On A More Serious Note

What is wrong with people today? They don't want a carbon tax because they fear they might be a little out of pocket? They don't want a carbon tax because they are sceptical of the whole climate change issue? They don't want a carbon tax because the country hasn't voted on it in an official referendum?

Seriously, the world is full of retards who clearly don't understand the severity of the problem we have put ourselves in!

I don't mean people of mental disability when I use the word retards. I'm talking about the everyday normal people who went to school for at least 13 years, participated in some form of tertiary education, and can read, write, observe, assess, and make informed logical decisions in their day to day lives but for the life of them cannot make the indescribably minuscule mental step of using their own senses and memories of years gone by to come to the constantly proven and reinforced scientific fact that the climate of this planet we populate is messed up all over the place and global warming is not just a myth dreamed up for political propaganda and that the human race in its infinite wisdom greatly accelerated (if not caused) the process over the great many decades of the carbon era.

It couldn't be any simpler to understand.
The coal we burn to generate electricity & power steam trains, the oil, petrol, diesel & gas we run our vehicles on, the fires we light to keep warm in winter, etc, etc, etc all loads our atmosphere with constantly increasing amounts of carbon. What does all this mean? It's air pollution for a start and it's increasing the overall temperature of the planet. Polar ice caps are melting faster than they should, cyclones are increasing in both severity and occurrence, islands are being lost to the sea, weather patterns are altered, etc, etc, etc.

The faster we all agree that global warming and climate change are a real and present threat to more than just our way of life and that there is a genuine need to change our ways and then actually do it instead of talk about it the better off we'll all be. So utilise the canvas shopping bags, recycle as much as possible, filter your used cooking oil and run your diesel car on it, walk instead of drive the 5 minutes to the corner shop, plant a native tree in your back yard, unplug electronics if they're not in use and use the ceiling fans instead of the air conditioner.

I hear the same rubbish every day from people. "Say No to Carbon Tax", "It's going to cost people their jobs", "Carbon Tax is Bullshit"... the list goes on but not one has an opinion of their own as to how best to deal with climate change and global warming so until you have read on some facts and listened to the scientists and pulled your head from your backside and looked around you have no place spouting your misinformed opinions.

I could be polite and passive but nothing short of abrupt vulgarities seem to hold the attention of these dumb-shit spastics. We don't have another planet to go start afresh on so lets all do our bit to stop fucking up this one!

Fun Times

Oh, that's right! I have a blog I've left unattended for 3 months. Skipping back over it it seems to be half full of deep and meaningful heartfelt truth from the depths of my soul (yeah right) and the rest is just trivial non-important nonsensical dribble. I can't see any reason to change this either. Therefore I shall just put an update of my trivial, non-important and nonsensical life.

Let's see now...

My bottom left wisdom tooth - Number 38 - decided to poke it's head through and attempt to fuck Number 37 up the arse so the dentist decided to get an X-ray to catch the culprit in the act.


Those with a bit of dental understanding will notice the abscess beneath 38 and the fact that it's rooting the nerve beside it. Want a closer look?




Now, I must point out that the agony i was making with painkiller after painkiller was nothing compared to the actual extraction process.
i.e. I think there was a good reason for the bruise under the surgeon's eye.
Anyway, it's out now as you can see.


You can also see where he drilled into it, and, if you look really close you can see where he slipped with the drill several times.

Fun times.