Go On Say What Ya Mean.

"I'm 79 so its not like I have a career ahead of me, so all you Blacks and jews shut the fuck up, you too Injuns, not forgetting you gauls either or you fucking seals cubs, in fact anyone that has ever lost in history get over it theres no compensation to be had here, get a job, oh and we want our welfare cheques back."
Look at the expression on the guy behind him, I don't think he wants to be there.

U.S. Virgina state Delegate Frank D. Hargrove, responded to a move by the state that would apologise to slave descendants for slavery I guess by saying " slavery ended nearly 140 years ago with the Civil War and added that "our black citizens should get over it." and to not leave out the Jews he said "are we going to force the Jews to apologize for killing Christ?"

"When somebody tells me I should just get over slavery, I can only express my emotion by projecting that I am appalled, absolutely appalled," said Del. Dwight C. Jones, head of the Legislative Black Caucus.
Del. David L. Englin also criticized Hargrove's remarks, recalling that his grandparents were driven from their homes in Poland "by people who believed that as Jews, we killed Christ."

When Hargrove rose to speak, he told Englin he didn't care about Englin's religion. "I think your skin was a little too thin *ya big nosed money lender*," Hargrove said as lawmakers gasped and groaned.

I think this is funny as fuck, all the political double talk then someone says this. I don't know anything about Hargrove hes a Republican which doesn't automatically dismiss anything he says in my book as my mind is as open as the great plains, if it turns out hes some white supremacist then there goes any credibility as I do believe he has a point.

A different government several generations on as are the people that were effected by this so what is the point of apologizing way too late and to the wrong people?If they want an apology for the sake of having one as it may be sincere from the wishy washy liberal that gives it but its hardly from a founding father that owned slaves and thought nothing of it now is it? make it so that these apologies can not be used to sue with as the responsibly is not with the current administration, c'mon you can't blame 'everything' on Bush though he is the reason my cock has a nasty rash on it, long story.
Then give apologies until the cows come home.I know that Blacks and Jews are two big touchy subjects in the States that many would rather ignore as god forbid you should say anything to hurt their feelings. I get a little annoyed with this line of reasoning as it is used to manipulate the situation on both sides, "yer people chained my people we demand compensation as the right to an education and work isn't enough" or " if those students can wear brown pride t-shirts then I can wear white pride shirts".

The Whites were too lazy to work so they made the Blacks in Africa into slaves, something they themselves and the Arabs had been doing for hundreds of years amongst themselves, no apologies there, the British actually talked the Arabs into abolishing slavery in Africa and paid money too, we even pissed off the Boers of South Africa when we suggested they stopped keeping slaves (pissed off is putting it mildly some people don't like the British telling them what to do) and still those that didn't get any money call for some today.

Due to the slaves being uppity and public opinion slavery stopped in Britain, and other European countries and then in America, The American civil war was a good device to get the states together and for the common man to believe it was about slavery which was a happy by product of it not the reason for it.
Was the thousands that died in the war fighting against slavery and the rest not enough to make up for it?

To the black people, how is yer live worse off today if your descendants had been left in Africa?

As for the Jews, you may have got yer ass kicked a few times but you were also the ass kicker once just like the slaves so yes get over it and go bash an Arab.


*added for impact*

On The Roach.

This is Judd Law a soldier and veteran of many a conflict against evil and danger that lurks in bedrooms or back gardens everywhere. he was no stranger to the feel of concrete scraped along his muscular plastic body or a free fall from an upstairs window.
Judd Law is hard but even hard men have their limitations , his was in the form of Grendel a vicious Yorkshire Terrier. Nothing good except the flat cap came out of Yorkshire, Grendel put the terror into terrier, ok I can see they are two different words, if ya came here looking for things like grammar, punctuation and maybe sense well you're shit out of luck, all I have to offer is fisting and goats, I didn't become the #1 must see blog by making sense you know .

Grendel
Evil that can fit into a hand bag.

In an unprovoked attack Grendel savagely chewed at judd's arm, having mistaken this terrier for a bear as the scale thing is all off Judd played dead .
I can only imagine the fear and pain that Judd endured. Grendel being a wee yappy shite of a dog that has no business being alive remembered that he had some nice pissy parts to lick at and some cat shit in the garden to eat and tottered off to do so.
Judd looked at the chewed stump that used to be his hand and sucked it up (shook it off ,Yank speak) he ain't no pussy GI Joe, hes an off brand Action man and proud of it. His marksman days were over, Dr X was bound to sweep to power now unless extreme sports Action man could stop him.
The little boy of the hoose 'Sid' had his friends over one day to have an epic battle in the back garden, Judd being already wounded was killed straight out by a rock being lobed at him, the fighting went on as Judd lay under the Rhododendron bush half buried in soil and forgotten about MIA.
That year we had our annual 2 days of dry semi sunny weather known as summer and Sid's mum decided to tidy up the yard with the hopes of turning lobster red as is the tradition. The mucky half broken action figure ended up at the top of a packed wheelie bin which was left out on the kirb on Wednesday to be collected .
Still with so much to offer Judd was cast aside onto the scrap heap of life.

