Woman

Had a great talk with a friend of mine today – somewhat of a philosopher, and his take on women and what makes for a very successful relationship.

Over a few beers……….

“What do ya know about women anyway, Shakeyjay?” he says to me

“Not too much.” I says

“Do you know what makes for a great, long lasting relationship.?

I just shrugged.

“No, what” I says, curious now.

“Silence! Silence, on your part Shakeyjay. While your woman is nattering on to you, you say nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing… nada.”

“Say what?” says I

“Not say what. You say nothing. And I mean nothing.

“You just sit there while she rambles on. You smile, just smile, nod your head once in awhile, smile again while she goes on but under no circumstances do you say anything. Anything! Nothing at all. Do you understand me?

“Really.” I said. “I don’t think I can do that. Just sit there silently, with a broad smile on my face, but saying nothing.”

“Well, yes, it does take some getting used to. Some discipline on your part.”

He went on…….

“You see…while she is rambling on to you, unbeknownst to her, every single thing she is saying is going in one of your ears and coming out the other. Nothing, and I mean nothing, no word that she mouths or says is caught up in there – between your ears I mean – to cause or stir a single rational thought on your part. No brain matter to understand or dissect whatever she says. You cannot rationalize irrationality of expression. You know that. And that is what it is. And the very neat part of all of this is that it just becomes white noise after a while. But that takes a great deal of practice and experience.

“Wow.” I said

“Yes, and this is the best part of all. While she is going on about who knows what you just smile at her knowing full well that as she rambles on you can go to that wonderful safe place of yours. You know – the golf course, the pub, the poker game, the stag party, out with your mates. Well just about anything or anywhere your heart desires and she will not be the worst for wear – just as long as you keep smiling at her.

“Oh and if you do detect a pause in her banter, just say ‘mmm hmmm'”

“But do not, I repeat, do not under any circumstances look directly at her. Because a real danger exists that as she carries on with her feminist mumble jumble your eyes may glaze over while you are transfixed into that safe space of yours, you know, your happy place. They can pick up on that immediately. Usually what comes next is: ‘are you listening to a single word I am saying?’ Be careful of that.

“All you have to say is: “Yes dear.” But if you have the periodic ‘ummm hmmm’ down pat she will never detect your indifference.

“I am telling you Shakeyjay that this works wonders. She will admire you. She will tell all of her friends just how wonderful, how understanding you are. What a great listener you are and, and this is the best part, she will give you just about anything your heart desires.”

“Really, you mean, like beer?”

“Anything. And the second best part of all of this is that you will never be caught in a lie because you have absolutely no idea of what she was talking about in the first place. So you cannot lie about something you have no idea about.”

“Wow. And women think they know us but they don’t, really! We will always have the last word”

“I am going to try that. I’ll let ya know how it goes.”

“SHAKEYJAY!” my woman shrieked.

Yes dear.

“GET YOUR SORRY ASS UP HERE….NOW.”

Yes….Woman.

PS: If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say – talk in your sleep.

Have a great day.

SJ………………….Out.

Sorry! Again…

The Turd’s latest apology to the Inuits – and none coming to ordinary Canadians – got me to thinking:

I am a Canadian………………….Sorry

Canadian lawyers send an official letter to the Pope asking him for an official apology for the Canadian Residential Schools. Never mind that there are also Anglican, Presbyterian and other denominational schools….oops sorry. That they were also in the United States and other Commonwealth countries and that not all residential schools were bad….oops sorry!

Residential schools? The gift that keeps on giving to Canada’s First Nations, which is an oxymoronic thing to say in itself…sorry. Indigenous peoples were immigrants like the rest of us…sorry. They just got off the boat, or land bridge, a lot earlier than us Franco’s and Anglo’s….oops sorry, can’t say that.

If I was the Pope, and sorry, I’m not, I would tell these lawyers to go to hell…oops sorry. Can’t say that. Hell doesn’t exist anymore according to the Pope. Okay then, go to purgatory. Yup, that should do it..oops…sorry about that.

And the Pope’s response?

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“I just have two words to say to Canada. Unfortunately  I cannot say in them public!” Sorry! “This is Latin sign language meaning F%$K Off.”


