Where can I get great, free photos online?
Unsplash.com
Google images is nice, but there could be licensing restrictions. In other words, you might be stealing someone else’s work.
With Unspalsh, this is not the case. They have free photos to use.
Their moto:
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I use them for this site. Check them out and give them some love.
Cheers.
The past weekend, I met up for a coffee with a new friend who is fresh off the boat or shall I say plane, from America. A fellow Californian, my new friend has been here three weeks.
He asked me candidly:
“bro, where can I get a good burrito?”
“Well, sadly mate, your options are limited.”
The best place I have found is: Guzman and Gomez (Link with locations). Make sure to get extra meat to feel completely satisfied.
Please, whatever you do, do not go to Zambrero (other review here)
Also, good salsa is lacking everywhere in Australia. You will have to make due with watery smoky hot sauce.
Mexican outside of Sydney:
The best mexican restaurant that I have been to in Australia is hands down:
La Hacienda 101 in Emerald Beach, NSW. About 20-30 minutes north of Coffs Harbour.
Website link
Anyone have other good mexican options? Please let me know in the comments or contact me.
Cheers. Or excuse me. . . Salud!!
At the inspiration of this post, I took a photo every morning at sunrise from the same location and I wrote a poem every morning in July 2018.
Well, it ended up not being every day, but I got to some level of consistency for four weeks. I skipped a few days in the beginning and some days I wrote more than one poem.
“Poem” is a term I use lightly, however google says a Poem is: a piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery.
Given the above I did try to express my feelings so I guess they qualify as poems.
Enjoy.
What I learned by taking a photo and writing everyday
Forced routine.
I made myself get up every morning by sunrise so I could capture the picture. No second chances each day to see the sunrise. Not sure if it is forced, but internally I knew I had to get up.
Reverted to old patterns after.
I have not been as disciplined lately. Since I finished my goal I have not witnessed the sunrise once in August. I got lazy. So I will need to start a new creative side project to keep my brain going
Writing is fun. I am an Amateur
Writing a ‘poem’ is fun. I realize I am an amateur. However it is fun to try something new with no expectations. If I set aside the fear, then its all good.
I am also a shitty photographer and lazy and doing the editing, but the concept was good in my mind.
I tried to take the photo from the same spot every day.
Here are the photos.
Daily Poems:
These express my mood at the time of writing. I do feel I am exposing myself, but I will express them anyway. There were a couple days I was overwhelmed by the cockatoos (@ 0:16 seconds in above photos).
Birds and the temperature were common poem themes. I tried to write about my mood, but probably did not want to expose myself; out of fear.
But I present them to you now as written.
Wednesday. June 27, 2018
Excitement. Distractions.
Slight rain shower with the sunrise
Brings full rainbow over Sydney
across over to Paddington
Now double rainbow
what does it mean?
Thursday 28 June 2018
Day weeks months years
fly by
still same sound of bus
sun rises and falls
clouds damp cold
all passes away
enjoy
enjoy
enjoy
as all passes away
Friday, June 29, 2018
Back on track.
Up earlier.
Saw the sunrise.
What a blessing.
Clear crisp skies.
Life is a gift.
Fridays make everything brighter.
Sunrise is orange.
Sky is blue.
Buildings block the sunrise.
Cocksuckers.
Monday July 2, 2018
New financial year.
A bit worried.
But why?
We have an amazing team.
Plus being looked after!
What have I got to worry about?
What a time to be alive.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Damp table.
Cloudy skies.
Slight orange but not much.
Sun is tired and hiding in the covers of the clouds.
Wake up you lazy sack of shit.
:-).
Today will still be a good day.
Wednesday Fourth of July 2018
Distracted.
World Cup, stock quotes, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.
Too many distractions.
The awesome power of the sun is rising in front of me but I am looking at the screen.
Fake, falls, trash.
Get back to
LIFE .
#2
Sunrise. Planes.
Put away the phone.
enjoy the moment
is this real life?
