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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