On behalf of all Canadians, I just want to say sorry to:

  • Japanese Canadians;
  • Chinese Canadians;
  • Jewish Canadians…is there such a thing?;
  • Italian Canadians;
  • Greek Canadians;
  • French Canadians;
  • German Canadians;
  • All Canadians from Europe, Middle East, Mongolia, Southeast Asia;
  • American Canadians although I don’t know why they would want to be;
  • Aussie Canadians;
  • New Zealand Canadians
  • Antarctic Adele Penguin Canadians;
  • Skuas and screw yas Canadians;
  • Polar Bear Canadians;
  • Seal Canadians
  • Shit Hawk Canadians;
  • Scandinavian Canadians;
  • African Canadians;
  • Indian Canadians;
  • Oceana Canadians;
  • St Helena Canadians;
  • Elba Canadians;
  • Russia Canadians; and
  • Anyone left out Canadians?

And all other hyphenated and decaffeinated Canadians out there. Why can’t we all just be……….CANADIANS!…..Ooops sorry, identity politics rules the Canadian roost..er…oops sorry to PETA….well, not really sorry!

We are Canadians and we’re sorry that we screwed you all. Just lodge a complaint with our Dear Leader Justin Trudeau and he will issue you an apology, with tears to boot (he is an ex drama teacher after all) and, if you are really, really lucky, he’ll give you all a hockey sock full of money.

Oh and sorry to the Montreal Canadians for sucking as a hockey team. And the Leafs.

And the next time you wage a major war in Europe, don’t call us to come and help bail you out………………….Sorry!

I’m sorry!

Song of the day:

Have a great Navy day

SJ………………………………………….Out

Sorry!

Things Are Not What They Seem

Now, you tell me things are not going whacko. Headlines from Friday. Thanks to Maggie’s Farm:

 

Man, father, rescues daughters from undertow – drowns. Toxic Masculinity;

Berkeley bans manholes and natural gas…beano and toxic masculinity to come next;

Colorado State University states that the name “America” is not all inclusive;

Gasden Flag denounced as thought crime…see natural gas above;

A liberal tweet goes viral. “White people love dogs because they miss owning slaves;”

Progressives (lefties) shout “White Supremacy” at every image of the Rorschach test;

Suicides up over climate despair. “Why go on living when it always rains on my Pride Parade;”

British MP wants end to affordable food to fight obesity and climate change. As an adjunct, on hearing this “foodie” suicides up due to tainted food scare;

Prince Charles once again changes his climate change doomsday prediction. Climate suicides spike on hearing the news;

Facebook bans St Augustine quote as hate speech. “Love your neighbour as yourself” deemed to be just too toxic for the LGBTQ crowd;

Educators aim to end “whiteness” and racism in Mathematics: 1 + 1 = 11; 2 + 2 = 22. “We are dumbing down” one was heard to say. We want to sink to the lowest common denominator!!;

Attacks on “white, male moon landing” geesh, Liberals cannot stay away from criticizing significant American accomplishments as virtue signalling; and

Democrats tell Americans that their citizenship means nothing.

 

And all of this taken from just one day of headlines. That is why I love doing this blog. There is no end to the madness out there.

All of this sure does smell:

Have a great day.

 

SJ…………..Out

 

 

Nothing New

Getting into the dog days of summer. Very little to report.

Have a beer. Okay. Have you got the opener?

Gotta love those Brits…er Irish. Humour.

A Dutch swimming pool. C’mon in the Pilsner’s great.

I see the Tour de Farce is on:

I watched the Tour de France today on TV. Now there is an exciting spectator sport if I ever saw one. Like cross country skiing! And what does one call a large group of cyclists anyway? A turd? I mean a group of whales is called a pod, seagulls a flock. So what do we call a group of cyclists? Probably a herd. Okay, watching this herd of cyclists covering about 200 km was as exciting as watching paint dry, or watching the paint dry on a barn door.

”Paint dry? What is dat? “ My Dutch colleague asked.

“Well, you know, like watching grass grow.” I answered as diplomatically as possible.

”I don’t understand dis, paint dry or grass grow.” He looked at me with askance – a dumb sort of look on his face.

“Okay I’ll be as diplomatic as I can be.” I replied.

It’s……..B-O-R-I-N-G

“Sucre blue” he exclaimed in his best Dutch.

“ You mean Sacre Bleu?” I corrected him.

”Dats vat I say, Sucre blew.”

So after 2 hours of watching a turd, I mean herd, of cyclists ride by the announcer comes on to inform us all – with bated breath – that there are only 150 km to go.

“Getting close” I thought to myself – ooooooooo

And what did the man on the street have to say after camping out for over a week on this stretch of a French country road to watch this herd ride by.

”So what do you think?” The French reporter asked.

“Well I have been out here for a week just to see this race!” The spectator exclaimed. And just as he was telling the reporter what he felt the terd, I mean herd, rode by in a flash.

