Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The number of Abortions in New Zealand, is 18,000 per year. My Pro-life stance, is in no way religious, it's mere care, and common sense. However, I do have the opinion that Humans are formed at conception, not birth. And so, to abort (terminate pregnancy as helpful health consultants will refer to it as), your baby, is to kill/murder. Now the terrible thing is, many of the abortions taking place are from the influence of the 'helpful health consultant', who states that their "unwanted piece of tissue" is of no consequence, it is simply an annoyance, and thus they shall remove it. The girl is told that its quick and painless. But what the don't tell, is the mental side effects.. The Psychological damage it does to the girl, after it happens, not to mention the ongoing stress and worry.
Imagine. You're in trouble. You're pregnant. You're boyfriend either forgets you, or tells you to get it dealt with. A knowledgeable Doctor/nurse tells you that you can get an abortion, and no one will ever know. You're worried about your school mates finding out, your parents, your life.
You take the easy option.
This list of events, is a basic run through, of what can, and usually does happen. Makes me wonder.. The people carrying out the abortion know exactly what's going on the whole time, which makes it worse. There must be some massive brain washing for themselves, honestly how can anyone in their right mind knowingly murder a child? Its sadistic. Can you imagine the government standing by and watching some cult sacrificing babies as part of their satanic practice?
Then why.. Why does everyone, excluding those brave and courageous enough to stand up and fight for what they believe, why do the larger percentage of 'people' simply stand and watch murder continuing...
In every case, every case, abortion should be completely banned.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate (Illuminati), Neo?
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life
Monday, December 28, 2009
" Traveling at nearly the speed of light makes the problem worse, because Santa gains mass (his kinetic energy adds to his mass, as Einstein’s famous E = mc2 attests). Children believe that Santa will easily fit in the chimney, because from their frame of reference, even though Santa is heavier, he has contracted. From Santa’s frame of reference, though, the chimney is narrower than Santa is.
But children need not fear. The theory of relativity assures us that Santa will fit (see figure 4), and their packages will be delivered on time.
Children might also wonder why Santa never seems to age. From year to year, he retains his cherub face and merry laugh, his long white beard and his round belly that jiggles like a bowlfull of jelly. The fact is that for objects traveling at close to the speed of light, time slows down. So, the more packages Santa delivers, the more he’ll travel, and the more he’ll remain the same, carrying on the Christmas tradition for generations of children to come.
|Color of Rudolph’s nose:||Red||Yellow||Green||Blue||Violet|
|Corresponding wavelength |
|Santa’s speed as a percentage |
of the speed of light (v/c)*:
Can Santa fit in the chimney if he’s traveling at nearly the speed of light?
To answer that question, we need to talk about two frames of reference: Santa’s and ours. We also need to place two periodically blinking lights, A and B, on the sides of the chimney. These lights will help us and Santa find the edges of the chimney in the darkness and therefore will determine when Santa is right above the chimney, ready to slide in. For Santa to fit into the chimney, his right and left sides need to be between lights A and B when they blink.
Figure 1: If Santa is traveling at normal earthbound speeds, say, 100 km per hour, he sees lights A and B blink at the same time. Just as his left arm touches A, his right arm also touches B; therefore Santa fits in (since Santa is not bigger than the chimney).
Figure 2: If Santa is moving at close to the speed of light, the situation changes. From our frame of reference, according to Einstein’s theory of relativity, Santa’s width contracts and he is narrower than the chimney. Therefore Santa has plenty of space to slide in.
Figure 3: From Santa’s frame of reference, however, the chimney is moving backward and is, in fact, narrower than he is. If Santa were to see A and B blinking at the same time, the chimney would be too narrow for him.
Figure 4: Not to worry. From Santa’s frame of reference, the two lights are not blinking at the same time. As light A blinks, Santa’s left side slips into the chimney. The chimney keeps moving backward as Santa’s body squeezes in, until finally, when light B blinks, Santa’s right side is perfectly aligned with the side of the chimney. Now all of Santa is in.
(the quoted text is not my own -follow this link to see the original-
so i guess that really adds it up so il leave it there and wish you a happy new year :D
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The easiest bomb to put together is a Molotov...its as easy as pouring petrol in a bottle add a soaked rag...let her rip...and you have a nice big BOOOM!!! and lots of fire...which is what you wanted...in addition, get 6 Molotov's, put them in a circle, then in the middle, put a sparkler bomb...that's seriously kick butt...
