There were the usual excuses. The road was slow, the weather was bad, the mobile had died. I have heard them all before. The Narnia family were duly taken to their grandmother. Of course, that was Her request and it seems Otloml will do anything for the Giant nippled one. Their departure from Narnia had been delayed by a visit to, of all places, MacDonald's. I should not criticise. I have never actually been in one. It was apparently an end of term treat from the godmother of one of the children who also lives in Narnia.

The proposed (and what a long proposal) exhibition will not take place. I realise I should have pulled the plug myself months ago. It was the advice of an old friend to sever Otloml's contact with Her. I believed, quite rightly as it turns out that such a demand would have caused resentment. What was a few more months of torture for me? Otloml still protests that his affair is over. Too much perhaps. The excuse that the giant -nippled one has just had surgery sounds pathetic. Here I am, six months post surgery, and desperate for affection. I do not feel that it is forthcoming. Indeed, last night I was forced to get out of the car and walk the dog home from the centre of town to hide my tears. Rage? Frustration? Disappointment? Who knows or cares? Even as I type my eyes are watering. Just self pity, you think. Probably, but what more can I do to win him back?

Yeterday had some good points. We bought unusual lunches at a Continental Market locally, though I am not sure the burgers really tasted of ostrich! A drive to the Fife coast was for the main part pleasant. I pottered the shops of Kirckaldy, looking for a jacket I knew I would not buy. When you have once, nay many times bought smart designer goods in charity shops, it is extremely difficult to justify shop prices to yourself. I couldn't so no new jacket. Our only purchases were trifling ones from the Pound Shop. You really do feel it doesn't matter if goods fail quickly or are not quite right when you are spending so little. Vide the designer clock whose workings we haven't quite mastered. Yet.

This afternoon Otloml took up my suggestion of viewing a new show house recently built on a nearby estate. I wanted to see how such a house was presented for sale and I hoped Otloml would either pick up some ideas for finishing some of the D.I.Y at home or would realise that we are actually very lucky. I think we achieved both objectives. Scotia homes had certainly presented the house very attractively. It had one more bedroom than us, but how much happier I felt on my return. The saleswoman realised quite quickly that we were not potential purchasers but seemed unfazed. We discussed the various merits and demerits of an older property. The main one is the feeling of space. All the new house really had over ours was the double glazing and a probably more efficient heating system. In these days of rising fuel prices that could be enough to sway me. But it's not. I hated the feeling of being closed in, the seemingly low ceilings, the lack of privacy, the road noise. Very nice, but not for me. Otloml bewailed the small study and the lack of any wall space to use for the projection t.v.  I have not lived in a modern house since going to university. I think it shows! If a closely co-ordinated colour scheme is what it takes to sell a property, then I would fail there. Maybe we will just stay put. It certainly seems that the price any property will fetch has fallen dramatically this month. President Sarkozy's speech tonight seemed full of good sense. I have certainly known a few foolish bank managers who should probably have been removed. The problem would be that, like a whole series of Directors of Education locally, they would probably go with nice fat lump sums, never mind the pension. We may all be left saying never mind the pension it seems. And to think I found my brother's comment on last year's Christmas card that he would never be able to retire , unduly pessimistic!

Otloml had a wee return to his days as a pornographer this afternoon, I feel. We actually spent some quality time together. Back in the seventies, he was earning good pay for writing for various top shelf magazines inspired by our relationship, a career  in which his mother  refused to believe. It was the turn of the photographer in him today. Do I approve? No, but then I am known to some as "Tweedy". Without my tweeds, nay without most of my clothes, maybe I am hot. Who knows? Yesterday, I recalled, to some annoyance , that a book dealer had supposedly fancied me in the nineties. I said this to raise my flagging morale . It seems that no-one fancies me these days. I can understand why but believe me, I don't like the harridan I have become. It is anger and jealousy and a feeling of betrayal which has driven me to think some of my nastiest thoughts recently, especially toward the giant-nippled one and, to a lesser extent, That French Woman . To my surprise, I do still fancy Otloml. I know that he has seen me through some difficult times medically. I want to believe him when he says the affairs are over. I do not agree with him that he should never have told me. I think the news was the wake-up call I needed to renew our love. Like Gloria Gaynor, we will survive.

