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[Mowl]

I don't know if a "sway in the female direction" is a fact in Frozen Wasteland politics but it is perhaps a part of your psychology that could be examined..

It's not that complicated: there's a clear indicator over the last fifteen years of Finnish politics wherein more females than males are entering the political sphere in general, but obviously most are at grassroots party level, whether left, right, or centrist.

To break it down ever further for your dim skull: there's less males than ever in Finnish politics, and there are also more females in Finnish politics.

Starting to get it now, Jambo?

No?

What is it, a mammy thing?

Come to Daddy, Jambo.

Did you believe that your mammy was the bestest thing since sliced bread and you now project that on to all females?

Actually, mine's from the time BEFORE sliced bread was a thing.

She knew how to carve up a batch loaf.

I'm guessing your Ma had you when she was still pubescent - if the sliced bread gauge is anything to go by.

 

[AN4]

It's not that complicated: there's a clear indicator over the last fifteen years of Finnish politics wherein more females than males are entering the political sphere in general, but obviously most are at grassroots party level, whether left, right, or centrist.

To break it down ever further for your dim skull: there's less males than ever in Finnish politics, and there are also more females in Finnish politics.

Starting to get it now, Jambo?

Yes, you don't understand the difference between cause-and-effect and correlation.. I've been telling you that from the get-go, you dope

No?



Come to Daddy, Jambo.



Actually, mine's from the time BEFORE sliced bread was a thing.

She knew how to carve up a batch loaf.

I'm guessing your Ma had you when she was still pubescent - if the sliced bread gauge is anything to go by.

 

[AN4]

It's not that complicated: there's a clear indicator over the last fifteen years of Finnish politics wherein more females than males are entering the political sphere in general, but obviously most are at grassroots party level, whether left, right, or centrist.

To break it down ever further for your dim skull: there's less males than ever in Finnish politics, and there are also more females in Finnish politics.

Starting to get it now, Jambo?

No?



Come to Daddy, Jambo.



Actually, mine's from the time BEFORE sliced bread was a thing.

She knew how to carve up a batch loaf.

I'm guessing your Ma had you when she was still pubescent - if the sliced bread gauge is anything to go by.

My Ma made her own bread and it was always there. It was a brown bread and rather unique.. I didn't particularly like it

 

[Mowl]

Yes, you don't understand the difference between cause-and-effect and correlation.. I've been telling you that from the get-go, you dope

Play the dumb mule all you like, but you'll never live down your nonce behaviour with that poor little schoolboy you did drugs with and dragged onto a train.

My Ma made her own bread and it was always there.

Always?

Are you sure they weren't actual bricks from the back garden shed?

It was a brown bread and rather unique..

There's nothing even remotely unique about brown bread, Jimmy.

I didn't particularly like it

So it wasn't unique?

It was a brick?

From the shed?

Out back?

A brick.

A brown brick?

 

[AN4]

There was the way my mother made it

It was like - more grains than flour, or something. No doubt she left something out, or reduced it. She was a fanatic when it came to food (and healthy eating)

 

[Mowl]

There was the way my mother made it

My sincere condolences so.

It was like - more grains than flour, or something.

Bricks.

More bricks, right?

No doubt she left something out, or reduced it.

You?

She had a habit of thumping you on top of your skull when she was stuck for a word?

She was a fanatic when it came to food (and healthy eating)

Didn't quite work out according to plan then, eh?

 

[Mowl]

The always discriminate Val Martin airs his views on certain sections of Irish people.



Not to generalize, eh?

 

[AN4]

My sincere condolences so.



Bricks.

More bricks, right?



You?

She had a habit of thumping you on top of your skull when she was stuck for a word?

Didn't quite work out according to plan then, eh?

I can tell you that it wasn't always very nice the Mowl, that's for sure. And she was very forceful about it, unreasonably so.

In hindsight though, her strict nutritious diet for me when I was child, probably just added to my adult immeasurable 200+ IQ

 

[Mowl]

I can tell you that it wasn't always very nice the Mowl, that's for sure. And she was very forceful about it, unreasonably so.

