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23 October 2004

Deal with it, ya pansy

Daily Mirror weasel Brian Reade - who comes across as a bloke with a serious bed-wetting problem - gives us more of his scintillating insights into American culture:

A SURVEY has shown that only three per cent of British kids admit to being happy at school, yet 32 per cent of American kids do.

Might this have something to do with American kids needing to be drugged up on happy pills every morning because they half-expect a crazed gunman to be loitering in the physics lab?

It's amusing that a man can make an entire journalistic career from a raging cultural insecurity complex.

 

A toy, just for the hell of it

I've been thinking about buying a Honda CT110, better known as a 'postie bike':

A note to my overseas readers: in Australia, postmen use these bikes to deliver the mail, hence 'Postie Bike'. They are not available for sale to the general public, but Honda import around 1100 of them a year for Australia Post, who then auction off the old bikes. Some are used by pizza delivery companies (you can't see it very well in this photo, but there is a large metal carry rack behind the rider seat to which luggage boxes can be fixed, usually in the form of a humble milk crate), others by junk-mail delivery boys, and others by individuals who just want to own one.

I have a soft spot for this bike: it was the first motorcycle I ever rode. The semi-automatic (a foot shifter, but no clutch) transmission, supremely light weight and low power output makes it ideal for getting used to the "feel" of being on a motorcycle. If you wanna get into motorcycling, you could do a lot worse than get one of these bikes and ride it around someone's backyard for a while. You'll get used to the feel of a two-wheeler with an engine moving beneath you, learn how to stay balanced, and changing gears with your foot.

The tiny 110cc single-cylinder engine aint no powerhouse, but it has enough oomph to take you around the suburbs, and it's something you can service & fix yourself if need be. It's a great thing for zipping down to the local shops, as a backup bike if you don't own a car, or just as a fun toy to scoot around the city on. Fuel consumption is almost non-existent, as are maintenance, tyre and insurance costs. And it's a Honda, which means it will last forever if you take care of it. Its possible to find perfectly OK postie bikes for a grand, and for half that sometimes if you're willing to do a little work on it.

Lots of people actually take these things long-distance touring, including dirt roads. One crazy bastard in Two Wheels magazine some years ago did an around-Australia trip on one.

If any of my readers owns one of these, or knows someplace to get a good 2nd-hand one, e-mail me at: tex <at> whackingday <dot> com. I'm particularly interested in hearing about owner experiences.

 

Dick Brain

Some sorry-ass wanker thought it would be a great idea to set up a Charles Manson Fansite.

It includes a collection of 'Manson Thoughts', the first of which is the entire text of a postcard the webmaster received from nice old Charlie:

"This is a card with you on it. That's the only you I ever could be real with, in, about, for. Personal air is what from where. Tree is first line of my concern, for as a goat I need air."

Inspiring innit? This is a sentence, purple monkey dishwasher climbed out of my own xiphisternum.

And here's some exciting Manson poetry:

How many people?
There is only one.
How many places?
There is only the sun.
Where am I going?
You are where you stand.
Where are the answers?
It's all in God's hand.
Life and death got nothing to do with it. Time is a joke.

Who is Charles Manson?
He loves like a comet.
I'd give you a rose,
But it's covered in vomit.
Who reads this shit anyway?
It's duller than Camus.
You can't take a shit,
With a cat in your anus.

He's also got something to tell us about Ireland and spiders:

Man, I know nothing about Ireland. I'm not even sure if I spelled it right. I've seen movies and I've met Irish people that never been out of the basement. People would ask and I always would say Irish is my religion. How could it be a religion? It's a country. I'd say it's in a dream and religion is just a dream. Then I would see you guys fighting. How dumb. I've been fighting for space, air, mind, life -- all the things Irish people are born with and never question and don't know what it's like to really be alone without a space, without a soul to hold to. A pure nobody with nothing.

I thought once even a spider got a web and then I met a blind spider who just jumped and had no friend thing at all. Anything that came into his feelings was warred upon, bit and eaten. They are so smart, they can ride in the pockets of darkness up to a man's eye and bite it. Cons fear them. They are my spirit friend and I learned if you don't get in their feel space, they will stay out of yours.

Charlie's also pretty keen on ecological issues:

If I have rights, then the trees have rights. Trees are living things just as much as I'm a living thing. Who has the right to go chop the trees down? Nobody has the right to take life.

Don't laugh. He's not being any more ideologically inconsistent than these arseholes.

The owner of this fansite needs a better hobby, like looking at animal porn.

 

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