nite time went over to FE hse for mahjong.. it has been mths since i last played mahjong sia.. haha.. 1st time play with BW.. all of us think is he pro de loh.. LOL... in the end.. i played from 9pm - 5am and i nv win at all loh.. so sad! haha..

rot till 6am plus and we went mac for breakfast.. i dun really have the chance to eat their breakfast one loh.. coz by the time i wake up.. they selling lunch already.. LOL!

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according to my revision schedule.. i shld start revising last thurs and yet till 2dae.. i still haven revise anything.. the whole schedule is being messed up by me again.. tml die die must start le lah! the thought of revising and preparing for exams make me sianz! sighz

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my favorite Blythe Dolls!!

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arent they simply soooo cute! .=D

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countdown: 11 more days to 1st paper!!!
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-=mEmOrIeS=-
-Li Ling-

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/financetopics/financialcrisis/3176088/Financial-crisis-World-leaders-pledge-to-part-nationalist-swathes-of-global-banking-system.html

So banks will all do what the GramscoMarxiaNazis will tell them to, and not what their customers want them to.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/northkorea/3179335/US-to-remove-North-Korea-from-terror-list-after-nuclear-deal.html

So the dear leader, who is so ronery, is now our friend. We really didn't think he was a problem all along, of course.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/africaandindianocean/zimbabwe/3178749/Zimbabwe-Robert-Mugabe-hands-key-ministries-to-his-Zanu-PF-party.html

So the fascist pig Mugabe, who is entirely without any redeeming features, like Mao Tse Tung was, can do what he says he wants to. It was noble, and right of him, to destroy his people's ability to produce any food at all, for instance.

Honestly, I sometimes don't know why we good-people carry on trying to save the world. It seems as though there is something perpetually trying to stop us.

Am I too pessimistic about the future of mankind? Discuss.

Meanwhile the Gospel Choir rang out in front, even louder than usual,

'' Good afternoon sir! Goodafternoon madam!'' as surprised passsersby nodded and moved on quickly (''we don't want to order!'' they screamed in their heads )

Mr Grey passed through the kitchen and made his way to the ovens, fridges and inner areas. Mr Manager-who-gets-to-wear-a-different-uniform in the front desperately tried to clean the dirt off the temperature thermometer in an attempt to prove that 'of course we have been monitoring the temperature in our freezers sir' )

Anyone for an Apple Pie?

Here is the pic...... you can just see Mr Grey at the back...

Upstairs at Mac Donalds, my son disappeared around the corner and when he reappeared was follwed by a Syrian/Egyptian woman attempting to take his balloon from him.

I told her it ws his but she kept insisting- we told her in Arabic and English 3 times then I ordered and the kids and Aunty sat down. Over my shoulder the ogress was still at it, demanding the balloon was her Yappy Two Year Old's.

My sister asked if the lady was saying she was a liar.......  When I got to the table, the witch had actually TAKEN the balloon from my son and given it to her YTYO to accompany the other two she had probably stolen from another child....... then the husband arrived,

''Ah you got it from outside?''

''Yes am I a liar? I have told your wife 5 times now.....''

''Ok, I see.''

Then they walked off but I could see/ hear the witch still blabbing away about the bloody balloon.

So , very angry I stomped after her ( halfway ) and threw 100 fils at her.......

''If you're so desperate, buy a damn balloon then!''

Was that very wrong?

When I got home, I watched Man VS Wild on Discovery Channel. That show is possibly the best, alongside Dogfights, Monster Quest and Is it Real? I just love shows from History Channel, National Geographic and Discovery channel. This is the only channels which I rely on for some knowledges some other people dont have.