My own Mam felt the same about turnips, parsnips, green cabbage, and garden peas.
I hated them all, they made me gag so I usually fed them to Toby, my Jack Russell terrier, a very loyal little guy who never strayed too far away from me.
Training and caring for him was my chore: I did it with happiness and joy because Toby returned even a little love with a tsunami of affection and excitement.
In time I learned that Mam was right: these vegetables, while not very attractive to me, were really good for growing kids with very active lives.
Nowadays I eat them and enjoy them very much, which is quite a turnaround from my childhood attitudes to certain vegetables
Mam always made sure we had meat and veg every day, and there were of course routines and treats that were scheduled in advance.
Twice a month on Friday evenings we let the Caffola family cook for us: fish and chips, usually cod and ray, both of which I loved.
But she took most of her recipes with her when she passed and I'll never no how she made a steak and kidney pie so delicious.
Her curry was another blinder, along with her spaghetti Bolognese, the Sunday roast, her bread, cakes, pies, all homemade and thoroughly delicious.
I guess we all go through this stage of missing the same things that were a pain in the ass during our childhood.
When I'm cooking myself these days, I think of her and often play the music she liked to have in the background in those days.
I cook often, I rarely eat out, and I never use take-away or delivered food.
My latest concoction which I cook at least twice a week is a meatball pie with mushrooms, red peppers, leek, red onions in a cream/Korean hot sauce.
I use the smallest new season potatoes (my fridge is stuffed with them) in everything, they're selling at €28 per kilo (dearer than steak) but delicious.
Back at the turn of the century, a Finnish lady friend brought me a box of them to Dublin, which was a strange but fabulous gift idea.
A knob of butter and a little salt, black pepper, and a chilled young white wine.
Nam-nam.

In hindsight though, her strict nutritious diet for me when I was child, probably just added to my adult immeasurable 200+ IQ

Perhaps she used sheep and piggie brains in her meat pies?

Ever eaten brain, Jambo?

PS: if you have a 200+ iq, then Toby the terrier was actually a small horse and I was The Lone Ranger.

Cop your tiny head on, you stupid fuck: I've never known any man to waste more time than you do.

 

[AN4]

My own Mam felt the same about turnips, parsnips, green cabbage, and garden peas.
I hated them all, they made me gag so I usually fed them to Toby, my Jack Russell terrier, a very loyal little guy who never strayed too far away from me.
Training and caring for him was my chore: I did it with happiness and joy because Toby returned even a little love with a tsunami of affection and excitement.
In time I learned that Mam was right: these vegetables, while not very attractive to me, were really good for growing kids with very active lives.
Nowadays I eat them and enjoy them very much, which is quite a turnaround from my childhood attitudes to certain vegetables
Mam always made sure we had meat and veg every day, and there were of course routines and treats that were scheduled in advance.
Twice a month on Friday evenings we let the Caffola family cook for us: fish and chips, usually cod and ray, both of which I loved.
But she took most of her recipes with her when she passed and I'll never no how she made a steak and kidney pie so delicious.
Her curry was another blinder, along with her spaghetti Bolognese, the Sunday roast, her bread, cakes, pies, all homemade and thoroughly delicious.
I guess we all go through this stage of missing the same things that were a pain in the ass during our childhood.
When I'm cooking myself these days, I think of her and often play the music she liked to have in the background in those days.
I cook often, I rarely eat out, and I never use take-away or delivered food.
My latest concoction which I cook at least twice a week is a meatball pie with mushrooms, red peppers, leek, red onions in a cream/Korean hot sauce.
I use the smallest new season potatoes (my fridge is stuffed with them) in everything, they're selling at €28 per kilo (dearer than steak) but delicious.
Back at the turn of the century, a Finnish lady friend brought me a box of them to Dublin, which was a strange but fabulous gift idea.
A knob of butter and a little salt, black pepper, and a chilled young white wine.
Nam-nam.

That would be perfectly suited for the Food and Beverages thread, do you mind moving it over there?

Perhaps she used sheep and piggie brains in her meat pies?

No, she was very fussy about meat, like everything else. In fact, she made her own minced beef, meaning she minced the beef herself, and that would be very good quality (lean) meat, like steak

Ever eaten brain, Jambo?

What type?

PS: if you have a 200+ iq, then Toby the terrier was actually a small horse and I was The Lone Ranger.

Cop your tiny head on, you stupid fuck: I've never known any man to waste more time than you do.

I have an immeasurable 200+ IQ, Mowl. The IQ test I took only went to 200

 

[Mowl]

That would be perfectly suited for the Food and Beverages thread, do you mind moving it over there?