Enjoy Gods creation
not man’s distraction
Thursday, July 5, 2018
#1
Tired sore sick.
Vomiting overnight.
Twice.
I ate too much?
Throw up.
Ralph.
Mr. bucket.
Reminder to slow it down.
Take it easy.
#2
Fog.
I can still see my breath.
So it is still cold.
the high is to be over 20 Celsius today.
but still winter.
I am cold, sore, tired.
Help.
We have got this.
Friday, July 6, 2018
#1
Friday.
Joyous. Happy. Better.
Why?
I should have this on all days.
Guilt of childhood?
Guilt of parents?
God?
I don’t know.
But I am a good slave.
Set me free
#2
Warmer today.
No clouds.
Sunrise.
Clear skies.
Wind.
No birds.
Orange/yellow over the harbor cracking day
Saturday, July 7 2018
Birds so many.
So many Birds.
We’re under attack!!!
LOL.
But seriously.
you guys. Scare me.
Leave, maybe, OK?
Come on I want the space.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
#1
Cold and tired.
Why do I do this?
#2
Get up so early.
I am tired
at least the birds shut up.
All for the sunrise?
Well enjoy it then.
Birds so many birds.
They’ve ruined the early morning peace
like fuck them all
kill them all
waking up angry ain’t going to make a good day
Monday, July 9 2018
Suns up.
No birds
back to quiet
“why don’t you feed the birds? Says a friend
What? And Start a riot?
Cold air
tired
alive
Tuesday, July 10 2018
#1
Cold. Burr.
Gloves on. Stillness now
the magpie versus the parakeet. The magpies is victorious.
The result is quiet
but now I am lonely.
Where are my Angry Birds ?
the bird army is gone
#2
Cold angry windy
it’s going to be OK
the sun rose again
we can get through this
nothing is too hard
life is beautiful
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Just the tip.
The sunrise over the top of the buildings.
Helicopter off in the distance.
peace.
No words.
warmth of the sun on my face.
Hands in gloves.
Cold, brisk, outside.
Stillness.
Calm.
Breath.
Breathe.
Slow.
Take it slow.
I have what I need.
Focus.
Release.
The bad energy is removed.
Love, positivity joy.
What a time to be alive.
Thursday 12 July 2018
#1
Days flyby.
Passed mid week.
Past mid year.
Passed mid life?
Nah.
Today’s a new day.
What’s next?
Faith like a child.
Open mind and open heart.
Love.
What could be Better?
The Poms lost.
There is a God.
Kidding.
But happy days.
Gandhi mate.
#2
re-reading all journals.
Nobody cares
but that is freedom
life goes on
Live today well
Sun
clear skies
no birds
sirens dogs
life goes on
wind breath air bus garbage trucks still bloody sirens
maybe someone’s life doesn’t go on?
But today is here and I’ve got that.
Friday July 13, 2018
Plane goes by
must be 7:15 AM
call there
where all the birds there today?
scare them off
at least it is Friday
my mood is better on Fridays
just living for the weekend?
still
nurse called
breathe
enjoy the moment.
Sunday, July 15, 2018.
#1
Fuck it is cold.
Deep breath‘s.
Slow me down.
The bird Army has departed one. Two. Three.
Hands I can barely feel.
now the sunrises enough to see
but feel it once I do not.
Tea is cold
#2
Sunrise
stillness and quiet.
Only sound is a fan on the roof
20 minutes ago not the case
the bird army was approaching from east now off to the west.
Monday, July 16, 2018
soccer overnight.
I didn’t watch as it’s un American.
The frogs won.
But what am I.
Words matter.
Why angry?
We are number one.
We are number one.
We are number one.
Actually maybe not?
Oh. OK then.
But that is still amazing
we’re just here
we’re number?
Number who cares
Tuesday, July 17. 2018
#1
Stillness.
No birds today.
Just the chirps of the ones a far.
The sun shows himself.
and now hides behind the buildings.
clear day.