For entertainment, I love watching comedy etc; from Star World, such as Friends, The Simpsons, My Wife and Kids etc;.

Well anyway, I'm still trying to decide whether I should mail a problem to the council. Its nothing personal, but still, I would mind sharing it with strangers roaming in the Internet, so I would not tell. I love giving you guys some suspense.

Anyway, here's a photo I saw while going through 'Random' on Google:

Now, that's literally random. I mean, only a crazy dude would jump on a car trail in the woods to show off his Family's Jewel. And look at that butt, disgusting.

Apparently the American mortgage company Fannie Mae is not going to evict a 90-year-old lady who shot herself during a previous eviction attempt. Addie Polk, a widow, took out a mortgage in 1997 with another company, Countrywide Home Loans who filed for foreclosure last year and Fannie Mae acquired Ms Polk's home at a sheriff's auction in June. Fannie Mae, bless its cotton socks, has said that it would dismiss its foreclosure action, forgive her mortgage and allow her to stay in the home that she has lived in for 38 years.

Sounds rather like what the US Government did for them, doesn't it? They do say that one good act begets another. A nice feelgood story. Or is it?

What, dear reader, if this is not just an isolated act of uncharacteristic decency, but the subtle beginnings of a sinister trend? I foresee, in the not too distant future, a horrifying new world in which old ladies, cash-rich by virtue of not having to pay their mortgages, wander unchecked and at large, splurging out on cat food and pseudo-medicinal products in epic quantities.
Advertising will no longer be aimed at the younger generation and those horrible life insurance ads will move from daytime to prime time. EBay will be awash with walking sticks, chair lifts and support hose. MacDonalds will have to start serving 'grumpy meals'. It will be the end of civilisation as we know it. Their newfound spending power will put the elderly firmly at the heart of everything from politics to pornograph .  Call me a traditionalist, but I like my porn full of pretty young people... I don't need to see granny getting all funky with some Casanova from the Alzheimer's clinic. Not to mention the fact that the amount of retakes needed to film the thing would be staggering, thus increasing costs, which would no doubt be passed on to the consumer. No, granny! No I say!  

So beware Fannie Mae. One good turn does not always deserve another. Think carefully before straying from the traditional healthy mixture of evil and incompetence that we have come to expect from our financial institutions. The stakes are just too high this time

1. Woke up late as usual
2. Went back Ngee Ann school to print church documents. (Its cheaper, compared to outside rate of 1 SGD/paper :P)
3. Traveled to West Coast for lunch, had Fish Meat Been Hoon (NICE!)
4. Traveled to Clementi's Macs to buy Cecilia's lunch, upon request from 'cupcakes' :D
5. Headed off to Dover MRT to meet up with emaline, noel, and 'cupcakes'. We took a feeder bus service to NUH.
6. Visited Cecilia at her ward, also met Patricia at there too.
7. Also went to the garden within the ward's premises, and had a nice chat as a group. Julia also came down to see Cecilia. Pray God she will have  a speedy recovery.
8. After that, we took 197 to Outram Park MRT.
9. Thanks to PIE traffic! We arrived late at Hougang at 8pm, suppose to arrive at 7:40pm instead.
10. We bought macs takeaway for dinner, and we walked to CSC while we eat, afraid that we might be to late for Amplify Friday session.
11. Arrive Amplify Session Hall at 8:20pm, OUCH! (I had a coke in hand, as I sit in between Dominic(Google-Man!) & Danny :)
12. Session was informative and great! (Next time I can counter christian attacking Mother Mary :D)
13. The Praise & Worship session before & after the Session was assume!
14. Fellowship after Session was fun, most remembered was making fun of Jonathan Ong & Clayton Lau, together they are called MUD-CLAY! hehe :P
15. Traveled back home with 'Cupcakes' & Claudia, highlight was Claudia alighted at Clarke Quay (where she was suppose to alight at Chinatown where she stays) after I prompted her to(unintentional).
16. Later she run back into the train before the doors closed, and started yelling and whacking me for nuts, hehe :D I can't be blamed, who asked her so silly to alight without checking the destination stop first :D
17. Claudia later alighted at Chinatown, while Me & 'Cupcakes' switch over to Outram Park.
18. I alighted at Jurong East stop, while 'Cupcakes' alighted later at terminal stop in Boon Lay.
19. THE END! :D