You may pause here to shed a tear or get back to searching for porn.

Maybe Judd was found by a passer by who likes to roach now and again. Roaching: to go on the scrounge for rubbish to reuse, sell or to have lie in the garden until you either figure out what to do with it, it rots or you throw it out. I am Old Knudsen, I am a roacher, its been 6 hours since I last went roaching. One man's junk is another man's........................................ junk, but could potentially be treasure who knows?

Rehabilitation for a case of such neglect and abuse takes time, a lot of self esteem issues to work through. Almost 2 years later Judd's anger still burns, "how could they do this to me?" he screams before he catches himself and checks his outward emotion, Hasbro would be proud of him.
Even when I used my skill with half bricks on the window's of Sid's hoose his pain and anger never lessened, so I asked him "why the fuck did ya tell me to do it in the first place ya wanker? I almost got caught", he didn't care " shut up old man and fill those bottles with paint and we'll go get their car", like I said, still angry.


Survival smarts.

If ever faced with a growling dog you must stare at it in the eyes to show dominance, then thump it on the nose sharply and insert yer thumb up it's bunghole. The beast may become even more enraged and rip at yer throat, never fear for you have won a moral victory for superiority over the souless creatures like dogs that are sent from the Devil. Once in a place of safety apply pressure to yer wounds and be faster next time.


PAFRAUK

Posable Articulated Figure Rehabilitation Association of the United Kingdom. Founded 23rd June 2005.

Fast Track To Cholera.

Its that time of the year again five million Hindus in India bathe themselves in the feces of others in the hope to break the cycle of reincarnation so they will stop coming back as dirty shite bathers in the river Ganges.

Old Knudsen Says.

" Its only Blogging."

Courtesy of Kav, thanks mate you're a cunt.

16 th January 1942.

Carole Lombard who was a famous actress in the 30's and 40's died 16th January 1942 in an air crash at Table Mountain Nevada USA. Many of you will say so? and I'll say fuck off and it will all go doon hill from there and we'll never speak but then one year you'll send me a Christmas card , I'll wipe me arse on it and send it back with 'fuck you' scrawled on it in feces and that will be that, so save me the price of a stamp and just behave and learn.
Well firstly I was looking for something else when her name popped up, then I noticed the date and thought, Blogjinx/message from the grave etc. I don't know who for I'm just a tool of the Lord. I believe in omens and divine guidance you see so maybe this will mean something to someone somewhere.

Ex wife of William Powell and Clarke Gable on separate occasions, she went doon (no pun intended) as the first US civilian causality of World War II, her mother also died in the crash, she must of expired moments after. Lombard was on a war bonds drive at the time , well she wishes she was on a drive. Gable never got over the loss of his ex.

I Am The Burger King, I Can Do Anything.

The above picture was from a photo shoot I did as promotion for being the knew lead singer for a wee pop group called The Doors. The old lead singer faked his death in the 70's and moved to Canada.
We called this shoot 'The old lion' , I know you can't tell but as well as being high as a kite as us pop stars are I had to have my scrot tucked and stapled to my thighs as it hangs doon a bit too much, the shit I was on was good and I didn't feel a thing until a week later when it went septic. The 4 weeks that I rehearsed with the band were terrible, this guy Ray Manzarek thought he was incharge even though 'I' was the 'lead' singer he blocked all my ideas and requests. For a start I couldn't stop giggling through 'Back door man' and then I wanted to change 'People are strange' to 'People are fuckers' and to be a little more up to date instead of 'Hello I love you', I wanted to sing,' Wassssup, I think its love, baby', the kids would dig it. I wanted 'LA woman' to be 'Arbroath weemen' and to cut all that musical shite out of 'Light my fire'.
Things didn't really work, professional differences and the fact that though I look good I can't really sing, I mean worse than the last guy and that's something. Their loss, I mean where are they now?

So anyway I was just sitting here at the computer on a dull grey drepressing day hoping for some inspiration to strike. I was either going to write about my night of wild animal lust with Princess Anne in which I turned my athlete's foot into an STD or how I was fired from the Roundheads by old warty Oliver Cromwell himself because I refused to part with me foreskin, so my penis Kenny kept his flamboyant head covering and I joined the Cavaliers, not the best of career moves looking back on it.