Great day
As I am alive.
What is there to worry about?
#2
Slow the breath down.
Stillness.
enjoy the quiet time.
Quiet.
Peace.
Calmness
quite a difference
feels weird.
Like I need the chaos of the yellow mohawks cockatoos.
But just me to enjoy.
The 7:10 AM plane cruises by.
Enjoy the moment.
Oh there it is.
Loud noises
Sydney drivers.
Horn
beep
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
#1
Fuck off man!
Annoying little cunts.
This is my space.
Really?
Is it?
Share. Birdman.
Feed them and make friends.
Too many birds.
Bambi?
WTF.
Insanity.
It’s all a joke.
#2
Foggy day.
Or is it smog?
Doesn’t matter.
The sun is blurred.
Finally a bit of peace.
Craaaaacccckkkk
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Why the Anger?
They live here
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Wow.
Sound of boat horn today.
Sun is waking up earlier.
Good to get more time.
Just the small birds today.
Peace and stillness.
Except for this soreness in my side. What did I do?
Sleep funny?
I don’t know.
But today is a new day
Friday, July 20, 2018
#1
No wind.
No birds.
One plane!
Erie.
Warmer.
Humid.
My head feels humid.
Wake up to life.
The clouds are from the west
the sun is from the east
flat.
Tired.
Blah
but it is Friday.
#2
The sunrises.
The clouds approach.
A great battle to occur soon?
If so then I need an umbrella
#3
feeling better.
Enjoy the ride
oh yeah
Brazilians love the ride
boom boom.
🙂
Almost there
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Hurry hurry hurry.
that’s how I feel.
It’s the weekend.
And I just want to chill
why do I over planned?
I am more relaxed today
work sucks
sun still rises
but he’s waking up early
puts more discipline on me
when I just want to be lazy
Mate. Too easy
go go go
no
slow
slow
slow
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Sun still rises.
Happy days.
Lazy.
Bad lazy habits creeping in.
Stay positive.
This too shall pass.
July air.
Cold brisk fresh biting
this is not July
it is winter
clown world down under
rumbling of is only sound
no birds
a dogs bark
take it all in
and enjoy
the silence
be true
be a man
#2
Sunday morning coming down.
Johnny Cash.
All great art is stolen stone is that true?
I am a copy
as I am an amateur
but the man in black was a man
he was original
true
timeless
he was no copy
Authentic
I want that.
Authentic
Monday, July 23, 2018
Mondays.
Not the best day.
But great days when I hear from friends.
Clear cloudless sky
like Southern California.
But colder and no smog.
Tinder is a waste of time.
Planes go by
is tinder that’s a waste or me? Doesn’t matter
I got the roof
and it’s great
thank you
Tuesday July 24, 2018
Feeling down and low
overnight and now
But its a new day
so you say
the sun is up
don’t be a chump
tired and sad
get more sleep
and get rid of the bad
you only have one life
Wednesday. July 25 2018
#1
Fuck this
Tired
Angry
Lonely?
Just a lack of sleep
its all pointless and doesn’t matter
Fuck this
Why go to work?
the man brings me down
but we’re all in the same situation
“She’s a cunt”
🙂
what a great country
Business meetings use Cunt
Life is good.
#2
Tired. Angry. Lonely.
Sad
More tired.
So get more sleep
Get rid of the bullshit
It’s all a distraction.
No
No
No
I don’t want to do your bullshit
No
No
No
Leave me alone
This is my side
Stay over there
Leave me alone
Go away
No
No
No
And you wonder why you’re alone?
Friday July 26, 2018
#1
Slow me down
Two planes in two minutes
Birds in distance
Brain is spinning
Same same
But different day
Foggy mind
Clear and beautiful day
Sun up
So you get up
The world won’t stop for you
Life is all around
Get out and live
#2
Tired but alive.
Happier today
Because of Friday
But shouldn’t be
Why not everyday?
