Archive for January 2007

Spiders On Drugs

January 10, 2007

See Headline…

Concerned Busybodies Want Coca Cola Ban

January 8, 2007

This post is rated R18+ for sickening nanny-statism. Send your kids to bed before reading.

GOVERNMENT’S have been urged to consider banning the sale of caffeinated soft drinks to children following new Australian research showing caffeine only increases addictiveness.

And yet haven’t been urged to send newspaper journalists to remedial apostrophe classes.

A Melbourne study, published in the most recent issue of international research journal Appetite, found caffeine added to cola-based drinks did not enhance flavour, but did increase their addictiveness, adding to childhood obesity problems.

Study co-author, Deakin University’s Russell Keast said his findings were “absolutely conclusive” that people could not detect the caffeine flavour added to cola-based drinks.

But he said children might find themselves becoming addicted to the caffeine, without realising it.

“It’s a problem for children,” he said.

I seem to be detecting a common theme. Perhaps we should consider banning children instead, before they usher in a new era of totalitarianism?

One Careful Owner

January 8, 2007

A unique opportunity:

Sealand, the sea-fort turned world’s smallest country, is up for sale.


It is accessible only by helicopter and boat but according to its owners, who want offers of eight digits or over, Sealand boasts uninterrupted sea views, guarantees complete privacy and is a tax haven.

And your kids can drink all the cans of Coke they like!

Country Is Fucked Reason #653634

January 2, 2007

Why on earth do the organisers of every major sporting event in Australia find it necessary to find some washed up pop star to murder the national anthem?

It is the national anthem, not an R+B song. Human Nature attempting to work barber-shop style harmonies into Advance Australia Fair is just about the most disgusting thing I’ve seen on TV, ever.

Cricket Australia, may the fleas of one thousand camels infest your arse, and may your arms grow too short to scratch it.