Ok, but if you really want fire, smoke, and a big bang...do the following.
ok so you will need 3 plastic 600 mil coke bottles
and you going to need about 3 ltrs of petrol
ummm...yeah get about 2 ping pong balls
and get some tin foil
ok and your going to have to get hold of some black chalk
and some wire
ohh a string with petrol on it...lol
Ok so what you need to do, is fill all three coke bottles with petrol, share out about 1.5 ltrs between them all, ok then go get your ping pong balls, cut them up into small pieces.
Then go get about 20cm by 20cm of tin foil, and put the ping pong ball plastic into the middle, then put in about 1 table spoon of black chalk in with the ping pong. Now get tin foil put it on your hand, and then put your other thumb into the plastic in the middle of the sheet. Then wrap it around your thumb so it is in a tube. then slightly lessen the hole at the top, so when the smoke comes out, it goes out a bit slower...
Right, now go get your bottles of petrol. and put them in a circle (your gonna wanna blow this outside, otherwise your mom will kill you...then she will kill me for showing you how to do it...ok so you have the bottles in a circle, now go get the wire, and make a little holder so the smoke bomb can stand up right.
ok, now it should look like this... O o O the big circles are the bottles of petrol, the little
circle is the smoke bomb. Now go get you sparkler or your pettrol soaked string. Ok if get your string with petrol on it...lol!!! It should be about 60 centimeters long, link it up around the bottles...so that the string goes into the bottles and touches the petrol...OK, now we are ready.
IF YOU GO BLOW YOUR SELF UP, I'M NOT TAKING RESPONSIBILITY! THIS BOMB MAKING INTRO, IS FOR KNOWLEDGE USE ONLY!!! (well...and for a bit of fun ;) )
OK, go get a lighter, and hold it under the smoke bomb...then when it smokes like brimstone and sulfur, go light the string with petrol on it...lol!!! boom...
wait on...darn it!! that boom wasn't kwl enough...hang on...boom? BOOM? no way...
that's more like it ;)
have fun :)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
So first off the list, we've got the whole ordeal of, and I had better add, this is mainly about Helen Clark more than just the labour party...The Labour party themselves are pretty darn boring to talk about, so that is why I'm choosing Helen to yak on about, but for now...Down to the basics.
So first of all, back in march 1999 there was the issue of the "paintergate", (if your taking the time to read this you will probably all ready know the gist of this but to clear it all up, Il run you through).
If I went on trade me, and saw Megan Fox's hand bag on sale, and it was the real thing...(and if i was a million ere) i would buy it because it was owned by a celeb. Same as if I bought a painting done by our prime minister...(the only difference is, the painting wouldn't make it to my glass trophy case...) So what happened with this painting is this, lalala i want to get more money than Joe Blogs down the road, hey maybe a few thousand dollars, but how will i do it? The old wallet is getting abit light...HEY!!!! i know what to do, I'll get some random artist to do some art, then i'll sign her off as my own! I'm sure some Labour supporter will be wrapped to buy my "art"
And that's basically what she did...Except, she didn't think about the getting caught red handed (excuse the pun)
Well, if that's not enough dig this. Suppose, i wanted to get to a rugby game...and suppose, i had to get there quick...well, suppose i wanted to break the law, and speed my way through 206 kilometers of land to get toChch airport...Zooming along at a earth shattering speed of 128kph. Well, you would most likely agree that, its kinda stupid to do that, because even if you have Bobby Ricky behind the wheel, your endangering the lives of not yourself but others...But whats worse is, our former PM did it...yeah Helen Clark OK, and it took her only 96 minutes to travel 206km...whoa...Whats worse is that she says that she did not tell the driver to speed. Well, yeah, the prime minister probably wouldn't...wait on unless your blind and deaf and have no nerves in your body, well COME ON!!! traveling at 128k's an hour...you'd have to feel the drag aye...?
I feel as if i have exhausted the subject of publicly hanging her faults. ok let me some up what i have just said.