Wind smoke fire
Birds
Life is better on Friday
What a joke
Prisons
Mental prison
I live in a mental prison
FREEDOM
FREEDOM
run for your life!
Get out of jail.
Your life depends on it
Slow down and breathe
The sun is up and alive
So must I be
Thanks for reading.
Overpriced and underwhelming. Once I got my burrito I questioned: Where is the rest of the food?
I grew up in Southern California. The land of Mexican food. A state that might as well b ea part of Mexcio. A mantra in Southern California is to not trust Mexican food made by white people. At Zambrero, there are only white people. I should have know upon entering. Also, the place does not even have salt and pepper. Come on guys.
Salud.
Rejection Hurts.
Shot through the heart. And you’re to blame. Darlin’, you give love a bad name. (Stolen from Bon Jovi)
I am not wanted. I am not good enough.
Thanks for coming by though!
Will you accept this rose?
My dreams of becoming a reality TV sensation will have to wait. After today’s audition for season 4 of the Bachelorette; Australian version. I do feel a bit used, rejected and hurt. Like a one night stand kicked out the next morning: “urgh.. I have to get to work… are you going to go?” Dirty, used, unwanted.
I couldn’t make the show given my work schedule, but I still feel rejected and hurt. I went in with pre-rejection of them and I still got rejected. It was fun to experience how TV operates.
Therefore, I write now to reflect on the lessons learned, for both myself and the reader.
Lessons Learned. (in no particular order)
Casting is not on time.
The casting started at noon when we were to be there at 11am. Group audition with about 20 guys during my session. About 20 others before at the 9am and another 20 guys at 1pm session.
Group Audition.
Looks matter or Own your style.
We were told to dress like it was a first date. I wore slacks and a nice button down, pink shirt. No suit or coat though. Maybe a mistake. Others looked better with coats and suits. but this is Australia, so the style is more casual. others were in jeans and t shirts. they didn’t move on though. Be true to your style. The guy with the Fabio look got through because that was his style. Amazing hair and all black clothes. The women producers were all over him.
Australia is racist.
The five that went through (of the 20 of my group) were of the Australian stereotype: White.
The token American (yours truly) and the couple Indians thrown in for diversity measures… no thanks.
Attitude matters.
The guys who moved on generally had a Zero F#cks given type of attitude.
Confidence is key.
Speak up.
This is probably a general life lesson too. Those that spoke up and got more time in front of the casting producer, got better results. Don’t be afraid to speak up.
What I can do better to improve:
Learn public speaking.
Get out more.
Know that no one cares. Being an American in Australia, I have some internal fears and internal dialogues whenever I open my mouth. I need to know that there will be judgement and move on.
Be ok with failure. Like Wayne Gretzky says, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
Let’s not sit on the sidelines. Time to enjoy life and Move on.
Overall it was fun and good learning experience. But for now, I am like Cartman in South Park: “Screw you guys I’m going home.”
Thanks for reading.
Out of pure selfishness more than any desire to help others, I decided to finally give blood.
I read this blog (link) and the author notes giving blood is noted as to deplete iron in the body which is shown to be good. He has a much better written article detailing the benefits of donating blood at this Link.
But there are also social benefits of donating, which the red cross notes every blood donation can help save three lives. So on March 5 at 12:30pm I donated my first time at the Sydney Hunter Street Donation Centre.
The whole process took about an hour including filling out the initial paper questionnaire, the in person interview asking more probing questions on the answers I gave and the actual blood donation. The best part is after donating you get a milkshake and cookies!
Best day ever! What a time to be alive!
Process
Upon entering, I was greeted by a friendly receptionist, given some forms to fill out and told to drink some more water. Everyone was very nice. News was on but no volume. Which I personally think is great as I don’t want to listen to the news. I can read the closed caption
Very Very nice and clean offices. Less than 6 months old as they moved there in October 2017.
After turning in my forms, I then a nurse took me to an interview room to ask some more questions about my eligibility and health. During the interview the nurse took my blood pressure and tested my haemoglobin.