 Sammanlagt har därmed 38 titlar av 39 olika författare och illustratörer ingått i ett av de största läsfrämjande projekt som genomförts i Sverige där nära 5 miljoner barnböcker nått ut via McDonald's.

Läs pressmeddelandet.

Barnens bästa böcker på McDonald's barnensbastabocker.pdf (PDF-2,7 MB)

Det får mig att fundera på ett par saker:
Biblioteken då? Nej branschen var inte intresserad av att samarbete, så biblioteken blev inte inbjudna.
- Hur kan bibliotekens läsfrämjande arbete utvecklas?  I samarbete med andra? Men inte MacDonald's?

McDonald's har inget intresse i att arbeta läsfrämjande, tyckte jag att Joacim Hansson skrev i senaste Ordfront Magasin. MacDonald's kränger hamburgare. Det är säkert så att ett sånt här projekt, eller att bibliotekschefen i Malmö vill ha samerbete med en snabbmatsrestaurang, främst innebär att vi - eller läsrörelsen - är med och tvättar bort lite skräp från ett skamfilat varumärke.

Å andra sidan kan man välja att se det ur barnen perspektiv. Oavsett vad man privat tycker om snabbmat så går många barnfamiljer till McDonald's, BurgerKing och Maxi. De är samlingspunkter. Om någon har ett läsfrämjandeprojekt där, så når man många. Det borde väl vara bra, speciellt som besökarna kanske är familjer som inte hittar till biblioteken.
På biblioteken funderar vi över minskande besök och utlån, kanske vi ska fundera lite till.

I hope that Strange Maps picks it up soon.

David Davis

.....here. This is especially good. Tipped via Bishop Hill, who did a good bit on demolishing the tree-ringy-thingy.

Years of  solitude… ages of mediocrity…times of Solitary existence, India has seen all. An old land which lives on religion ,mysticism and the realms of unpredictability.

A land charmed by someone unknown ,from  another world  who promised it eternal life and  bountiful dreams but left the people gaping upwards , never to return. 5000 years… millions of eyes waiting…

somehow.. something..

Human beings besmalled by Gods. The country of small existences, of small aspirations, of small things and of small efforts .

Jingle Bells…Jingle Bells…

Its people who dream of unending wealth , golden birds and fountain of  happiness, a suffused night  but

wretched mornings..

 Of  Pink  Palaces ,exquisite caves and silk embroideries and ugly brown hats, stench filled rooms and ruined slums.

Of  imperial legacies which sneer with lavishness and erudition and native pride which maintains them to this day.

Of dark  skimpy children with feverish hopes and monsooned  bodies ,staring at the English man  clicking

on and on at the Taj, on buffaloes in the maroons of Bihar  mimicking the Air India  747  from Calcutta to Patna.

Of 5 year  old Ramu  and his tiny paper boat in the dockyards of Vishakapatnam…

Of changes now dynamic, deep and fundamental

Of  turbulence seeping into Indians.

Of  heightened dreams of dreamers.

                        Jingle bells…Jingle bells

India now.., of material ideals, of  dollars and credit cards..

Of silicon senses and sky scrapers. Of 15 year olds with PC’s , pagers…of feminine charms and freedom.

Of small town girls with a bank balance, a non marital existence and Cielos..

And yet of hopes, changes..

Now or Never .Believe me .

India is now 50 years old not 5000 years .

            India is change, India is free and yet i am restless and sleepless...

A 30-year-old Croydon man was stabbed three times after an argument in the queue at McDonald's in Swanston Street last night.

