Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
wish i'd said this
.. but ain't that hyperactive, nor skilful. George Carlin. May 12 1937 - June 22 2008.
Thankyou Marclord (who has the words transcribed, for those with dubious internettly connections.)
Hi again Robbert .. and Vincent, r.h. is famous, and has no need of a blog of his own; his content can be found only on the best blogs. Be nice to him or he'll turn up on yours .. heh.
You're infamous if you're a well-known rotter, I don't want to be infamous. But some people calling me infamous are downright bastards. -Liars, cowards, prima donnas. Hypocrites, wanting predictable comment, blancmange opinion. There's a sociology leech running a blog I call Laugharse LoonyPop (LP). His name's Mark, and this twerp, this girly boy, this pekinese on feminist laps, this cringing little bastard living off taxpayers money via a mumbo jumbo load of shit called sociology, is the reason I call my "blog" Markus Knowallus. It's a shot at him, the cur, and not a blog at all, and the main reason I have it at all is because it's the only way I could find to make comments.
But anyhow, it is much to my satisfaction (if I may say) that the only blogs from which I have been banned, deleted (and "disem-voweled" by one hysterical old bag -turned feminist because she couldn't get a bloke anymore) are worthless anyway. It'll never happen here, I'll never get censored here, because I'd never go too far, not with this bloke. And why? Because he's funny, that's all. Really.
I often imagine RH gadding about my humble digs and wake up, sadly, to find it was just the drugs. Anni's right, Robert -- you're a man of exemplary taste.
hmmm, RH; will spend the next ten seconds in agonies of paranoia wondering if you meant funny;Ha Ha, or funny;peculiar .. 1...10 .. OK, am comfy with either - or both .. heh.
Greetings Hip. I gadded about digs in my youth, but they weren't humble. I was a burglar, a house breaker, robbing some of the best joints in Melbourne. Unfortunately I didn't have good taste, not back then, ignoring many fine treasures. It would be different now of course, yes indeed. Good taste among villains can be costly.
Now that makes a lot of sense. Thanks all for the explications, and RH, I do understand. It is a genetic thing. Your ancestors were transported for stealing a loaf of bread for their starving families in rural England. (perhaps some of mine were too, for I was born in Perth, a century or so ago; though I prefer to think I am the offspring of a renegade Catholic priest and an Aboriginal lubra, for it would explain a lot about my own youth.
ha ha ha, funny. It was shameful to have a convict in your ancestry, now all the best people are finding one. I'm quite ordinary as it turns out, my grandaddy was a free immigrant.
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Be grateful, Davo! You're not dead either. I discovered from somewhere the thing that Marc did not mention: that the guy died yesterday.
"RH is a racist sexist ageist mysogynisic homophobe."
("eeeeeeeeeeeek!")
"He is not a Buddhist."
("arrrrrggghhhh!")
"Reads the Heraldsun."
("Poo-o-o-o-o-o-o!")
"Does not like movies."
("She-e-e-e-e-e-t!")
"Can't spell focaccia."
("W-a-a-a-a-a-ah!")
"Thinks a short black is an African."
("Boo-o-o-o-o-o-o!")
"Buys cheap clothes."
("What?").........
....("eeeeeeeeeeek!")
("arrrrrggghhhh!")
("Poo-o-o-o-o-o!")
("She-e-e-e-e-t!")
("W-a-a-a-a-a-ah!")
("Boo-o-o-o-o-o!")
i can forgive RH all the above, but not the fact that his Markus Knowallus blog is entirely without content.
Hi again Robbert .. and Vincent, r.h. is famous, and has no need of a blog of his own; his content can be found only on the best blogs. Be nice to him or he'll turn up on yours .. heh.
I loved that man George Carlin! so sad he died. I watched his stuff on TV and he made me laugh out loud.
Thanks for the you tube Davo :)
sillsbend has just deleted me, and for the bloody last time too!- the snooty clapped out old....
...Hi Vincent.
heh.
then perhaps, RH, you are infamous. Heh.
You're infamous if you're a well-known rotter, I don't want to be infamous. But some people calling me infamous are downright bastards. -Liars, cowards, prima donnas. Hypocrites, wanting predictable comment, blancmange opinion. There's a sociology leech running a blog I call Laugharse LoonyPop (LP). His name's Mark, and this twerp, this girly boy, this pekinese on feminist laps, this cringing little bastard living off taxpayers money via a mumbo jumbo load of shit called sociology, is the reason I call my "blog" Markus Knowallus. It's a shot at him, the cur, and not a blog at all, and the main reason I have it at all is because it's the only way I could find to make comments.
But anyhow, it is much to my satisfaction (if I may say) that the only blogs from which I have been banned, deleted (and "disem-voweled" by one hysterical old bag -turned feminist because she couldn't get a bloke anymore) are worthless anyway.
It'll never happen here, I'll never get censored here, because I'd never go too far, not with this bloke. And why? Because he's funny, that's all. Really.
Thanks for George, Davo.
I often imagine RH gadding about my humble digs and wake up, sadly, to find it was just the drugs. Anni's right, Robert -- you're a man of exemplary taste.
hmmm, RH; will spend the next ten seconds in agonies of paranoia wondering if you meant funny;Ha Ha, or funny;peculiar .. 1...10 .. OK, am comfy with either - or both .. heh.
Greetings Hip. I gadded about digs in my youth, but they weren't humble. I was a burglar, a house breaker, robbing some of the best joints in Melbourne. Unfortunately I didn't have good taste, not back then, ignoring many fine treasures.
It would be different now of course, yes indeed. Good taste among villains can be costly.
Davo. One must be discreet.
-Robert.
(I meant both)
Now that makes a lot of sense. Thanks all for the explications, and RH, I do understand. It is a genetic thing. Your ancestors were transported for stealing a loaf of bread for their starving families in rural England. (perhaps some of mine were too, for I was born in Perth, a century or so ago; though I prefer to think I am the offspring of a renegade Catholic priest and an Aboriginal lubra, for it would explain a lot about my own youth.
;-X
ha ha ha, funny. It was shameful to have a convict in your ancestry, now all the best people are finding one. I'm quite ordinary as it turns out, my grandaddy was a free immigrant.
(Goodness, how embarrassing! ha ha ha!)
mm, sheepishly mention that some of my ggrand-daddies came from New Zealand.
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