“your haemoglobin is fine.”
“Great, how did you know that? Just by the color?”
“No we have this little machine that tests it and it is really quick. Most people are surprised how fast it is because the one we used to have was a lot slower.”
I had travelled to Thailand in October so that was going to require an additional test the nurse said on my blood to ensure I did not have exposure to Malaria.
More fear than anything that has kept me from donating blood. But, I felt that I was just sit ting back in a comfy chair and mediating for a bit. Watch the news if you want.
“How long does it take?”
“Once the needle is in; less than fifteen minutes.”
I Sat down at about 12:40pm in the chair.
Squeeze the stress ball type stick thing periodically during the blood letting process.
I had to stay an extra ten minutes after the blood bag was full as it was my first time and they wanted to check on me. So I left my super comfortable reclining chair at 1:10pm. And was off to the snack area. Biscuits (Australian word for cookies / crackers) and Milkshake if you want one, Chocolates, cheese and crackers, pretzels, juice, tea, coffee, sausage rolls!
The one thing that was a bit odd was the nurse asked my name and date of birth about 6-7 times in total. At first I thought it was to ensure they had the right person, but I think that it is to make sure that I know I am the right person and not about to pass out.
I write this post the day after and I feel fine. I even went to the gym at lunch today so I would say that my energy level is about back to normal.
To use the local lingo: “Give it a go.”
You will save three lives and get some cookies!
Treat yourself and save lives!
More information here:
USA
Go Fund Me Does Not Support Democracy.
Note: Post updated one week after original post. Original Post left as is below with the update noted at very bottom of post.
I started a campaign about 24 hours ago entitled “Go Fund the Wall. Build the Wall” (read about it here at previous blog post) and it has been a wild, fun and entertaining 24 hours since that post. But, the only one who seems to enjoy the post is me.
Sadly, My campaign post page to build the wall has been taken down:
It started this morning (my time) when I received the below email:
My well written and actionable response:
Denied. Rejected.
Multiple friends called my campaign A “brilliant” idea. But alas, my brilliant idea was stomped on by paramilitary keyboard warriors at the Redwood City, California Headquarters of Go Fund Me.
I also have been banned from Go Fund Me:
Like a one night stand gone bad, Go Fund Me has kicked me to the street at 3:30am on a rainy Saturday night/Sunday morning without my shoes and half my clothes to try to stagger my way home.
I feel a bit hurt. I would like a call or text the next day. Or at least a hug and some breakfast before I am kicked out the back door so the neighbors won’t see me. “Come on, just let me stay over, I’ll be gone before your roommates are up, I promise!”
I feel used. Pumped and dumped. Hit it and quit it.
But I do take a bit of pride in my ability to get banned immediately.
The one donation I received will also be refunded:
Lessons learned:
Save your work. This is a freshman year lesson that I failed to heed. I had a great, (obviously my own opinion) well written post. But I wrote it directly in the Go Fund Me site and did not save it elsewhere.
Sadly the only part saved from my original post is this screen shot:
Creativity is not appreciated. Come on Go Fund Me (and anyone else reading), I thought this was hilarious and good fun.
I even put the category as “Community and Neighbors” 🙂 haha!
Oh well, back to fascism and hate for the rest world. I tried to help. I’ll catch you guys poolside!
I contacted Go Fund Me support and after some back and forth, I was able to reinstate my account. So the ban noted above was an exaggeration. I have yet to start a new campaign, however I can log in and no longer receive the “digital wall.” Thanks!
It seems that no one wants to front up and pay for the much hyped and promised for wall during the presidential campaign of Donald Trump (LINK). Mexico was supposed to pay for the wall and now they don’t want to. In Mexico’s defense, I don’t think they ever really wanted to pay for it.
Here’s my idea: Let’s let those that voted now put their money where their mouth is. Pay for your precious wall!
