church tax

i feel as though i just fell off the turnip truck. it seems the pope and all his cronies have a much steadier cash flow than i was aware of. in many parts of europe there is a CHURCH TAX!

that's right, a feckin church tax and it's not chump change. the state tacks on an additional 10% tax to registered catholics and gives it to the church. talk about a sweet deal for the church. and there are about 25 million registered catholics in germany paying this tax. the jews and protestants also pay the fucking tax!

now the big shot german catholics are instituting a PAY TO PRAY policy. if you don't pay the tax, you don't get the mighty catholic mumbo jumbo bullshit. what has me in a real lather is my beloved iceland also has a church tax. they call it a congregation tax and even if you don't belong to any church you still have to pay it. the state keeps the tax in that case.

fucking churches. these douchebags are worse than l ron hubbard and his merry band of shysters. so it goes.

fuck me, even jay and silent bob briefly bought into it:

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fuck me, what a pain in the neck to make paragraphs on this new blogger bullshit. i actually went to help and read the instructions. i don't heppy with this.

ruby strikes

a certain person who likes to make my life difficult picked the wrong creature to annoy. it seems she and ruby got into a disagreement as to who is in charge of casa myshkin. i'm very happy to report that ruby was the victor. of course i had to feign anger at the roo but the next morning she got an extra long walk along with some very nice meatballs.

the tomatoes have done very well this year. we've had an absolutely fabulous september weather wise and the tomatoes have responded nicely. i'm not sure if the crushed eggshells were the secret ingredient or if it was the variety of plant i selected. if it's the variety of plant that was the difference maker, i'm fucked. there were tons of different plant varieties at the nursery and for the life of me i can't remember what i bought. so it goes.

it seems that blogger has changed things up again. oh well, it's free so i can't complain. i've recently purchased a few google shares so i hope they make lots of money with this new format. time to go fishing. i love you sons of bitches.

knock, knock.....

have you ever done something and then said to yourself, why in the feck didn't i do this a long time ago??

a few days ago i decided to watch pat garret and billy the kid for my 15 minutes of pleasure before retiring for the evening. after a few minutes i was wondering why i hadn't done this a long time ago. this was the first time i was watching it with the old home theater.

as i was lying on the couch some music began to waft through the air and i said to myself, i can name that tune in 3 notes. of course i'm talking about knockin' on heaven's door. and adding to the pleasure was the fact that slim pickens was the man knockin' on heaven's door. if there was ever a better actor on this planet i've yet to see him or her. anyone remember slim getting hit over the head with a shovel in blazing saddles and his line to harvey korman, "why if it ain't that uppity nigger that went and hit me over the head with a shovel."



after i finish watching it in a few days i'm going to watch it again. the first time i watch a movie i miss a lot of the dialogue just immersing myself in the experience. the second time i'll pay more attention to the dialogue. and after i finish the second viewing of pat garret and billy the kid it will be time to watch the greatest television series ever made. can you guess what series i'm talking about?

the version of knockin' on heaven's door from i'm not there is pretty good too.



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the new ride

i sold the black adder (kona mountain bike) about a week ago and began the search for a road bike. at my age i should have just walked into a bike shop and grabbed whatever caught my eye but old habits die hard. i scoured craigslist and contacted a lot of sellers and asked a lot of questions. i looked at a few that were a piece of crap described as being in excellent condition. don't call me a racist but recent immigrants tend to be the biggest liars out there.

then i saw an ad for a trek utopia. i was hooked before even looking at the bike, how many chances does a guy get at utopia? i called around 10:00 am saturday and woke up a young man who was sleeping off a wild night. he was eager to sell the bike and offered to meet me at a skytrain station so off i went. he advertised the bike as being practically new. well, it was practically new but it was in quite the state of disrepair. but it rode like a dream. he was asking $450 and we settled on $300. i rode it straight to the bike shop and dropped it off for service.

i picked it up this afternoon and the bill was $63. there was a corroded cable going to the rear derailleur and a few other adjustments were made and it now rides like new. total investment $363 for a bike that retails here for $799. not a great deal but i amused myself for a week.



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crazy anglos

big news out of canada!

the party quebecois won a minority government in the quebec provincial election yesterday. the party quebecois has been a separatist party with one of their main goals being the separation of quebec from canada. they don't like anglos and are quite militant about maintaining the french culture. there are laws restricting the use of english in quebec, or chinese for that matter.

last night a looney anglo man ATTEMPTED TO ASSASSINATE THE FUTURE PARTY QUEBECOIS PREMIER OF QUEBEC.

that's right, canada has joined the 21st century with a crazy man running amok armed with a rifle and a handgun. he was wearing a bathrobe and a balaclava when he did the dirty deed. you would think a crazy man walking around in a bathrobe and balaclava carrying a rifle would have attracted a bit of attention.

i doubt if quebec will ever leave canada. they receive over OVER 7 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR in equalization payments from ottawa. we anglos like the french about as much as they like us, not very much.



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