Amazing!

Isn't life just peachy!

We have no money to support our NHS (National Health Service ), yet, we can find money to repair and renovate Buckingham Palace.

And now, to add insult to injury towards the British people we have to find "Christ knows" how many more millions of British Pounds, this time to repair the Houses of Parliament at Westminster.

And, for what... presumably so that our MP's  and Lords can justify spending on luxuries other than saving life.

Terrible days ahead

George Carlin wrote: fighting for Peace is like screwing for virginity. He was right! Do you, the reader, believe our planet Earth will ever co-exist with its neighbours in peace free from the threat of global annihilation? 

If you do then I admire you for your honesty.

Here We Go, Again!

Well, it's been a while, but after hearing a certain comment during this evenings debate between Nigel Farage  of UKIP, and David Cameron, the British Prime Minister of the Conservative party, I have decided to implement my twopence worth of thought. 

Irrespective of their arguments to stay in Europe, or whether we choose to leave, one outcome surfaced that "said it all," to me...

 The President of the EU: Jean-Claude Juncker has clearly stated that regardless of our vote to stay or exit, we're going to be punished.  My mind actually boggles at the thought of that and what it means? 

Are they going to squeeze us out of trade and industry because we disagree with their control of our United Kingdom, or could it be something more clandestine and or evil?

The answer will no doubt arise in due course, but I fear that we adults, or most of us, will miss whatever is meant, and that it will be our children and grand children that will pay for the final demand...

Meanwhile, as the EU disintegrates around its many doo-gooders, at this present time, I stand by my conscience and clearly intend to vote OUT!

And... So it begins.

Here we go again!

Why is this world of ours so hell bent in destroying itself?

Have we not learnt the lessons of our forefathers who fought in the Great War and the second world war, not forgetting to mention the other skirmishes between countries we've seen since then. Have we not lost enough brothers and sisters; have we not seen enough men, women and children maimed: or are we just a bunch of international blood-thirsty bastards created by a Political Worldwide Frankenstein that controls all that we see, hear and believe through a sort of controlled blindness?

My god, we are so close to obliterating ourselves completely, it's not only unbelievable; it's terrifyingly real!

Now we have NATO on one side of the fence and Russia on the other. Each side moving in for the kill to destroy one faction of tyranny - where could all of this possibly end?

My mind boggles at the thought of Russia protecting Assad while NATO blows him and his minions to smithereens, and vice versa! 

It's the perfect scenario for World War 3 - so let's hope history does not repeat itself.

For pity sake, let's get our heads together and become unified in finding a better solution in dealing with these dispicable anti-social mini warmongers!  

Onions and a Christmas tree

A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”

 The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts.  In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.

After fifty, they are like onions."

“Onions?”

 “Yes, Son: You see them and they make you cry.”

This infuriated the wife and daughter.  So the daughter said “Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?”

 The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases.  

In a man's twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.  

In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch tree, flexible but still reliable.  

After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.”

“A Christmas tree, Mom?”

“Yes dear: it’s dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!”

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