Wednesday, September 28

Looking good

While its wet cold and windy in these parts at the moment, the long-weekend forecast is somewhat cheery.

Synoptic situation
A deep low thirst, well south of the Bight Adelaide, is likely to settling in for the next few days. Gusts of hot air and bull-dust will ease as a refreshing cold front moves through.

Monday, September 26

RWDBs 'fat, homophobic'

This article is wrong in so many ways; validity for one. I've edited it slightly, but the effect remains the same.


By Saffron Howden (actually sourced from Australia Institute press page)
September 26, 2005

FORGET the ads that show fit, rugged, 30-something-year-olds. The reality is, RWDBs are often obese, aggressive, intolerant and aged in their 40s or 50s.

A new study has found that city RWDBs are less community minded than other drivers, less charitable, more likely to be homophobic and have a low opinion of indigenous culture.

The Australia Institute study has also found they are more likely to use force to get their way.

Based on a Roy Morgan Research survey in 2003-04 of 24,718 people aged 14 and over, the study found the typical city RWDB is a male in his forties or fifties in full-time work with a higher than average income.

The RWDBs are also far more likely than conventional bloggers to kill or maim other road users, they are less fuel efficient and they are resented by others.
Two thirds of these bloggers from the city are overweight or obese.

They also had a lower regard for the welfare system than the general population.
"While over half (57 per cent) of all Australians agree it is the government's duty to support those who cannot find work, only 42 per cent of RWDBs concur," the report's authors, Clive Hamilton and Claire Barbato, said.

"These bloggers tend to see themselves as rugged individualists who like physical activity.

"Perhaps with implications for how they think, they are more inclined to say they sometimes use force to get their way," the authors said.

The authors also say RWDBs are marketed as bold, tough and powerful, while the daily reality is that most are spend their time travelling to school, work and shops in metropolitan areas.

“This suggests that instead of relying on the social conscience of RWDBs to change, it would be more effective to use mandatory measures such as special
licences and high taxes.”


The unedited 'story' is here.

Here's the counter study

Lefties 'dirty, unkempt'
By Grinder

September 26, 2005

FORGET the images showing healthy clean left-wingers desperately trying to join the workforce and making a real contribution to society. The reality is, they are often dirty, poorly groomed, pretentious idealists.

A new study has found that suburban luvvies are less business minded than other people, are poor financial managers and have an inflated opinion of indigenous culture (and themselves).

The RWDB Institute study has also found Left-wingers are more likely to use whinging, whining, deceit and law breaking to get their way.

Based on a GrinderCom Research survey in 2005 of 2 people aged 18 and over, the study found the typical luvvies is a gender-non-specific, ugly, out of work with an unregistered 4 cylnder jap box on blocks in the front yard of their shared rental property.

The leftiess are also far more likely than conventional people to drive others to kill or maim and they like to think they are popular amongst others.

Two thirds of the people surveyed did not know how to use a razor and believed in the legalisation of hard-core drugs.

They also had a high dependence on the welfare system than the general population.
"While 57 per cent of all Australians agree it is the government's duty to support those who cannot find work, only 99 per cent of luvvies said “too right”, the report's author said.

"These people tend to see themselves as bastions of higher thinking ranked above the majority.
"Perhaps with implications for how they think, they are more inclined to say they sometimes use farce to get their way," the author said.

The author also claims Luvvies are purported as caring, passionate underdogs, while the daily reality is that most are spend their time sleeping in and travelling across the country to rallies for causes they have no attachment to.

“This suggests that instead of relying on the common sense of Lefties to change, it would be more effective to reduce welfare.”

Thursday, September 22

Corrupt state

Stand back because there’s some serious stuff happening here in the state better known for its acid dipped cuisine.

Adjourned to October, Christies Beach Magistrate’s Court will be hearing a case put forward by the Police Internal Investigation Branch against two Senior Constables from the neighbouring station.

The crime?

According to the local press (no link available), documents submitted to the court show the police social club is claiming $20.90 and $17 compensation from the officers. They have been charged with theft.

I am not going to republish their names.

There must be more to it. How could this have ended up in criminal court? Could internal disciplinary measures not handle a matter involving less than $40?

The integrity of a couple of cops flogging less dosh than it takes to buy a weekly bus ticket is hardly going to bring SAPOL into disrepute. The responsibilities and expectations placed on Joe Plod would blitz a bit of misdirected petty cash.

