Check out Kurofune, my very first crack at writing a novel. Good read I am told – by family and friends. Just click on the link at the top right of this page to get more information.
Remember this? No more winters, no more snow-oh, no more miserable winter row..oads… No more snow days…. damn.
Just kidding suckers!
Got that right buddy…April 2018
Canada, January 108th, 2018 (thxs to SDA)
And here in Mill Bay?
Bear Mountain, 9th green.
Sorry guys east of the Rockies.
But the main point here is nobody can predict what is going to occur weather wise tomorrow let alone 100 years from now. But that is the whole point of this Climate Change fraud. How can you challenge these bizarre predictions of doom and gloom given none of us will be alive in 2100? You can’t and they know it that is why they are getting their way with this nonsense.
To the tune of Alice Coopers “Schools Out”
“No more winters, no more sno..oh. No more bull shit, that the UN blow..oh’s.”
The most dangerous organizational threat to man…oops…peoplekind in an Orwellian manner is the UN. This is their ultimate goal:
Check this out at the 1 minute mark…..our future if we allow for it!
And after all that doom and gloom nonsense. BTW Metropolis was shot in 1927! Unbelievable.
Joke of the day. From a good friend:
“Young lad from Parrsboro, Nova Scotia goes off to University; but halfway through the first semester, he foolishly has squandered all of his money.
He calls home. ‘Dad,’ he says, ‘you won’t believe what modern education is developing. They actually have a program here in Antigonish that could teach our dog “Jiggy” how to talk.’
‘That’s amazing!’ his Dad says ‘How do I get Jiggy in that program?’
‘Just send him in here with $1,200,’ the young lad says, ‘I’ll get him in the course.’
So, his father sends the dog “Jiggy”, and $1,200.
About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The young lad calls home.
‘So how’s Jiggy doing, son?’ his father wants to know.
‘Awesome! Dad, he’s talking up a storm. But you just won’t believe this. They’ve had such good results with talking; they’ve begun to teach the animals how to read … ‘
‘Read?!’ exclaims his father. ‘No kidding! How do we get our Jiggy in that program?’
‘Just send $2,300. I’ll get him in the class for sure.’
The money promptly arrives. But, our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk nor read. So, he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited.
‘Where’s my Jiggy? I just can’t wait to talk with him and see him read something!’
‘Dad,’ the young lad says; ‘I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jiggy was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Cape Breton Post. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your Dad still messing around with that little redhead, working in the bakery at the grocery store?”
The father groans and whispers, ‘I hope you shot that son of a bitch, before he talks to your Mother!’
‘I sure did, Dad!’
‘That’s my boy!’
The son goes on to become a successful lawyer and then a Liberal Member of Parliament.”
Song of the day: December by Collective Soul