The "paintergate" issue, OK she "did it" for charity...? Errrr....no
she doesn't need to sell art to gather some doe and give it away. She has plenty of cash hanging around. Listen, the real only times important people give money away, is in front of the camera. Its usually a fabricated publicity stunt funded by the taxpayers! (ok I'm kidding not usually funded by us...but you get my point)
You heard about "telethon" ? Well to address the sick homosexual jokes that went on continuously, the whole thing about Mike McRoberts "wanting" John Campbell...and when John comes up and lays one on Mike -_- ewww...ok, if John wants to be "gay" I'm not going to stop him, but if he does it in front of the Camera, in front of New Zealand, ok John we ask...What is your problem? Ok, so that's one of the reasons im not "loving" Telethon, here is another...
Its Fabricated...Now don't get your stones to kill me, let me explain...I'm sure you have heard about the old old old saying, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach him to fish, you feed him for a life time? Well, if you can stare me in the face, ok you cant stare me in the face....if you can stare into the screen, and tell me that giving a kid some food, a jacket, and a pair of shoes, is going to help them have better family's and make there pain go away...honestly, its like putting a bandade on a broken leg and telling the kid it will "be all right". Look, the wider causes of family break downs, and child abuse, and father and mother having relationship problems and all...its not going to help to try and kiss it better with this big show of a fund raiser. Its so FAIL factor...Like the whole...will we reach 1,000,000? And the whole...ooh jimmy put in 70 cents fantastic. If TV-3 really wants to set an example, cut out the gay jokes...ohh and if you hadn't picked up the jist of the end part of Telethon, where all the big businesses came in, so they could get more publicity, because that's most of the people who were watching would be watching...i bet ya they had a juicy fat check for $50,000 to make up for any money that they needed to make it to 1,000,000
OK, that's not exactly about Labour but it is i think relevant to what we are talking about.
well, ive finished talking about it all now, but just on a final not please click on these links.
Ok time to stop the negative talk. but I'll say again...you get my point.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Let me branch out my "opinion" and "explain" what i mean by "screwed up"
OK, so a few of years ago, we (my brother my sister me dad...mum) started collecting signatures...hey it wouldn't have been a big deal but as it was, it took 2 years to complete collecting 400k worth of signatures. So as you can imagine, it was hard...not fun at all...and we collected in rain, hail wind sun snow...well not snow...but you know what i mean, anyway, it took so long, and we knew that really nothing could really happen, but we did it coz we wanted to show that yes, reasonable force is not a criminal offence, yes over 83% of NZ agreed with us...OK, so i should mention that it was not just our family, it was 100's of people all over NZ out of all, maybe 10 were utterly committed . anyway we all thought, hey 100 people collecting 3000 signatures or 300 collecting 1000 signatures...how hard can that be...well...honestly, it was hard...anyway...moving on
So a few months back old Larry drove his kiwi party caravan up to the B-hive, and loaded off the box's...and box's...and box's of signatures. Yeah!!! Score....but hey what do you know...uh oh suddenly, whoops, Labour decides to have the referendum at another date...hmmm interesting...another $9,000,000 later, and it comes round. Most people vote except for those who found the multi choice YES or NO quite confusing...anyhow, 87.4% voters later, hmmm nothing happens, and John Boscowans bill is aloud a reading. Another CHEER!!! except, our old friend John Key, decides that he will pile some on this country and watch what happens...well, that's the main reason im...(ahem)...very...(ahem) annoyed at our...(ahem) "Honorable" Prime Minister John Key...
Anyhow, what would be really helpful would be if National really did drown itself...I mean seriously...so anyway, most of the 87.4% are very annoyed...why wouldn't you be? Anyhow, "this is all very vexing".
So i hope you have enjoyed this political "hogwash" that iv'e yarned on and on about for several hours...believe me, i enjoyed writing it more than you will reading it, but then i guess "its all part of the plan..." all this John Key ignoring this and ignoring that rubbish, who knows...maybe he will change his "mind" as though he is giving in, to give the impression that he is a gracious humble servant of the country...but after all he has done there is nothing, nothing he can do to what he has done and what he is doing, nothing at all to fix the problem he has gotten us into nothing at all...but if somehow he can win back the hearts of those annoyed at him, in such a way that we see him as a deserving pm forever...and that he is never the same again, but im telling you right now...i don't think that's going to happen.
ok, that's nearly enough said on this subject but i would like to close on this, my face book statas msg says that our pm is better than the last; In some respects yes, others no...look what he has done breaching the line of families, and digging his little toy digger into the ground of our relationship of our families...look what he did, whipping his party members into voting in his way...not what their conscience wanted...which is what is suposed to happen not this fake whipping that went on...and still does...anyway...