Read the rest here

sveglia tranquilla e solita colazione astiosa con la biondona ossigenata. L'obiettivo della giornata era il bagno turco, per ripulirci dalle ultime scorie della vacanza.

Dopo esserci persi per la città vecchia (persiperbaku), abbiamo incrociato un bagno turco, dove ci siamo informati sugli orari e le amenità che ci potevano aspettare dentro in modo da calcore i tempi della nostra giornata. L'idea era infatti di aggiornare ancora il blog, un piccolo giretto in centro e finalmente abbandonare i residui dele nostre calde ferie.

Il programma con un certo ritardo è stato perfettamente rispettato e prima di andare al bagno turco ci siamo fermati per un gelato risptoratore. Scaduto, ovviamente....

Il bagno turco non appariva come quelli dove eravamo già stati e quindi con un certo spaesamento ci siamo vestiti degli straccetti della pudicizia e siamo andati dentro. L'interno era povero e scuro, con le panche tutti intorno all'unica stanza, con al centro dei lettini di marmo. Una vasca incassata attirava tutta la nostra curiosità, ma lo spaesamento non riusciva proprio a passare e, con un gesto di magnanimità tutto iraniano, un ragazzo ci ha tolto dal nostro imbarazzo e ci ha spiegato cosa fare.

Il bagno turco ci offriva una gincana di salute:

1. sauna per 10/15 minuti
2. tuffo in vasca (quella incassata) fredda per 2 secondi
3. sauna di 20 secondi
4. massaggio

Per il massaggio bisognava chiedere in sala d'attesa, dove la cooperativa dei massaggiatori si organizzavano a turni sui massaggi. L'attesa per il massaggio ci ha portato sul tavolo circolare, attorno alla fontanella centrale della hall. Lì su disposizione del capo massaggiatori, un vecchio puntato da Checco e me per la sicura maestria nei massaggi (con tirata di ossa etc...), ci siamo sorbiti un paio di te con marmellata di giuggiole.

Per il massaggio, con grande delusione, ci siamo bccati il sorcio, un tipo smilzo, con la faccia allungata, baffetto da quindicenne e denti da roditore. Il sorcio appunto. La sua maestria ci ha invece sopreso e, così, lindi e belli ce ne siamo andati al macdonalds per lo spuntino del pomeriggio.

Il programma prevedeva ancora una fuga in albergo per pagare (con sconto) e corsa in internet per finire il blog e di nuovo un macdonalds con birre di chiusura.

Zaino e notte.

Come ho scritto più volte, tra il cibo di strada e un Big Mac non c'è una vera differenza di fruizione: sono entrambi da consumare rapidamente. Solo, sono mondi distinti. Quello di McD è fatto in serie, quello a noi caro è artigianale. Ma perché continui ad esistere, forse, c'è bisogno di idee. Idee che non lo snaturino. Questo è il difficile.

poi a Torino ho riprovato ma nulla di chè.

Ormai rassegnato oggi con Ale siam passati al Mac di Beinasco e tò!!!!!!!....Una bimba ci stava giocando su uno dei tavoli! :-O

''Noooooo, guarda Enriiii, cos'ha quella bambina???'' ...non ci potevo credere, lo davano dinuovo!

Corsi dentro ci siam presi due Happy Meal, benche insieme facciamo 63 anni di età!

Ma vuoi mettere la soddisfazione di avere i NOSTRI KUNGFU PANDA personaliiii!!! Siiiiiii!!!

MacDonalds, industry heavy weight,  guilty pleasure, nutritional pariah.  How much has been blamed on those golden arches.  Going into one is starting to feel a bit like going into a strip club or something.  Actually people are more understanding if you go to strip clubs. It’s such a loaded decision, like smoking.  You know it’s wrong, but every now and then…well you know.  You can’t help it.  It’s late, your drunk, it’s there.  You know that it’s not the best idea.  You psyche your self up.  “I’m gonna eat something bad for me and it’s gonna be sooooo gooood.“

It’s becoming a way for chubby people to rebel.  And that’s pretty sad, folks.

