This really beggars belief. Anybody with the slightest knowledge or understanding of road safety issues would surely recognise that one should keep ones eyes on the road when driving. Apparently not so in the village of Copley where a bunch of wankers calling themselves road safety campaigners seem to think that it is a really bright idea to erect roadside posters that distract drivers warning them - wait for it - not to be distracted whilst driving.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/motoring/news/8004255/Road-safety-sign-could-cause-accidents.html
If anybody can explain this perverted logic I would love to hear from them.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Pope rips off Britain
This week sees the UK visit of His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI at a cost to the taxpayer that is likely to reach ~£15 million. But it seems that the only people who are really bothered are the BBC. Apparently one event at Coventry airport was designed to cater for 200,000 people but this has been scaled down to 50,000 and tickets are reportedly being given away to schoolchildren due to lack of interest. Well, I say tickets; they are officially known as "pilgim passes" - what is that all about FFS? And who would pay £25 to listen to some bloody old fool spouting a load of outdated bollocks with no relevance to modern society.
During his visit the Holy Father is expected to reiterate his homophobia and once again urge true Christians to do some more breeding so we do not get over-run by Muslims and all turn black. This will be great for promoting racial and religious tolerance in our land. He will probably once again denounce condoms as the work of Satan which virtually amounts to genocide when one considers the spread of HIV/AIDS in Africa due to unprotected sex. He will no doubt continue to ignore the issue of child abuse in the RC Church and conveniently forget about his membership of the Hitler Youth.
Meanwhile, his entourage are being put up, at taxpayers' expense, in five star hotels costing over £1000 per night and are even being given £150 of our money as daily spending allowances. What the hell is that all about? Do they need to buy Union flags to wave or I LOVE London T-shirts? Whatever happened to the traditional vow of poverty from these holy men?
Is this the greatest rip-off ever by the Vatican, which, lest we forget, is one of the richest states on the planet with untold wealth in its vaults.
But let us return to the BBC. As TV licence fees have soared above inflation the grossly over-paid DG, Mark Thompson, has assigned an estimated 400 staff to live coverage of the visit despite the fact that most events will occur when most honest folks will be at work and the rest of the rabble who probably don't pay licence fees anyway will be watching Jeremy Kyle.
This whole pantomime is the greatest con trick ever perpetrated on the British taxpayer.
During his visit the Holy Father is expected to reiterate his homophobia and once again urge true Christians to do some more breeding so we do not get over-run by Muslims and all turn black. This will be great for promoting racial and religious tolerance in our land. He will probably once again denounce condoms as the work of Satan which virtually amounts to genocide when one considers the spread of HIV/AIDS in Africa due to unprotected sex. He will no doubt continue to ignore the issue of child abuse in the RC Church and conveniently forget about his membership of the Hitler Youth.
Meanwhile, his entourage are being put up, at taxpayers' expense, in five star hotels costing over £1000 per night and are even being given £150 of our money as daily spending allowances. What the hell is that all about? Do they need to buy Union flags to wave or I LOVE London T-shirts? Whatever happened to the traditional vow of poverty from these holy men?
Is this the greatest rip-off ever by the Vatican, which, lest we forget, is one of the richest states on the planet with untold wealth in its vaults.
But let us return to the BBC. As TV licence fees have soared above inflation the grossly over-paid DG, Mark Thompson, has assigned an estimated 400 staff to live coverage of the visit despite the fact that most events will occur when most honest folks will be at work and the rest of the rabble who probably don't pay licence fees anyway will be watching Jeremy Kyle.
This whole pantomime is the greatest con trick ever perpetrated on the British taxpayer.
Why it's obvious that God is British
In a week when we have a Floridan nutcase preacher with a massive congregation of, er, well, say two dozen, who wants to start another Jihad by burning copies of the Koran, AutoRant reflects that it is clearly obvious that God is British.
For a start, you do not shit in your own back yard. This is why Britain doesn't have tsunamis or earthquakes (well apart from a few rumblings in the Midlands in order to keep the Brummies on their toes) and why He makes volcanoes in Eyjafjallajökull to teach the Icelanders a lesson for nicking our cod and threatening our chip shops in Whitby. Because God invented fish and chips for His Great British people and just gave the French some snails and frog's legs.
It explains why we have a green and pleasant land inhabited by fluffy bunnies whereas Muslims have to live in the desert with scorpions and why they cannot have beer or bacon sandwiches. Because God made those for the British, His own people.
