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Police Chief give a spray about American bullets

[video]http://conservativetribune.com/police-black-crime/[/video]
 
Was thinking how easy access to drugs is not the answer to the problem:

 
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A POEM THAT SOME CAN RELATE TO

I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it...I'm just getting old?

I remember the 'loo' was the lav
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.

The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

ANON

the age of remembrance must be 60 plus!!!!!!!!!!
 
"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."

Mark Twain
 
I wasn't sure where to put this, but a happy news story from Victoria.

We had a young autistic boy, 11yo, go missing on Good Friday while the family were camping in Eildon.
It has been rather cold the last few days.

He was found safe yesterday.

A wonderful effort by all.

http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/vi...293538386?sv=98633ace8eb23884bdb009b9a090a12f


Yes, really good news.

Our rescue teams - police,SES, firies etc did a great job!

The general public that helped search must also be commended.
 
I built my house 16 years ago and it has 180 degree views of the ocean. A lighthouse is located on a point of land in the distance. The view was obscured by a tree in the next door neighbours yard. I hated that tree. Everybody that came to my house said "Wouldn't it be great if that tree wasn't there and you would have uninterrupted views of the lighthouse". I agreed wholeheartedly.

Then I noticed that the birds would gather in the morning in this tree and sing the praises of the awakening dawn and raise their young in nests who in turn called that tree their home. This lasted for 10 years. I bought a dog. My dog loves chasing birds so he received entertainment value from chasing the various species of birds who inevitably congregated in my backyard to dig for worms. The tree had purpose. I did't mind the tree afterall but still wished it was not blocking my view.

After a ten year period the tree started to show signs of not doing too well. It was dying. There were less leaves regrowing in spring. Not as many birds came and nestled in its branches. My dog had less birds to chase in the back yard and generally the sounds of the bird calls in the morning were growing dimmer. The leaves had now quite large gaps between them and I could see glimpses of the lighthouse. The tree was not on my hate list anymore and I began to take more notice of the bird life.

Over the next 6 years the tree became less of a tree and more of a giant stick poking the sky with its branches looking like demented twisted fingers that gave the birds somewhere to sit but no protection from the elements or predators. No nests were made to rear the hatchlings and the morning cacophony of bird songs grew even less. I had to start using an alarm clock instead of relying on the birds to wake me up. My dog began to tolerate the birds in the backyard and did not chase them as much. But at least I could see more of the lighthouse. I felt empathy for the tree and what its purpose was in the grand scheme of things.

Just the other day I came home from work and went out to my balcony. Something was missing. They had cut down the tree. I now had uninterrupted views of the lighthouse. Magnificent I thought. There were no birds in my backyard for my dog to chase. There were no bird songs this morning to wake me up. The vista had now become barren. I noticed a hawk had now started to patrol the skies as the birds had nowhere to hide in the branches. I felt sorry for wanting this tree gone.

Now the freakin lighthouse tractor beam of light bores through my window at night when I am trying to sleep. Every 7 seconds the bedroom illuminates like a spaceship has just landed. My dog now lies dormant with no birds to chase. Wish I had that tree back.

Yep ... got what I wanted in the end.

Moral of the story?
 
I built my house 16 years ago and it has 180 degree views of the ocean. A lighthouse is located on a point of land in the distance. The view was obscured by a tree in the next door neighbours yard. I hated that tree. Everybody that came to my house said "Wouldn't it be great if that tree wasn't there and you would have uninterrupted views of the lighthouse". I agreed wholeheartedly.

Then I noticed that the birds would gather in the morning in this tree and sing the praises of the awakening dawn and raise their young in nests who in turn called that tree their home. This lasted for 10 years. I bought a dog. My dog loves chasing birds so he received entertainment value from chasing the various species of birds who inevitably congregated in my backyard to dig for worms. The tree had purpose. I did't mind the tree afterall but still wished it was not blocking my view.

After a ten year period the tree started to show signs of not doing too well. It was dying. There were less leaves regrowing in spring. Not as many birds came and nestled in its branches. My dog had less birds to chase in the back yard and generally the sounds of the bird calls in the morning were growing dimmer. The leaves had now quite large gaps between them and I could see glimpses of the lighthouse. The tree was not on my hate list anymore and I began to take more notice of the bird life.

Over the next 6 years the tree became less of a tree and more of a giant stick poking the sky with its branches looking like demented twisted fingers that gave the birds somewhere to sit but no protection from the elements or predators. No nests were made to rear the hatchlings and the morning cacophony of bird songs grew even less. I had to start using an alarm clock instead of relying on the birds to wake me up. My dog began to tolerate the birds in the backyard and did not chase them as much. But at least I could see more of the lighthouse. I felt empathy for the tree and what its purpose was in the grand scheme of things.

Just the other day I came home from work and went out to my balcony. Something was missing. They had cut down the tree. I now had uninterrupted views of the lighthouse. Magnificent I thought. There were no birds in my backyard for my dog to chase. There were no bird songs this morning to wake me up. The vista had now become barren. I noticed a hawk had now started to patrol the skies as the birds had nowhere to hide in the branches. I felt sorry for wanting this tree gone.

Now the freakin lighthouse tractor beam of light bores through my window at night when I am trying to sleep. Every 7 seconds the bedroom illuminates like a spaceship has just landed. My dog now lies dormant with no birds to chase. Wish I had that tree back.

Yep ... got what I wanted in the end.

Moral of the story?

Buy a mature tree from a tree farm and plant it.
Stop being a sook, get a grip, your starting to sound as though you care.:D

Last time I saw you, you had a Dhuey with its throat cut, hanging from your hand.:rolleyes:
 
Apparently satire/parody/irony is wasted around here. Must live near an airport.

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Apparently satire/parody/irony is wasted around here. Must live near an airport.

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I liked the story TS!

I will random a story which may waste someones time.
Lived in a house that the wife and built a couple of years after marriage, tried to build a 4x2 but the bankers refused so settled on a 3x1 design. We were with little spare cash for many years but raised 3 kids in it, the last caused us to extend when she became a toddler, we built on top, later added a separate outdoor single room and a big pool, single garage to a double. Lived there very happily for 28 years before selling. I thought it would rip my heart out, the day we moved out, had a tear in my eye I must confess as we left (i was the biggest sook out of the lot of us).

Next day and for the 4 years since have not thought twice about the place.
 
I'm a yellow! According to the Color Code... It's a personality test which after completion you are told you are either red, blue, white or yellow!
 
The same women that hung off the Eastern Freeway Overpass, are now climbing the Arts Centre spire, to hang up a piece of cloth.

Are these people fined for wasting police resources for the day?

http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/vi...e/news-story/a99051de00dc7a6d2ff117fa9d6009d3

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-02-...nes-arts-centre-spire-victoria-police/7182670

Well, to me they represent the good old Aussie spirit of resourcefulness and protest and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'd prefer to spend a few bucks of police time than being ground under a policeman's boot.

That's not to say I agree with their message, but that's another story.
 
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