So long Blogspot

This is going to be the final post for at least a long time or forever. I've got a lot of shit to do and this is just turning into a giant waste of time. Nothing here remains, no future and no past.

Man, does Sabbath rock.

Well, it is Saturday night and I am listening to Sabbath's first album and reflecting on the day. For those of you aren't overly familiar with Sabbath; get with it. Sabbath was totally awesome in their day. Nowadays, wankers crap on about shitty nu-metal bands, but nothing can approach the total majesty of Sabbath. On every plain, they are the best. I honestly feel that when I die, before the final judgement, before my eternal soul is sent to the fifth circle of hell (If Dante is to be believed), God will do everyone the gracious favour of having the "Concert of the present Eternity". There will be no sponsors. There will be rivers of beer and cheap red wine. There wil be groves of kind bud. There will be the best music acts while we all trip out staring at angels and palaces and the like.

Acts should include Sabbath. Original lineup of course. Maybe it could start with Dio. Dio could go through Mob Rules, Sign of the Southern Cross, Heaven and Hell and then Neon Knights. Halfway through Neon Knights, Ozzy would come out, lite Dio on Fire and then kick him into Hell. He would then say "Let's start a riot!" and 20 Billion voices would voice their approval. They'd play all their material, the good Ozzy solo tunes, the Sabbath tunes that were done without Ozzy (Imagine the Heaven and Hell LP or the Born Again LP with Ozzy). Maybe even a bit of G//Z/R.

Other acts would have to include Jimi Hendrix, the Doors, Led Zeppelin, April Wine, Budgie, Rush, ACDC (with Bon Scott), Slayer, Janis Joplin, the Beatles, the Ruttles, Deep Purple, Rainbow, Metallica (second stage near the port-a-potties), Beetoven, Bach, Mozart, Mendelsohn, Wagner, the Who, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, the list could go on and on.

Do you ever wonder what Purgatory might be like? Maybe it is wishful thinking, but I hope there is at least wine and/or beer in purgatory with weed on Weekends. Killer video games where you hose demons with flamethrowers would also be rad. I wonder who would be there? Could you strike up a conversation with Marcus Agrippa, a virtuous Pagan, while hanging out? If you're there for 10,000 years, why not, right? I guess we all find out sooner or later.

Mind you, Joe Serf, who died in 1300 might have a different version of Purgatory where his horse never gets sick and the crops always come in on time. I'd like to have time to talk to all of my ancestors all the way back. Do you realise, that the church, and I am talking about the real church, the Catholic one, not those spliter ones, goes back 2000 years and that everyperson on Earth, assuming every generation is 25 years, has well over 10,000 direct ancestors? Do the math! Who were they? What did they do? What were they like? Did you live up to their expectations? At least I know mine wouldn't mind a drink or 8 and a good chat.

Being of Celtic ancestory, I know that my ancestors travelled and infested wherever they went. I have kept this tradtion alive by marrying into a distant genotype.

Back to the fifth circle of Hell, where unhappy souls spend their time running rampant ripping and tearing the flesh off of each other in anger and fury. There are other places I'd like to be, but there are a few people I wouldn't mind literally tearing a strip off of.

What are your views of the after life? Is there weed? I didn't mention chicks because I am too pious. I wouldn't worry about it being blasphemous, becuase only God gets to decide that. I don't think a momentary lapse of fantasy will do too much harm.

We all have our faults. To forgive is divine.

Guess the band, win a beer

I don't give a fuck,
Got a heater in my truck,
And I'm off to the rodeo.
It's an allamande left,
And allamande right,
C'mon you fuckin' dummy,
Get your right step right,
Get off the stage you goddamn goof,
Y'know you piss me off.
You fucking jerk.
Get on my nerves.

Well here comes JohnnyWith his pecker in his hand,
He's a one-ball man and he's off to the rodeo.
It's an allamande left,
And allamande right,
C'mon you fuckin' dummy,
Get your right step right,
Get off the stage you goddamn goof.
Y'know you piss me off.
You fucking jerk,
Get on my nerves.

(INSTRUMENTAL Wailing guitar solo)

Well it's forty below,
And I ain't got a truck,
But I don't give a fuck,'
Cause I'm off to the rodeo.
It's an allamande left,
And allamande right,
C'mon you fuckin' dummy,
Get your right step right,
Get off the stage you goddamn goof,
Y'know you piss me off,
You fucking jerk,
Get on my nerves.

Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand,
He's a one-ball man and he's off to the rodeo,
It's an allamande left,
And allamande right,
C'mon you fuckin' dummy,
Get your right step right,
Get off the stage you goddamn goof,
Y'know you piss me off,
You fucking jerk,
Get on my nerves.

Guess the band and the title of this defacto Alberta National anthem, and win a beer!

What a nice weekend.

What a nice weekend. On Friday, I met up with a friend. We had Tacos and a beer or two. We sat out in the garden looking at the cherry blossom trees in full bloom in the cool sunny afternoon.

On Saturday, I barbecued up some steaks and enjoyed hanami again in my spacious garden, while all the visitors to the park struggled to find a spot on the ground to have a pic-nic. Ha. Frontale beat Verdy 1- 0.

We just had a big ass earthquake. There was a smaller one at about 7:30 am. But this one was a lot bigger.

On Sunday, I ate pizza in the garden while watching everyone scurry around looking for a lace to stand. It was like being King.

Now to check all the earthquake news on TV.

Election Promise

I will do this to each of you.

The Liberals are thieves

For years, in junior high, at high school, for my year at McGuh in Montreal, at U of T, post U of T, out west, and all the way in the far-East, I told everyone that the Liberals were/are/have been/will be total scumbags. No one believed me. "Darth, they keep Canada together.", the average hockey helmet wearing extra chromosome toting Canadian would say. "If it wasn't for the Liberals, Quebec would leave and there wouldn't be any immigration or progressive social programs.", they'd say while trying to untangle the string that holds their mittens to their coats.

So Fuckin' what?

Well guess what. All of those dim-witted cocksuckers were taken for the proverbial ride. Here is the proof. $250 Mil handed over to their cronies. About $10 per person, STOLEN. Well, the Liberals owe every person in Canada a pack of smokes or five 6/49 tickets...If they borrowed it, which they didn't. They stole it. They are thieves. They stole your money. Don't let them fool you that this is the result of some Platonic Noble Lie to save the nation. How many Sports Cars, trips to Europe for their snotty offspring, fur coats, expensive bottles of wine did this Platonic Lie require?

The thing that really irks me is that I read in the National Post that Canadian Bloggers who initially linked to the proof, got rid of their links because they were afraid they might get in trouble. For what? STEALING? What a bunch of pussies...I mean Habs fans.

Why the fuck should anyone give two shits what the Liberal ass-jacker-pick-everyone's-pocket-for-ten-bucks-pretend-you-have-no-clue-golfball-buying(?)-THIEVING government has to say. If I listen to them, I should listen to all the other CRIMINALS hanging around breaking the law left, left of centre. I didn't vote for them. I didn't vote for their House of Lords. I didn't vote for their appointed judges. They can go get fucked.

This man is a CRIMINAL.

This man is a CRIMINAL.

This man is a CRIMINAL.

This man was a CRIMINAL.

This man is a drunk CRIMINAL.

These people are a bunch of CRIMINALS.

Read this, have a good laugh, and wipe your ass with it because they did.

Just to keep this fair, this man is a total cunt.