How much will it cost to train and replace another two police officers?
How many resources have been wasted on the internal investigation?

I’d like to know if this case is as pathetic as it first appears.

Back to work next week.

There’s a good way to measure how good a break has been – the pain of returning. I have feeling some good blogging is imminent.

Fortunately some heat beads and firelighters lay in readiness for the long weekend.

Tuesday, September 20

23 Things That Make You Feel Like Much More Of A Man

In the spirit of Posting not Forwarding...

1. OPENING JARS - nnng, she's struggling. You take it from her hands, open it effortlessly and pretend she loosened it for you. She didn't. Jars are men's work.

2. CALLING SOMEONE 'SON' - Especially policeman, but even saying it to kids makes you the man.

3. DOING A PROPER TACKLE - Another free kick for Scott West? A Barry Hall tackle is the pinnacle of the game, simultaneously winning the ball and crippling the man. Magic.

4. SHARPENING A PENCIL WITH A STANLEY KNIFE - Blunt, is it? Hand it here love. No, I don't need a sharpener, you think I can't whittle?

5. GOING TO THE TIP - A manly act which combines driving and lifting as you thrillingly drop your rubbish into another huge pile of other rubbish.

6. DRINKING UP - Specifically, rising from the table, slinging your coat on and downing two thirds of a pint in one fluid movement. Then nodding towards the door, saying, "Let's go," and striding out while everyone else struggles to catch up with you. God, you're hard.

7. HAVING A THIN BIT OF WOOD - in the shed, solely to stir paint with.

8. HAVING A SCAR - Ideally it'll be a facial knife wound, but even an iron burn on the wrist is good. "Ooh, did it hurt??" "Nahhhh."

9. HAVING A HANGOVER AND THICK STUBBLE - When sheilas have been partying they just whinge. You, on the other hand have physical evidence of your hardness, sprouting from your face. "Big night?" "Grrrrr, what does it look like?"

10. NODDING AT COPPERS - A moments eye contact is all it takes for you to share the unspoken bond. "We've not seen eye to eye in the past," it says, "but someone's got to keep the little scrotes in line".

11. USING POWER TOOLS - especially ones slightly more powerful than you need or can safely handle. Pneumatic drilling while smoking a fag? Superb.

12. KICKING A FOOTY AGAINST A GARAGE DOOR - Clang-g-g-g-g-g-! "How about that Stewy? I kick so hard I set off car alarms."

13. ARRIVING IN A PUB LATE... and everyone cheers you. It doesn't mean you're popular, it just means your mates are pissed. However, the rest of the pub doesn't know that.

14. NOT WATCHING YOUR WEIGHT - fat is a feminist issue, apparently. Brilliant. Pass the pork crackling.

15. CARVING THE ROAST - and saying "are you a leg or breast man" to the blokes and "do you want stuffing" to the women. Congratulations, you are now your dad.

16. WINKING - turns women to putty. Doesn't it?

17. TEST SWINGING HAMMERS - ideally, Mitre 10 would have little changing rooms with mirrors so you could see how rugged you look with any DIY item. Until then, we'll make do with the aisles.

18. TAKING OUT $600 FROM AN ATM - okay, so it's for paying the plumber later but with that much cash you feel like a mafia don. The only thing better is peeling notes off the roll later.

19. PHONE CALLS THAT LAST LESS THAN A MINUTE - unlike sheilas, we get straight to the point. "Alright? Yep. Drink? Wig and Pen it is then. Seven. See ya."

20. PARALLEL PARKING - bosh, straight in. First time. Can Schumacher do that? No, because his car's got no reverse gear which, technically, makes you the world's best driver.

21. HAVING EARNED THAT PINT - Since the dawn of time, men have toiled in the fields in blistering heat. Why? So, when it's over we can stand there in silence, surveying our work with one hand resting on the beer gut while the other nurses a foaming jug of ale. Aaaah.

22. HAVING SOMETHING PROPERLY WRONG WITH YOU - especially if you didn't make a fuss. "Why was I off? Oh nothing much, just a brain haemorrhage".

23. KNOWING WHICH SCREWDRIVER IS WHICH - "A Phillips? For that? Are you mad, woman?"


Thanks to 'Workplace Simon'

Monday, September 19

Top of the pops

Here's a link to America's ten most wanted. Err.... or was that eight?