But let’s ignore the complex sociology and child rearing debates associated with MacDonalds and just focus on the point of  something like MacDonalds.  If you are going to eat something guilt inducing, shouldn’t it at least taste nice?

Lets take a step back in history and remember the way we were.  Ah, youth.  Remember birthday parties spent, toys collected, special moments.  Remember it tasting good.  Now I don’t think I’m alone on this, I remember it tasting good.  It is definitely not the same.  You would think that this would go against the whole principal of the thing, consistent  food everywhere.   This doesn’t taste like 1987! What in the hell is going on here?

So here’s the real trick of the mind.  With so many things that we eat now almost entirely made up of flavours and fragrances that convince us of minutely subtle cues to not just “flavour”, but emotion, branding, time, place, how do I know what my own childhood actually tasted like?

If you want to really prove this to yourself, have Macdonalds anywhere else in the world BUT North America.  You will be shocked.  Two years ago, my husband and I were in Spain on holiday and after a very long morning hauling giant backpacks around, and a near desperate hunger looming, we took the (at the time) embarrassing step of getting MacDonalds  in Barcelona.  Up to this point we had enjoyed some of the best food of our entire lives.  Food that was a revelation.  The seafood alone on this trip has never been topped by anything I have had since.  So we felt a bit sheepish, almost like we were insulting  Barcelona, copping out with Mackie Ds.

The restaurant itself was immaculate, clean, modern.  The line took awhile, longer than back home.  This was because the staff were actually looking at the orders they were putting together, being thorough.  By the time we sat down, we were crazy with hunger.  We opened up our little cardboard boxes to find…symmetrical, tall, proud burgers, hot fries.  But what struck us was not just that the food did not appear to be intentionally ugly.  It tasted…like food.  The milkshakes tasted unmistakably like milk and actual chocolate and vanilla.  The beef in the burgers tasted like beef.  I have never experienced anything like it.  Here’s the really confusing part.  It tasted like it did when I was a kid.

My childhood tasted like actual food.  Raspberries, Oysters caught on the beach and roasted on a campfire, carrots from the garden.  You can’t recreate the actual subtleties of real food.  I understand that fast food needs to enhance, equalize, brand their food with flavourings that unify and create their distinct taste.  But you don’t have to strip everything that was there to begin with.

Thank goodness for these interpretations of American culture all over the world.  You can’t help it.  For example, the Japanese now order KFC on Christmas Day.  That’s their interpretation of a piece of American culture.  And it makes perfect sense, American KFC with American Christmas.  English Starbucks serve Victoria Sponge cake in the pastry case, something you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world.  You can’t take the food culture of Spain out of the equation when the Spanish are serving something American.  Their respect for food is intense.  So intense that it manages to shine though even in a Big Mac.

Do we not love food?  Do we not care?  Do we not even want JUNK FOOD to taste good?  Forget globalization, complete lack of nutrition, dodgy employment practices, food production practices that are contributing to the destruction of the environment, etc, etc.  Stop eating fast food because it doesn’t even taste like a guilty pleasure anymore.  It doesn’t taste like anything.  When you feel like a guilty pleasure, it should at least leave you feeling a bit smug, not hollow and wondering if life is worth living at all.

A suggestion for those nights that you are very drunk and needing something else to feel guilty about in the morning besides the ridiculous human being you probably just made out with?   Find the dirtiest Donair Kebab place you can find and go big.  Extra garlic mayo too.  You will still feel like shit tomorrow, but at least you will enjoy the Kebab.

What is in the water in Wisconsin? Don Gorske has eaten 23,000 Big Macs in the past 36 years and he is still counting.OK, he does have a obsessive compulsive disorder but the dude eats four all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on two sesame seed buns EVERY DAY (and has all the receipts to prove it). Don can even recall the 8 days when he was unable to lay his mitts on a burger, when his mother died, twice due to work, three times when traveling and couldn't find a golden arch (he must have been in Iceland),the snowstorm of 1982 and Thanksgiving day 2000.But that problem has been solved, he freezes them now, just in case. Oh and if you are wondering, Don doesn't order fries with that, but has two parfaits instead.

