Author: christinaosborne

Well well, what a surprise!

Evidently all the big playing yids managed to dump their shares at $38. or so and left the small uninformed private investors (mainly goyim) to take the losses.

Zuckerberg sold 30 million puffed shares, well now, ain’t that grand?

The cautionary tale of the Winklepicker brothers should have already alerted the share buying populace to the shady slimy dealings of baldfacedbook.

And then they wonder why society culls them every few years?  Pity we can’t have a rerun of the pogrom of York, so much more satisfying than a courtroom!

I think I’ll totter off to the greenhouse, anything to get the stink of such mendacious slime out of my nostrils.  Thank God the jews have never been plant breeders of consequence, not enough chance to gouge the rest of us I suppose!  Positively pukemaking.

Bring forth out the global warmists from their lairs!

Drag them on hurdles through the streets! Burn at the stake on a bonfire of green taxes!  Heads on pikes!

Get this, the snow report for Mt Baker for the past winter season.

27″ in April, 804″ (That is 67 FEET) for the season so far! 15% more than the average of 701″ for the second year running.

As soon as the road is passable I shall go and inspect the growing glaciers as I did last year.

When are these swine going to be forced to retract their lies and calumnies?

These cretins are seen fit by the  political chatterati/twitterati to be able to run meteorological units and university departments. Whereas, if truth were told, they would be hard put to run a bath!!

Hopefully some will drown in the drought!  May they scream as they munch their rabid reports.

Titteringly totters off vituperating venom to pot on in greenhouse.

So another food company is flogged off.  Weetabix has been flogged to the chinks.  I wonder if anyone has told them those curious little blocks of insulation are made of wheat not rice? Will anything be left in the UK to eat or drink not owned by foreigners?

I have a great objection to consuming anything not made close to home and have for a long time eschewed ready made foods on the basis that I do not really know what is in them, by whom they were made and how many carcinogenics have been added to provide that glow in the dark factor.

It appears that the only safe way to shop is to cling to the outer wall of supermarkets and buy fresh foods only with the occasional death defying dash down one of the aisles for condiments and then learn to cook properly.

There has to be something terribly wrong with all the UK’s water supplies and now the food being owned by denizens of countries that are no great friends of ours. It is interesting that with all the additives allowed that the cancer rates have risen quite so dramatically especially amongst the young. One hell of a form of birth control!

Much more of this and the only stuff left fit to eat will be that grown in your own back yard.

Rhetorically one must wonder why the Govt allows such to happen but then one doesn’t really, just watch the bulging back pockets. I wonder if they eat this crap too?

It has caught my eye that a PO Box has gone up to £222 per annum including taxes in the UK.

I thought you would like to know that our Garden Club has a PO Box for the princely sum of £27 per year! Exactly one tenth??!!

What the hell is going on in the UK?

It pisseth with rain and there is a drought?

UK landing fees are astronomical and there are no immigration officials?

Astronomical road taxes and lanes are hived off for olympic orifice officials?

Private gated communities are misappropriated as missile bases without a by your leave?

I seriously think you need your revolution sooner rather than later!

There is today an article in the DT, (right at the bottom) on bathrooms in pictorial format.

Apart from noting the appalling vulgarity of most of them and their suitability only for oligarchs, nabobs and third world dictators, not forgetting British politicians and wankers, sorry bankers; on further examination I noted some rather disturbing details.

It must be that the above categories of creatures, not being truly mortal, do not defecate!  In many of the pictures there is no provision made for bog paper!  Or do they have slaves on standby to wipe their arses?

Equally after they have showered or bathed there appears to be no provision for a towel, do they shake dry like a dog?  Do the peasant come and lick them dry? Not only is there no provision for a towel but no storage for clean ones either.

Another consideration, is no one in their households either old or disabled? Not a grab bar in sight, what do they do with these sad remnants of humanity?  Bang them on the head, so as not to disturb the decor?

The final horror of it all is that many of these pinnacles of bad taste have been created within Georgian houses according to the realtors!  Can you imagine butchering a Georgian house to produce this anathema to good taste?

A final comforting thought, most of these excrescences are created with no curtains and no opaque glass, one can only hope that the new owners are picked off by snipers, they deserve to be!

Sorry no linky thing.

Our first cut of asparagus for dinner tonight, with fresh broccoli from the garden with a bacon wrapped chicken breast.

To celebrate I made a sabayon and converted it into a light tarragon and lemon flavoured hollandaise.for the veg.

Wonderful, to die for, food of the Gods!  You can stick those bloody pizzas and chocolate bars in a very dark place!  We shall now be forced to eat vast quantities of asparagus to keep up with the bed which is now seven years old and in top notch production.  I am seriously going to miss that bed when we move.  No doubt it will be wrecked within a year by some bloody peasant.  I shall make a point of never driving down this road again or else I might well invade and dish out a few pieces of my mind when the garden goes to wrack and ruin.  I am now in the throes of deciding which plants should be saved from such a dreadful fate as new idiot ownership.  Too many round here garden with a JCB!

Sad.

I gather it has been a grim rainy day in the UK today for most so I thought I’d tell you about Mt Baker to cheer you up.

On Saturday I was driving up the valley towards the mountains and noticed that the Sisters looked much whiter than usual.  They normally  show high rocky ridges exposed at the summit delineating the glaciers (7500′), but they were completely enveloped in snow, no ridges showing, most unusual for April!

Out of curiosity I checked the precipitation stats. Evidently we received over 21 FEET of snow up there in March ALONE.  I’ll let you know whether they ever manage to open the roads up there this summer.  I am not placing my bets in favour.

So you see that rainy day could be a deal sight worse.

Remember the old proverb. “I used to complain I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”

Happy Bank Holiday.

How is Bearsy doing?

Still firmly attached to twig?

Home yet?

Managed to return last Wednesday only to retreat to my pit till now.

The combined effects of running like a maniac for three weeks, acute bursitis in three joints, jet lag and the flu, a present from my sister, has rendered me totally bedridden.

Feel like total death without being warmed over so to speak!

Continue reading “Positively dying”

I hate flying and suffer hideously from jetlag for days.

I just made it out of Heathrow ahead of the snow but was still pretty groggy on Monday morning to face three and a half hours on the witness stand at this chancery trial.

God alone knows what the son of a bitch barrister was throwing at me for that length of time, but the whole thing appeared in slow motion with me suffering from aspergeres syndrome!! Or maybe it was more like asparagus syndrome sticking it up’em!  Anyway it was all worth it in the end run and my girlfriend ended up with a 7 figure settlement, so I reckon I must have said something right whatever it was!

Needless to say it has taken me three days monging to even rejoin the human race and now I have to go down toPembroke and sort the bloody damp in the house and retain some builders.  At least it hasn’t snowed down here but seriously cold for the area.  Spousal unit is guarding my leeks that have germinated so that’s bound to be a death knell for them.

This place is disgusting, the whole M4 is a litter ridden wasteland, why they don’t get the bloody parasites out collecting it I don’t know.  Nice to see friends but for the rest, forget it!

Gets worse every time I come here, at least Carmarthenshire is still white but the rest of the place might as well be downtown Bhopal!  Even the air is disgusting up in England.

Roll on the 29th when I can escape.

I shall issue invitations to all to visit me as I don’t think I can stomach coming back here again.

One ray of sunshine, I have some travelling to do and my girlfriend insists I take BMW 1200 of hers, I think it is a 1200 sporty soft top style of vehicle, would of been quite happy with the old jeep,but she absolutely insists. I shall be a major embarrsment pootling about at 55mph in that thing. Oh well, good for a laugh I suppose.

Just to let you know I was alive, if barely.