I listened to a couple of the councillors squabbling on CBC yesterday, the topic was the concerts for cash scandal and the Mayor’s intention to tough it out and stick with the amnesia defense. It now appears that several of our paid (overpaid?) representatives are seeking outside legal opinions as to the chances of casting the hapless leader overboard. They are divided as to who is really to blame and they have their sights on the CAO. What this city needs now, more than ever, is a Fletcher Christian or a Mike Savage or Bill Black or ANYONE who can restore some dignity to this city. —Breadfruit Anyone?
This article appears in Jun 9-15, 2011.
This has got to be Baz. LOLz.
The Captain Bligh analogy is not quite correct since Bligh is generally considered to have been a superb sailor. Hizzoner tapeworm, on the other hand, couldn’t find his gigglestick with a map, GPS and 4 man recon team from the S.A.S.
…personally, I think the only answer to HRM’s problems is the “Valkyrie” option:
http://www.obsessedwithfilm.com/wp-content…
But, who is going to be our von Stauffenberg?
Commander, your post was inaccessible once again – over.
here, i know you wanted mr. cruise http://www.gdw-berlin.de/db_images/gross/2…
Thank you, lovely ladies. I blame Lord Xenu.
i’m home today so my magic hands are at your service^^ i made ribs on sunday, according to the bear they were fecking awesome
Speaking of Feck – we saw this is Ireland – leave it to the Irish
http://www.flickr.com/photos/be216cd1/5723…
Ivan – yes twas me – it didn’t take me long to get the rage going after listening to Gloria McClucker, Mrs. Hum and another person (current occupant) debating the pros and cons of dumping the Mayor.
I agree with the Capt. Bligh bit, apparently he was a good sailor – but he didn’t have to sail the deadly waters in HRM and steer to avoid turds.
whose the profiler now commander? hmmm. when’s the election baz? we could put him in a dinghy with some rum
Hee Hee. When a bitch makes some reference to British history or pop-culture I can usually be pretty sure it’s our Baz.
It’s the turds occupying the swivel chairs in shitty hall that cause the most damage Mr. Brush. Thanks for the Irish link; reminded me of one of my fave sit-coms. I swear, the scripts must have been written by church abuse victims as part of their therapy. Feckin’ hilarious.
Drink! Arse! Girls! I Feckin’ loved the Father Ted sitcom. Hilarious!
Painy…I like your idea of putting him in a dinghy and letting him drift around the harbour like the other turds, ‘lovefish’ and assorted flotsom and jetsom. However, I think putting a bottle in there with him is just a sinful waste of good rum. Ya-harr!
HRM City Council works as well as the new sewage treatment plant, and filled with the same thing. I wonder which councilor is the tampon applicator and which are the used condoms.
I watched the meeting last night – kelly just doesn’t get it, the poor folks don’t like him and wish he would just feck off.
http://www.toycollector.com/hwdphotos/orig…
Oooooh. Zedman. I used to love those old Matchbox kits with the 3 colour plastic sprues. Old ones still turn up in the hobby stores from time to time. Never built their Hallybag, though.
I’ve got one of these hanging in the Nautical Room of a certain downtown establishment:
http://modelingmadness.com/scotts/allies/g…
There were several operating out of Shearwater in the early days of WW2
I put the entry in to accommodate your conversation and tie in history and halifax…
I in no way wanted to participate however.
History treats me so bad that I’m sure historians must think I’m narcoleptic.
I’ll be glad to be doomed to repeat it, just don’t blather on and on about it.
I simply can’t take it…
“History treats me so bad…”
doesn’t EVERYTHING treat you badly?
But I mean, if it helps the whole “those who don’t know history are destined to repeat it” saying is generally seen as a bunch of shit to real historians.
So fuck you Edmund Burke. Every amateur historian’s wet dream is every actual historian’s weeping herpes sore on their junk.
My brother and I used to have a ton of Dinky Toys and played with them in the backyard, we would make small tunnels and hide them. All went well until Mam went to hang out the laundry on the line, tunnel caved in and her ankle broke. After Dad walloped us a few times, the concrete mixer arrived and the green green grass of home became the concrete jungle. There’s about $20 million worth of dinkies in a yard in Yorkshire.
OMG Basil, I played with dinkie cars for hours on end when I was a kid. My dad still has most of me and my kid brother’s dinkies in a box at his house. They occasionally make an appearance when my brother’s kids come to visit their grampy. God, the highways and road networks we used to build playing dinkies would make an engineer proud. Such good memories. Thanks Basil.