Bottom line is, Don Gorske has become McDonald's new best friend, he just doesn't know it yet. The 6-foot-2, 185lb Don, who walks 10 miles a day, is the answer to Maccas prays. Don't tell me they won't be plonking him on the stand every time someone wants to sue Maccas because they are fat or had to have open heart surgery.Come on the man has eaten Big Macs for 36 years and he still lives!

Shame though, when he dies its gonna take decades for his body to decompose. Don't believe me check out McNasty.

In a Libertarian World, it would be nice if everybody "bought into the vision". we odn't like conflict really, no not at all, for we'd love it if everybody really really wanted to be free, and understood what that meant.

I wonder, tormentedly in the night, often, what to do with people who devise Nazi (which is exclusively to say, leftist) schemes? Such as these:

For example, that of enlisting children to snoop and snitch anonymously to British Local Council Soviet bureauNazis, about the activites of other citizens...

Or, indeed, the closely similar kinds of people, motivated by the same Utopian horror-world, who used to throw dead and even still-living individuals of "unpopular minorities" into incinerators, by the million, "recycling" their clothes, shoes, tooth fillings, spectacle lenses, and the like. (The skull burns last - apparently bluish-green flames burst out of the optic-nerve cavity at the back of the eye socket, and from the nasal cavities. God knows how anyone knew this disgusting fact about what lefties and other minor types of Nazi do to otherwise-living people, but I suspect the "experiment" was "conducted" somewhere.)

We must never, never forget that, in combating leftism in its many hydra-headed forms such as the lies about global warming, we are trying to deal with deeply-and-unimaginably-disgusting, and thoroughly corrupted individuals here. Much, much worse, in terms of the industrial repressing and killing power that, through corrupting science and progress, they can bring to bear.

We have to know what we are going to do with these people, since we can't just kill them out of hand, as we will thence descend to their moral level.

Like Polly Toynbee, for example. I offer her as a Gramscian monster which you would all recognize, in a hurry. I do not, here on this blog as you also know, aspire to be able to describe her, or people such as Hitler, Al Gore, Castro, Pol Pot, the Sendero-Lumonoso, Ed Balls, Saddam Hussein, Darleko-Ahmadinejad-or-whatever (and others) and Stalin in the colourful and deeply-Saxon language that you will be pleased to see on Devil's Kitchen, for example. Furthermore, The Devil can do it so much better than I - but you all understand that the Hegelio-Toynbeeian here is viewed as a powerful and not-to-be-underestimated Servant of the Devil (not ours - the real one) who ought to be approached with respect, and with quantities of very, very dry gunpowder.

Enough about the monsters. Here's what to do with them. It's only a partial solution I am afraid, for now: we have to stop them from coming ito the world, but that's stage 2.

For now, I'm afraid that in the end, we shan't catch the biggies as they will I expect, like Himmler, all take cyanide on the day. But the minions, such as "Chief Executives of Metropolitan Councils", and "Covert-Human-Intelligence-Co-ordinators" can't all be forced to die, as there are staggeringly large numbers of them, and we are "not that kind of a people.

We shall have to demonstrate "Justice Tempered With Mercy". This is what we will do. I got the idea from the late great Auberon Waugh, in the Spectator about 12 years ago. He was a great liberal.

St Kilda is a currently uninhabited (except for a small military base) set of rocky, mountainous Islands, some way off the north west of the Outer Hebrides of the north of the UK. There is nothing much left there, since the last inhabitants were voluntarily evacuated about 80 years ago. Or, we could use Boreray, on the southern tip of the Hebrides, as its cliffs are higher.