CNN estimates a cost of 10.5 Billion dollars. $10,560,000,000! (link and it is not just a U.S. Problem)
So 10.5 Billion dollars needed
With 62,979,636 voting for trump (Link from this guy)
The result is that trump voters will to pay:
$168 each Trump Voter to fund the wall.
Cheaper than a shopping trip to Walmart.
To assist with the process, I started a Go Fund Me Campaign (and my first one too!! Yay!!)
Much more detailed funding campaign specific information on the Go Fund Me page.
Link:
https://www.gofundme.com/go-fund-the-wall-build-the-wall
Donate now to protect the border and the freedom of people of the United States of America.
I received an e-mail from Go Fund Me that they do not like the post and it needs updates:
“You’ve received this email because your campaign did not include the following information in your story:
1. A clear explanation of how you know the beneficiaries.
2. A clear plan on how you intend to deliver your donations.”
So I made the below changes to my campaign page. Let’s hope it gets back up soon!
Any suggestions are welcomed to get this needed Go Fund Me Page up!
I will answer the above now:
1. I know the beneficiaries as I myself am a U.S. Citizen and will benefit from the building of the wall. I personally know thousands of U.S. Citizens from just living my life. Everyone else in the U.S. is a beneficiary from everyone I know to those who will benefit by just being a citizen. As a result, the entire U.S. Population will benefit from this necessary and worthwhile Go Fund Me Campaign.
2. I will deliver the donations through a check made payable to the United States Government delivered by certified mail to President Trump at:
President Trump
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington, DC 20500
An overdue article on the differences of living down under; Australia! I have been in Australia 9 months now. As an American living and working in Sydney Australia, there are surprising quite a few cultural differences. There’s always the first two questions of
But alas, someone else had my idea of summarizing the cultural differences in Australia with an article titled: 24 things expats find surprising about Australian working culture. (Link. Tip: if the link does not work as AFR may block you, just google the article title and click in that way. Works for me when I don’t want to pay for the articles!)
Very timely article for me as I am feeling a bit out of place in Australia and some of my favorites or the ones I relate to the most:
The Dance (#1 in the above referenced article).
Just at the bank today.
Teller: “What do you think of your new president?”
Me: “ Ahh, none of your business.”
Come on bro, This is no bank related. plus I DON’T CARE!! Just fix my credit card you fools! Ergh.
Or a separate example. At the copy shop yesterday to get a report bound for work. The receptionist started to chat to the customer about ‘the tennis” (in reference to the Australian Open of Tennis played in Melbourne) before getting the order down for the copy request.
Everyone assumes you know what they are talking about. A lot more assumptions. Maybe because everyone tends to be on the same page more in Australia and less dissenting opinions?
The Slang (12 in article)
Example that I heard within my first week at my job:
“Why don’t you update the spready to put it in the pack for the preso this arvo?”
WTF?? especially to this American. But translated to ‘merican English:
Please update the spreadsheet to put it into the power point for the presentation this afternoon.
Or “That’s all right” used instead of “You’re Welcome” In America. After someone else says thank you. This still catches me off guard. As in that aussies are not used to being thanked? Americans probably say ‘thank you’ more often that we should and definitely more often that Australian’s (see # aaaa about being direct in the linked article above). Directness.
Won’t be long.
This is used everywhere from the coffee shop to the copy shop. To signify. Please wait. As in I have no idea how long this will take, but not “Long” quite a cop out, face saving tactic.
Next waiting.
Called out by the teller at the checkout counter. Theoretically makes sense. But in the states we just say “next”.
Coffee (22 in article)
Everyone likes coffee and wants to go for a coffee. And everyone has their own special spot they have to go to for coffee. Aussies are mad (aussie term for crazy) about their coffee and think it is the best. But, it is not. All it is is milky caffeine.
Flat whites are the rage here. But come on, they’re Just espresso with heaps (aussie slang for lots) of milk. Latte. Same thing. Espresso with milk.
Where is the flavour? I need a cup of joe! Brewed coffee!!
No coffee at work. Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration. There is coffee in the office, but it is all Nescafe instant coffee. Tastes like drinking hot dirt.