I wasn't in the mood for either and I sensed my readers wanted not stories of my past glories but half naked weemen and midgets being fisted. I was like a sail without wind.
The clouds outside parted and the sun came like a God into my room , the vitamin D must of reacted with the painkillers I'm addicted to because I was suddenly in a good mood, for fuck sake, this feels odd I thought, I wanted to hug somebody, a gurl with huge knockers would of been nice. I then knew what to post about, I got the idea given to me like ' manners from Heaven ' as I basked in God's golden shower.
This is a positive post on why I like Blogs and Blogging.

I like the fact that Old Knudsen has saturated the Google search monster with his meaningless poison and when a pervert looks for 'Hot midget sex' they get a post on Tom and Katie. Old Knudsen one - other perverts nil.

My opinion is the only one that really makes sense or counts so I'm glad that its there sort of published for mankind so that *1000 people a day* can read my wisdom.

It makes me feel all warm in a nice dry way when people tell me about the crap day they were having until they read my ever so humorous post.

I'm glad the fan e-mails and the titty pictures out number the hate mail and death threats I get sent(my Ma sends titty pictures and death threats)

I am an artist and I know my work has been a success when I invoke emotion and passion in others enough to get an anonymous hateful comment.

Blogging is easier and faster than the shite I showed that I make on Old Fake Man Balls and posts are easier to destroy in a fit of artistic rage.

I meet people that I wouldn't want to meet in real life as they are quite creepy and I can just stop talking to them and start wanking to some porn. That's frowned upon in the real world out on the street or in my son's living room last week.

To be honest with the exception of **one person** that keeps commenting and being a cunt I love my readers.

I love that I can put up whatever I want and honour whoever I want depending on my whims and who dies.

Did ya hear that pop? I felt it go off in me neck, I think that's the end to my good mood and possibly a stroke, no I don't mean another wank, ok fuck the postive post, heres what I hate.

YouTubes, pretentious twats, black blogs, my sidebar slipping, Blogger fucking up after all this beta shit, wordpress, haloscan, humourless passionless people with Blogs, being thanked for a comment on another Blog, people being nice in the comments to be polite I clean my own ring and people nervous to comment incase I look at yer blog, what the fuck? you know I'm the best but I'll be polite, my greatness has its responsibilities.


*A guess a mated figure based on the invisible Blogliners and my ego*


**You're so vain, you probably think this comment is about you don't you don't you?**

Civil Rights Day.

Today as everyone knows is Reverend Doctor Martin luther King JR's day in America (North) who was assassinated in a book store in Dallas by James Earl Jones back in 1968.
We owe a lot to the Reverend Doctor, well I don't but someone does, for on that fateful day while standing on a crowded bus he was asked to move to the back (by a white man) to allow other passengers aboard and the King said "NO!" he had a dream about something getting him at the back of a bus and besides he wanted to be near the door for when he got off. The stand he took gave coloured bus riders everywhere hope, then he nailed his theses to the church door thus sinking the battleship Admiral Graf Spee winning the civil war and freeing the Slavs.
Coloured people of colour were then allowed to drink from the germy water fountains that gave out calorie free white only water, they also were given the right to die in war for their country (America) King's message went largely unheard and only crap about whitey keeping them doon, screwing up any education they were given, eating BBQ chicken and being loud, wearing bling bling,celebrating criminals and their lifestyle and putting weemen doon became their culture and wondering why they were not being treated as equals.

Role models.

Bill Cosby said something to this effect once and I applauded him for it, many just attacked him for being rich, how did he get rich ya morons? calling his wife a bitch and a ho and drinking Cristal? no by not holding himself back and getting educated. Stupid people annoy me, whether they are stupid Christians for missing Christ's message or stupid people for missing King's message of unity and equality, the guys died for it, don't fuck it up. I don't care if you're black, white, yellow or some kind of Greek dirty Slav mix, if you're stupid I will take the piss no matter yer colour. By stupid I mean, dense, thick an idiot a moron, you can have PHD's up the yang and still be stupid or no grades at all and be bloody Yoda.
Personal responsibility plays a role for how you turn out in life, Dr King was all for everyone using their own Personal responsibility to achieve world peace, a lofty most likely impossible goal but if we all keep trying something is bound to happen sooner or later and for the good rather than bad.
Enjoy his day, learn how to spell and say gangster and maybe you should look up pimp as I don't think it means what you think it means.


"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."