God gave Britain Pink Floyd, Her Majesty the Queen and Doctor Who and the Yanks had to put up with second best in the form of Michael Jackson, George Bush and The Simpsons.
And of course God created the Red Arrows for Britain whilst the Americans had to make do with that midget Tom Cruise in Top Gun.
The evidence is clearly irrefutable.
For a start, you do not shit in your own back yard. This is why Britain doesn't have tsunamis or earthquakes (well apart from a few rumblings in the Midlands in order to keep the Brummies on their toes) and why He makes volcanoes in Eyjafjallajökull to teach the Icelanders a lesson for nicking our cod and threatening our chip shops in Whitby. Because God invented fish and chips for His Great British people and just gave the French some snails and frog's legs.
It explains why we have a green and pleasant land inhabited by fluffy bunnies whereas Muslims have to live in the desert with scorpions and why they cannot have beer or bacon sandwiches. Because God made those for the British, His own people.
God gave Britain Pink Floyd, Her Majesty the Queen and Doctor Who and the Yanks had to put up with second best in the form of Michael Jackson, George Bush and The Simpsons.
And of course God created the Red Arrows for Britain whilst the Americans had to make do with that midget Tom Cruise in Top Gun.
The evidence is clearly irrefutable.
Footballers
There was a time when footballers appeared on the back pages of our newspapers and could thus be relatively easily avoided. Now it seems they pervade half the British press with their increasingly bizarre antics.
It wasn't that long ago that we had to endure pages of newsprint devoted to the breakdown of the Cole's marriage, as if we were interested. This was followed by lurid details of Peter Crouch (the one who needs clearance from air traffic control before he can jump for a header) and his carry on with a prostitute and now we have to suffer the same nonsense from Mr & Mrs Rooney. As if anybody really cares.
You would also think that anybody being paid £100 grand per week wouldn't really need to do any moonlighting to earn a bit of pin money but apparently they do so we have Ronaldo modelling knickers and Beckham selling cheap scent.
The problem with all this extra-curricular activity is that it seems to leave little time for actually playing or practicing any football which could explain why England are rubbish.
So AutoRant's suggestion is this: stop messing about, guys, and do what you are paid millions to do and get a bit of practice in because God knows you need it.
I suppose it might also help if the team had a manager who spoke more than two words of English ("millions" and "pounds") but I suppose we should be grateful that at least he only has five fingers to count on when negotiating his salary or the FA really would have financial problems.
It wasn't that long ago that we had to endure pages of newsprint devoted to the breakdown of the Cole's marriage, as if we were interested. This was followed by lurid details of Peter Crouch (the one who needs clearance from air traffic control before he can jump for a header) and his carry on with a prostitute and now we have to suffer the same nonsense from Mr & Mrs Rooney. As if anybody really cares.
You would also think that anybody being paid £100 grand per week wouldn't really need to do any moonlighting to earn a bit of pin money but apparently they do so we have Ronaldo modelling knickers and Beckham selling cheap scent.
The problem with all this extra-curricular activity is that it seems to leave little time for actually playing or practicing any football which could explain why England are rubbish.
So AutoRant's suggestion is this: stop messing about, guys, and do what you are paid millions to do and get a bit of practice in because God knows you need it.
I suppose it might also help if the team had a manager who spoke more than two words of English ("millions" and "pounds") but I suppose we should be grateful that at least he only has five fingers to count on when negotiating his salary or the FA really would have financial problems.
AutoRant's New Blog
Well, my good "friends" at VOX have decided to close down. They did offer to port my previous ramblings to something called TypePad but this proved quite impenetrable. Judging by other comments on there I am not the only one who was baffled by this.
So here I am on Google where I shall attempt to share my random and usually irreverent observations on the crazy world in which we live with anybody who has bugger all better to do than read them.
I will no doubt continue to manage to offend somebody, somewhere with my posts so if you are a reader of the Mail please feel free to express your outrage but if you don't take things too seriously (especially yourself) I hope you might be vaguely amused or you may just like to follow me out of morbid curiosity.
So here I am on Google where I shall attempt to share my random and usually irreverent observations on the crazy world in which we live with anybody who has bugger all better to do than read them.
I will no doubt continue to manage to offend somebody, somewhere with my posts so if you are a reader of the Mail please feel free to express your outrage but if you don't take things too seriously (especially yourself) I hope you might be vaguely amused or you may just like to follow me out of morbid curiosity.
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