If you want to, move it over yourself - I haven't looked at that thread even once.

Same with XYZABD£XYZMM€£ZZZMMCCXXLVIERTYHGFDBNJIUHHJMNHJK<LKJHGHJKIUYTFCVBN thread: no idea what's in there.

No, she was very fussy about meat, like everything else. In fact, she made her own minced beef, meaning she minced the beef herself, and that would be very good quality (lean) meat, like steak

When I was sent to the butchers to buy meat, I was instructed to ask for 'a half-pound of LEAN minced beef, please' by Mammy.

Like everyone else, I took what I was given and she rarely complained.

Not to me anyway - but going shopping with her was hilarious: she had a nose for a bargain and knew when she was being ripped off, so messing her around wasn't a very good idea. She could be very loud when the situation called for it. Same with my school teachers: I was expelled once for smashing/cracking Gerry Moroney's front teeth as well as his nose. I was goaded into the fight, mind you - the whole school met at the gates when last classes finished and neither of us had any choice. Gerry came at me, Doc Martin-clad feet and bare fists whirling about, but I stood my ground and took one shot at him: caught him in the upper lip, he hit the deck and had tears in his eyes. When I saw that I tried to help him back onto his feet, but he brushed me off and said he was going to get his elder brother to sort me out.

I walked home alone, shaking and with tears in my own eyes at what I'd done to him, he was a guy I liked and got along with as we both had an artistic bent. I was angry with myself for causing him so much damage, but I only punched him once. Same with Robbie, a big bloke who for whatever reason decided he was going to give me a hiding, but that one worked out the same: he came at me like a raging bull, but I stood my ground, right foot glued to the schoolyard concrete, the left hovering just about the cement until I saw an opening. Bam. One punch to the side of his mouth. He folded and took a knee, dizzy and dazed, and then looked up at me and apologized. I did the same and offered to help him up again, which he let me do for him. WE apologized to each other and again I had to tell him that I actually liked him, found him hilarious, and said that we should never let anything force either of us into physical violence like that again.

And we didn't.

But even though I was the pretty boy of the school year, I also had a reputation as a fighter. Peole thought I had skills, training, martial arts, boxing, or whatever. Nope, none of them applied. I was a cricket player: I'm fit and tall, have a long reach, and if I took a shot at someone I never missed the target. One punch was always enough to end any scrap. But I hated violence. I was a natural-born pacifist. Still am. But if someone comes at me, I go to work. Last fight was exactly the same: nasty creep in the jazz club says something nasty to my lady, so I tapped him on the shoulder and told him to clear off. The dumb fucker watched me all night, and when I went to the gents room he positioned himself at the top of the stairs, shirtsleeves rolled up and head bobbing up and down. He reached out to slap me in the ear, but I dodged him (he moved like dough in an oven) and pulled back to the right, then unleashed a right handed fist onto the side of his nose. He flopped like a sack of shit. Everything stops, silence in the room, the barman looking at me in astonishment, then the doorman came over and lifted him up and dragged him over to the door and tossed the cunt out the front door onto the pavement.

Then came and asked if I was okay, did he spill my drink, is my lady okay?
Someone else had filled him in on events and he knows me anyway, we get along just fine.
Haven't been in a fight since and hope I don't again - it makes me sick, even though I've never gone down after a punch.
As a kid I grew to over six feet tall by the age of eleven: I was a target for the other kids in primary school, get the tall fucker down.
But that was when I learned that taking a hiding hurt me emotionally and mentally for longer than fighting back and hurting the other guy with one punch.

What type?

What have you got?

I have an immeasurable 200+ IQ, Mowl. The IQ test I took only went to 200

If you told me this face to face, I'd laugh at you - for quite a while too.

You're fucking useless, unemployable, out of work for way too long to re-assimilate back into the workforce. You have no trade skills, no training, no credibility, a lousy track record for being a disagreeable mouth-almighty. Nobody needs you. You haven't anything to offer bar being a labourer or a shit-shoveling nobody. Your iq bullshit is about as believable as GodsDog yammering on about his/hers. The mere fact that you shout so loud about it makes everyone see you as a spoofer, a liar - a well practiced liar.

That iq test you took that only went to 200?

That was a misprint: it was 20.

If it ever happened at all.