.

The level of dillusion is consistent with what we see in the Left over here in Australia. The communism was brought down in the Soviet Union after bringing misery and Death to billions of people yet their is still a party of these scoundrals ready to ponce like the cornered spiders they are .They cling desperately on to the view of an Idealistic past that never really existed and continue to spread thier dangerous lies without shame.Sounds familiar does’nt it?

The worst ofenders are the young students you see in the City, flogging there badge’s and Socialist magazines – These people were but the sparkle in the Postman’s eye when the Berlin wall fell, but they presume to tell the World that this poisonous Idelogy is the answer to our political woe’s! I little research wouldnt go stray, and they call themselves Student’s!

Just when you think the world isn’t such an insane place, the Commo’s turn up and threaten a much-loaved film character. It beg’s belief! (or at least it would if it wasn’t the Left we were talking about

I was’nt going to see this film originally, but Soviet missile’s wouldn’t stop me now. I will be sure to watch it with buttered popcorn and all the American sweats (or Candy as, they say )  my teeth and guts can handle!!