“I missed the herd. I have been here all week.” Damn…..Sacre Blue.”

” You mean Sucre Blewd.” The Dutchman corrected him.

What this really boils down to is that like spectators all over the world they are really hoping and praying that this herd of terds will wipe-out.

Tour de Farce!

Time change? Do you agree or disagree with it. Well the UK Parks department at Stonehenge definitely have something to say about it: (Click on the link then open).

Stonehenge

That’s about it for today. I also have a quote:

“When I married Ms. Right, I had no idea her first name was Always.”

And a joke:

“A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters
But always talked about having a son. 

They decided to try one last time 
For the son they always wanted. 

The wife got pregnant 
And delivered a healthy baby boy. 

The joyful father rushed to the nursery 
To see his new son. 

He was horrified at the ugliest child 
He had ever seen. 

He told his wife: ‘There’s no way I can 
Be the father of this baby. 
Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered! 
Have you been fooling around behind my back?’

The wife smiled sweetly and replied: 

‘No, not this time!'” 

This song will get your toes tappin. “Ramblin Man” by the Allman Brothers Band. Dickie on lead vocal and guitar. One of the best solos ever. 1972 was a great year for music.

Have a great weekend.

 

SJ……………………..Out

 

 

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

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“Life is like a box of chocolates you know….cause ya never know what your gonna get….” except of course the ones with the nuts…

Consider just how nutty Canada’s policy is on building pipelines:

“We already knew how bad C-69 was when it was introduced as a bill. And of course, it goes without saying, all the bizarre conditions and regulations would only apply to Canadian industry. There would be no gender analysis or Aboriginal analysis or queer analysis or feminist analysis of oil brought in from the U.S. by rail, or brought in from Saudi Arabia by tanker.”

Cause they’re all eunuchs in Saudi Arabia.

Never mind that, what on earth does a queer, or a feminist analysis have to do with the building of a pipeline. Oh you mean that somebody is going to get fooked? Oh, it’s a metaphor. I see and I get it now.. Indigenous analysis. What on earth is that? Oh I get it. That is when a pipeline goes through Indian Land and the natives only get 10 gazillion dollars in royalties. They’re fooked as well. Or perhaps they are smoking something from their pipes. Incredible.

Stupid does what stupid wants: India mission bureaucratic and diplomatic staff were subjected to Canadian government counseling sessions titled “Minding Difficult Conversations”, “Building Civility in the Workplace” and a 3-hour session named “Values and Ethics in the Workplace.” This was done after Trudeau’s disastrous India visit. At the end of it all they were also subjected to 1.5 hour long exercise called the marshmallow and spaghetti challenge. Participants were “divided into teams that compete with each other using certain supplies… (including spaghetti and a marshmallow) to see who can build the tallest structure”. The winner got a box of chocolates, smores and a posting to Parliament Hill.

More chocolate nuts: Trudeau Liberals hiring a climate Barbie whisperer to help Catherine McKenna. Who you may ask?…..why Ken of course. How much? $2M. I kid you not.

 

And the sad thing in all of this? Polls are indicating that Trudeau is going to win the next election. Stupidity rules.


Nuttier still from the LGBTQ community: an abortion should just be a discussion between a man and her doctor. No one else. Or, better still: I am a lesbian trapped inside a man’s body.


A new paperback is out titled: “Understanding Women”

Should be a best seller. If only you could lift it.


What goes around comes around…or mechanical Karma: Elon Musk’s Neuralink Says It’s Ready for Brain Surgery … The startup just unveiled its plan to implant paralyzed patients with electrodes that’ll let them work computers with their minds. Hands free. Just like his driverless cars. And the patients? Oh those poor sods who believed that Musk’s driverless cars were fool-proof. Well, they weren’t and these fools are proof of that.

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Update:

It’s sad and frustrating when half of the super chargers AT THE TESLA FACTORY aren’t working and the employee inside says the only thing we can do is call and report them. I’ve been waiting to talk to an actual person for <15 mins now.

Tesla’s self driving brain surgery community is all in a tizzy right now.

Yeah, especially when that asshole Tesla operator tells us to press one!!!


A premonition perhaps. In training:

                                                              The rowing machine on the Titanic


This has to make you cry: New York Post reports that at the beginning of the moon landing astronaut John Glenn wrote down those famous words as in…one small step for man…..Life is like a box of chocolates you know cause I is as stupid is as stupid does.


Love this:

 

 

Have a great day and have a chocolate.

SJ…………………………….Out