Thanks for reading...and please join this pledge, by simply writing this on ur myspace page bebo or facebook or blog as you so wish.
I, (your name here) will never vote for the New Zealand National Party, or any National Party candidate, in any future General Election in my lifetime, until the right of parents to responsibly smack their children is legally restored
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
THE QUEST OF THE APPRENTICEwarning: This story is not for the faint of heart.
While the thoughts were flashing through his mind, the old Master was still standing there, as if getting pulled down into the squelching mud by a vladtearth was an everyday occurrence.
Mean while, Gera was struggling to figure out what spell to use but as he slowly sank further and further beneath the mud, he gradually gave up hope. The mud was up to his neck and his arms were hovering above his head, when just as the mud started to creep into his mouth he remembered that supposing he could use a fire ball spell he might be able to blast his way out, so pushing his hands into the mud he muttered a few words and then, the mud started bubbling and smoke billowed out into the air as each boom of the fire balls shook the ground. But inch by inch he rose up out of the mud gasping at each interval, and in a short time there he was, standing in front of the old Master, completely dirty and filthy and not to mention the smell which some what evaporated in a green like cloud of his very clothes as did the mud and the water. (I make mention that this evaporation of mud and stench was of magic origin it was not simply drying out...what spell was used for such i can not say but the happening of it is quite certain.) They walked on in silence, whether it was because they were thinking about the goings on of the days gone by or if it was the shaking experience of fighting all these evil creatures we will never know, but one thing is certain, Gera was feeling very comfortable due to his succeeding in the fight.
Friday, May 15, 2009
After this ordeal, the Master felt a sudden draining of his strength, and slumped down in a weary state. Gera however was as lively as ever, because he had not used any magic, for as known to those wizards of old, the magical power of dark spells (to be used only on the race of madrak) drain ones strength to the point that if used to much, the physical mind can take only so much, will collapse in mind if not in body. But staying put was no option, so the Master heaved himself up and they very carefully made there way into the cave, and upon arriving in a safe spot, Gera lit a fire.
At five in the morning (when all dark beasts are asleep) they went on there way. Of course food for those of the magical realm, is no problem, and so at a sturdy pace, started out, for the cave of the Goblins!It started to get dark as they approached the bank of the river nintura-diagria, it was a massive length from one side to the other...and for any human to try, was not possible; But for dark arts magicians is a mere lime barrier, for to cross the river, time must be stopped for the duration of the crossing, as they would need to "sweep" a path through the water itself to make a dry passage way for the crossing.
Of course it would not be so tricky if they were not accompanied by a horse and a pony. So muttering magic words and waving his hands in the air, he let out a a breath, which became a loud hiss, which in turn became a muffled scream which seemed to shake the ground on which they stood. Suddenly a blue light shone from the sky, and then everything stood still not a breath of wind not a rush off water nothing. "Now then my young apprentice", said the old master, "here is your chance to show me your skills in the art of magic, now then, cast the spell, and divide the water in two so that we may cross over". So with a sweep of his wand he cried "bestrow cothra eratista" (meaning not known to those of this race) and then with a flash, instead of a division in the water, it went solid. "Well well..." said the master, "if you haven't killed the fish in that stream, you have definitely stunned them...", "well, i did try" said Gera, "but I suppose that is the extent of my power" he said with a sad voice...
"Now listen to me Gera!" said the master in a stern voice, " the path to commanding magic and knowing the extent of the power you can exhort, is only to be found by, Mastering the art, Administering punishment to those who defy you, Gain confidence, Intrege others with your skill so the may respect and learn from your way of life, Consider your options, for if you rush into magic, you may find that it will harm you in more ways than one, these my Son are the 5 most useful guide lines for the way you work. Now let me see you divide that water...but remember...focus, and believe you can do it." With these words in mind Gera went up to the river, cast a spell on the river so that it dried up, and with eyes closed chanted the spell, and with a silent rush of water, it divided in two.