But the worst is alll the coffee shops close at like 4 or 5pm. Why no late night coffee shops? I guess because of the big drinking culture in ‘Straya. Starbucks may get a bad rap down here, but at least it is open late and you can hang out and do work.
I am curious where all the students do their late night studies if the coffee shops are closed? Just a thought.
My own contributions:
Late Lunch
Lunches don’t start until after 1pm. I would be back by 1pm in the U.S.! No biggie, just different. Also, lots of people eat breakfast as work (Mainly toast or cereal). I think more people eat breakfast at home before work in the States. Again, just a difference.
The Weather
As a Souther California native, I find the weather in Sydney a bit bipolar. Just yesterday morning it was over 85 degrees F (35 C) and humid. A very sticky, icky day. Now it is 72 F (22C) WTF! Why the sudden change. If are moving from New York, Sydney is probably going to be awesome. But for a spoiled Southern California guy, the humidity is a killer. I am drenched in sweat before I even sit down to my desk at work in the morning!
Make sure to have an umbrella as it showers here. California just gets storms and you get like a 3 day warning something is coming. Not so in Sydney.
Anyway, Good on ya mate for reading!
Cheers and G’day!
Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.
What a great freaking weekend!! Pink pussy all over the television. Granted, mostly hats. I just want to write about pussy. And what a great excuse!!
I have not written anything on this site in ages and this post sure won’t make friends. Purely out of fear of what people will think, I have not posted. And this will probably piss anyone off who reads it. But here goes anyway.
So, a warning to cover my ass and give me an excuse to carry on, some pure drivel follows.
Everything on Facebook the past few days is about pussy! How amazing. Pink pussy. Old Pussy. Young Pussy. Tight Pussy. Wet Pussy (with reference to the California flooding) Even male pussy:
All because the 45th president of the United States is not a woman. Dare I even mention his name?
Donald J. Trump.
And this bloke who is now the president of the U.S.A said some stuff people don’t like.
Before it becomes outlawed for a man to say pussy, or before I completely disowned by everyone I know, I would like to have some fun writing about Pussy too!
You see, I now live in Australia. 10,000 miles from current events in ‘Murcia. I am a bit isolated from happenings on the mainland. Hell, I gave my homeland a giant Fuck You 9 months ago when I got up and left to move halfway across the world.
But in my honest opinion, I don’t think the Pink Pussy Hat Women’s March pushed the edges far enough. Should have taken the tone of the guys from south park or NOFX and really pushed the envelope.
Something like the Bleeding Vagina March?
Or the Crusty Cunt March.
Did you know that there are over 140 ways to say pussy, (according to this site)? Could have had so many signs!
Like George Carlin Says, You can’t say Cunt in America (link). But guess what!? You can in Australia!!
Cunt is a sacred Aussie Word. A term of endearment between good mates (friends) and used to signify friendships as in:
“he’s a good cunt.” (said with all the utmost positivity) (for those who are unsure a simple google search will backup my claims)
But Cunt can also signify distaste, like the more common usage in America.
As in: “he’s a fucking cunt”(said with disgust)
Notice how cunt is used referring to a male in the above examples. There is no regard for gender with the Australian usage of the word cunt. Where in the U.S it is only used for females (think of how El Presidente Donald might refer to Hillary).
Now, keeping the above in mind and to bridge the gapping, spreading wide gap that would be a hotdog in a hallway of all this recent bi-partisan shenanigans, about the new president, Donald J. Trump,
I made a Haiku:
Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt
Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt
Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt
The best part is that the above Haiku can be both positive (based on the Australia way of saying Cunt) or Negative (the American version). So take your pick! I am here to be Generous and not take sides.
To end on a happier note for the pink pussy hats, make sure to buy your dildo of the day. (purely a promotional link and a shout out to a friend who may read this far ).
With Peace and Love, G’ day Mate. You all are all right and a bunch of good cunts for reading this far.