Actually there are ten - on the follwoing linked page, but still a bit of a blooper?

Uncanny



One of these guys is a publicity-seeking opportunist; the other is an elusive polygamist sought by the FBI.

A lesson

In the Grinder’s view, there’s only one acceptable type of public affection – a passion for food. One's torrid relations with flavoursome fare would put the conquests of Brooke from Bold and the Beautiful to shame.

I am happy to admit that philandering with recipes and boasting of digestive conquests are a favourite pastime also, even at the workplace lunch table.

This is where some good advice wouldn’t go astray. Other people that share the confines of the office aren’t necessarily of the same ilk as you and I. You see there’s this thing called “diversity” which means some folk are queer.

When lunchtime conversation swings to favourite and interesting foods, beware. While those of us with more refined tastes savour the thought of deep fried dolphin in Coopers Ale batter, others will talk of less palatable fancies such as tofu, sea fungus, lentils and roo meat.

If anyone says “It tastes okay as long as you cook it the right way” you know you’re in trouble. If something requires 148 hours marination, strict cooking directions, an accompaniment of spices and an open mind, then I call it bull.

You’d hardly expect a new range of snack foods to appear on the shelves with lentil, tofu, chickpea, fish lip or vermin flavours. Beef, chicken, lamb, and pork products will always rule supreme. Oh and don’t forget the secondaries like cheese and bacon.

Saturday, September 17

On the run

Greetings from Sunraysia (or however they spell it).

The Grinder clan is enjoying a few days off in Mildura, and three days without web access is a long time. Fortunately the local internet cafe is open and well worth it's $4 an hour. The coffee it spot on - I'm missing my regular fresh coffee fix also.

It's too nice a day to stay in here, so I'll probably get back to it all Monday night.

Wednesday, September 14

Don't think about red elephants

This advert appeared in the local paper today,

“IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
It has been brought to our attention that a high profile customer of Virgin Mobile has had his private number leaked on the internet. We strongly advise our customers to refrain from calling Mr Donovan.”

So summonsing the mighty powers of Google brought light to the subject,



Lifted from here.

and my next thought too…

comes from the same site.


How better could you fix an invasion of privacy than by placing national ads asking people not to pry?

A few of my favourite things

Beef, sugar, flavourings, salt, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, maltodextrin, hydrolysed corn starch, sodium erythorbate, sodium nitrate, potassium sorbate.

All in a 96% fat free and “guilt-free” snack.

Too good to be true? Apparently not.



I waiting for the 200g sized pack to hit the market.

Like they say, “If you haven’t tried our snacks, you don’t know Jack.”

Monday, September 12

Standby

I’ll be watching the media and all those who stood up for Hookes for their apologies to Zdravko Micevic. The stream of idiots who ran to the defence of this sporting thug should hang their heads in shame.

I will agree on one thing though – it’s poor justice. Mr Micevic deserves the apology.

Saturday, September 10

Whittle update

While slowly progressing through the feast of Bill's essay I pause especially to enjoy this,

"so obvious, so simple and so self-evident that there is no way the deep thinkers of the far left will possibly be able to see it."

Proof

Not only a word on the bottle before me, but a word that comes to mind when referring to Bill Whittle's latest. Proof that good blogs can take their time and reap the benefits of true quality.

I haven't finished reading the lengthy September 5 posting yet, but like always, its no doubt going to be worth the time.

And a word from our sponsors

Tonight’s posts are brought to you by the bottle of goodness that has been overlooked almost as much as this website.

Quiz time

A dusty few days on the roadside observing a number of authorities doing over passing motorists, I learnt about two brothers; Pat and Fat. Pat always drives away with a warning and a friendly wave whereas Fat faces a barrage of scrutiny and after much lost time limps away with a plethora of fines and pending legal action.

You wont learn about Pat and Fat using Google, in fact it is an effective but obscure way to find a fatty boombah’s delights worth of greasy recipes seeking reprieve with a piece of paper towel.

Blogroll

Blogging has had to take a back seat of late, more so has the blog roll - I think it's been riding in the boot next to the dead bodies I've acumulated and yet to dispose of.

Any who, welcome to Lord Jack Walker of Campong Corner, RIP Arc of Reason, Umbrageousmanifesto and Vox Felisi.