"My son said the master, you have listened well to my words," and with that, he made his way down to the river bed. They walked at a steady pace, until suddenly, Gera let out a gasp, for there coiled round his leg like a viper was a vladtearth, now these evil creatures are known for there eternal lust for blood, and fresh flesh, they are about twice the size of a cow when full grown, but live usually under the mud surface...And it was because of this that Gera stood completely still, scared stiff by the purple tentacle that sucked to his leg. He was very alarmed, firstly because of the creature, secondly, the old master was simply standing there...looking tired, then he understood, it was a challenge, a challenge that he was to face alone. he closed his eyes to think, but only for a moment, the grip on his leg got tighter, and was pulling him down...Down into the deep deep whirl pool of black evil smelling mud...he would drown, choke on the mud, choke to death...then what would happen to his Fiance? His family, the master, the Book!!!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
warning: this story is not for the faint of heart.
And there he was, as large as life standing before him - but not as Gera had remembered him, he was no longer just an old magical arts master. He was mightier in the face and the power of his skill in the dark arts seemed to shine from his face. "So Gera Ogwich," said the old master, "I have found you at last. I would have come much more hastily had I not known the extent of your training, but I knew that to accompany you in the first league of the journey would have been unhelpful to you. I decided that you needed more time to think about your actions before you had company." By this time Gera was utterly speechless, but after a moment or two he managed to splutter: "w-wh-who, whhhhhyyy, h-h-how did you get here?" "My lad," said the master, "this is not the time to speak. We shall talk later, for we must depart from this forsaken place. The goblin I killed is no doubt to be found out, and like blood hounds they will track us, and will not stop till we are dead. At this point Gera was enlivened to the extent that he felt an almost Adrenalin Rush, to get the book back from the goblins. "Master, you do not know how encouraged I am to have you here. All the time I have been travelling, the only thing to keep me from going mad with the monotonous walking and riding was to think over the spells and chants that you taught me, but what I long for most is to see my dear Athnea. It has been seven or more months since I saw her last - To say nothing of my family and friends."
"My son," said the old man, "I can understand how you must be feeling, but to express your emotions in so open a manner is not how a man of the "arts" should act." He sighed deeply. "I, too, am heavy with anxiety for my loved ones, but I have accepted this mission that is now on our hands, and I feel it is our duty to accomplish it, therefore complaining is not an option." It was with difficulty that Gera accepted this but, he knew it was reality and so to disregard it was to disobey the realm of wizards and the magic that surrounds them. So without any more comments, they made off in the direction of a cave, about 70 meters away...
On approaching the cave they heard a low pitched gurgling sound, as if a fish was drowning in oil. They halted, then said the master: "Son, you wait here, for whatever is in that cave is after a meal, not a greeting." " But sir, it is not wise to go in alone, it is not wise for anyone to enter!" "My young lad, do you doubt my power? No it is better that I go in alone, for I would not suffer a boy barely 20..." As the master entered the gurgling grew into a low pitched moan. Suddenly out of the gloom lurched a gigantic Morc-reeva (a kind fire breathing Lizard, which for its abbility, is very small, the size or a cat almost) but there it was large as life snarling at the master, and before Gera knew what was happining they were in a bloody battle with the monster...Spitting fire like a fiend, it tore in and out of cracks in the rocks, and even with the powers of the master, they could not bring it down. Till that is when Gera by chance happened to throw a rock at it wich for a brief moment brought it back down to earth, where upon the master jumed upon it and siezed it, cast some freakish spell over it (the spells meaning is that of the ancient Motireans, and can not be translated) in a trice the beast lay over on its side breathing, it seemed to be peacefull with out fear...
Part 3 ends...
part 4 coming soon...
Monday, March 23, 2009
When did creepy lavatory paper coated piles of dust ever become known as 'tea"Why do so many tea drinkers use only teabags? How did the little bits of dust wrapped in lavatory paper "creep" in? Tea made in a cup or mug with a tea bag is nasty. We live in an age where many of us would "die" if we were deprived of our "high-quality" coffee. Some allege that it is as difficult to be a good barista-an occupation unknown to our ancestors, but obviously a high calling-as it is to be an All Black. Yet at the same time that we worship coffee, we pay less attention to good home brewed tea.
If you simply must use teabags then at least use them in a teapot, for a tea made in a teapot tastes better and goes further...
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i take no credit what so ever for the writings here...thankyou for reading