Prisoners are taken to the island, whicever one it may be, to serve their sentence. It is a specified number of days, which may be many, many thousands, for "Council Chief executives", or for Ken Livingstone who has done so much damage, or for someone like Hugo Chavez who ought to know better. (This is important. This service is also expensive to service as you will see, but the cost-per-prisoner is low, and the objective is reform and not death-of-prisoner.) There is no shelter at all, this is deliberate, and no materials that can easily be used except what is washed up by shipwrecks. They have to warm each other in the winter, and in storms in thew summer which may even be worse, it will teach them some things.

There are, importantly, NO TOOLS. NONE.

None. Zap. Nada.

There are three heavily-armed men, who play cards, computer games and have a broadband connection, to view pron, play games, and amuse themselves. They are very, very, very highly paid, about £170,000 a year each, more than the PM, and serve for 7 days at a time only every 6 weeks (so they can have a life) as there is no alcohol permitted to be landed on the island at all. They guard the bottom of the 750-foot pulley system from the 20-foot landing stage, to the plateau of the island. Their salaries cost us about £3.2 million a year, but it's cheap at the price; and servicing them is only another £10 million or so generously.)

The new prisoner is landed and is winched up, willingly or no.

At the end of a sentence, the prisoner's name is called by megaphone from the shore-station, for three days in a row, at an agreed time in the early dawn. That's it.

NO WATCHES OR CLOCKS are permitted on the Island, above the shorestation. The lefties have to work the time and date out for themselves, all the time, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, for ever, while they commit crimes against humanity - that is only a little part of the cost of opposing reason. Those who do not learn from history SHALL be condemned to repeat it. Properly, from the beginning, like a detention - is not that what detentions are for?

There are no pencils or pens.

If it is stormy and windy, then that's "due to climate change" and is the prisoner's problem. (She/he ought to have been keeping a record, but we do NOT provide pencils as these are not "natural". If she/(he) does not come down, then the daily food rations sent up are deducted by one person's amount.

If the particular prisoner who has been called does not come down, after three days, then rations sent up thereafter are deducted by the amount of ONE PRISONER, which is assumed to be dead.

If a new prisoner is "sent up", then rations are adjusted accordingly.

I would not like it if they had to eat each other, but then I am a human being and these things which we are trying to save are not. Sorry, that was bad - but I an annoyed with lefties today. They want to destroy the world, and I don't think they ought to be allowed to, for most people like it as it is, with Coca-Cola, MacDonald's, voting, electricity, running water, medicines and stuff.

Imagine você é o novo diretor da MacDonald's e tem de controlar as finanças, controlar vendas, alimentos entre outros, pois é nesse jogo você vai ter de fazer tudo isso. Pensa que é fácil tente para ver como é a rotina mesmo de brincadeira, mais o jogo é muito interessante.

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We headed down to Queensway Shopping Centre first for some Hari Raya shopping of our own too!*why? cannot? Local Production crew love to see see look look and juz buy anything that suits our style too!*

So instead of having to queue up to walk around, we decided to have a little lunching first! Although the smell of laksa was really enticing, we decided on Macdonalds.*cos it was the only place we could find seats without waiting! lazy la, holiday mood you know!*

After lunch, we decided to head out to do some window shopping!*oh yea! hi and bye auntie shirley! don't mind us, we don't know auntie shirley, it's just the name we saw on the staff's badge at macdonalds!*

Oh well, after we wasted enough time wandering around QSC*imitation JB*... we decided to go off to find a place to chill for the day!

After making our orders, we sat around and made a fool of ourselves as usual! Local Production would like to apologise to everyone that was there at the time! It was just us being our usual selves!*really la! sorry! T-T next time we dare not le! forgive us!*

Overall, we found that Coffee Club is not a bad place to chill and chat! Don't forget to try their other various dishes!*just don't create too much of a scene when you're there k? remember that we're trained professionals to handle every situation!*

Local Production offers Coffee Club a full RESPECT for having a cool place to hangout and laze around!*and also for putting up with us while we were there! once again! SORRY! XD*