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Jonathan H. comments:
Back in my younger days as an insufferable arts prick I used to tour with an Aboriginal comedian who was one of the happiest, most well-adjusted blokes I’ve met, despite seeing his father and most of his uncles commit suicide or rot away in prison. He used to get all sorts of racist abuse at times, and he never let it bother him. I asked him once how he stopped himself from getting angry. He just smiled and said: “I grew up in a dark room, and I got out of it and into the sunshine. I ain’t never going back into that dark room. Not for nothin’ or nobody.”
That’s what I call strength. Mastery of the self is the first essential step on the road to happiness. Yet we live in an age when the authentic self is not even held to exist anymore. So unhappiness abounds.
Well said. Of course, another key to happiness is watching Collingwood, especially Leon Davis. Also, has anyone noticed how closely Alan Didak’s style of play resembles that of Peter Daicos?
- Wow. Talk about someone refusing to play the victim. Good for him.Posted by Tex Lovera on 2007 06 01 at 01:10 PM • permalink
- Johnathan’s been writing some good stuff later. I think he has a ghost writer.Posted by wronwright on 2007 06 01 at 01:27 PM • permalink
- Gee whiz, I wrote one sentence and i misspelled both Jonathan’s name and “lately”. Well it appears that it’s me that needs a ghost writer.
(wronwright ponders whether that should have read “it’s I that needs a ghost writer”. Sure hope the grammer checkers here don’t catch it).
Posted by wronwright on 2007 06 01 at 02:51 PM • permalink
- Sound of siren. Grammar police! Wronwright pulls over
Wronwright: What’s the problem, officer?
GP: Can I see your final high school report card, sir?
Wronwright: Yeah . . . it’s in the glove compartment somewhere . . . let’s see . . . golf tees . . . pencil . . . map of Sumeria . . Well, whaddaya know! An actual glove! . . . Ah, here it is. Senior year, final report card.
GP: Mm. Looks like you kinda coasted through English class, sir.
Wronwright: Well, yeah, I was more of a math guy. So, what exactly is the problem, officer?
GP: You used an objective pronoun in place of the nominative pronoun, sir.
Wronwright: I did? Well, my Paco grammarometer has been acting up, lately (hits the Paco grammarometer – hard). I’ve been meaning to get it fixed.
GP: Ok. Tell you what, sir. I’m going to let you go with a warning this time. But get your grammar checked out as soon as possible.
Wronwright: Oh, I will, officer, I will! Thanks. Waits until officer is out of hearing. “Flatfoot!”
Pulls away. Moments later, another siren. Good lord! The Spelling Police!
Wronwright: Look, officer, I know about the objective pronoun problem . . .
SP: Sorry, sir, I’m not with the Grammar Police. I’m with the Spelling Police.
Wronwright: What did I do now?
SP: You misspelled “grammar”.
- *ring* *ring*
You have reached the number of Penal Avoidance Company of Ohio Bail Bondsmen, “PACO’s our name, get out of jail’s our game”. I’m sorry, we’re out of the office at the moment. Leave your name and the number of the jail where you are currently housed, and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day.
- paco
SP: You misspelled “grammar”.
You know Mr. Roofer did that on purpose, just waiting for someone to give him attention. His last roof job went a tad awry
- I ucking hate thatPosted by alien kiwi on 2007 06 01 at 07:16 PM • permalink
- Obviously, my intentional misspelling in a literary attempt to obtain irony of a P.G. Wodehouse manner was COMPLETELY missed by certain pulp fiction readers here. [/condescension]Posted by wronwright on 2007 06 01 at 09:58 PM • permalink
- thanks to Tim and all. Wronwright, I’d take you or any number on this blog as my ghostwriter anyday, despite your ridiculous Americanised spelling and grammar. Fifteen dollars an hour. No mead. Quill and parchment up in the attic. One candle a month. No matches.
now get to work saving Western civilisation.
cheers
JH
- Jonathan’s been writing pearls not just lately, but since he first started. Well, at least since I first noticed him, which was with an outrageous little skit I still chuckle over, “Moonbat Alpha”.
(Of which a sequal is long overdue, my friend. Not that I want you to rush it, mind. Quality over quantity and all that. But something, please, for the fans).
“..the whole mollycoddling marshmellow-headed obsession with therapy and self-gratification, coupled with the modern parents’ obsession with their kids ‘self-esteem’. This, like so much progressive bullshit, sounds wonderful in theory but in effect means kids never get taught the real consequences of their actions. Nothing they do comes back to bite them”.
A good example of that this week. ABC radio Sydney ran a story about a three year old named Gabriel who was told to wait a year for dental treatment.
All day the ABC listeners called and SMSed in rage. He pays his taxes! Don’t the Government know that the mountains shall be levelled and the plains made high for all who pay their taxes!
Typically, the Herald ran with the story on its front page today. Naturally it’s all HoWARd’s fault for cutting the dental budget. Naturally.
And not once in this avalanche of comment has anyone even wondered how a three year old comes to have a severe case of tooth decay.
Posted by The Mongrel on 2007 06 02 at 01:12 AM • permalink
- #15, Wodehouse would NEVER have secured irony at the expense of any part of the English language!
*throws down a lace gauntlet*
Pick it up, I dare you!
Posted by carpefraise on 2007 06 02 at 06:51 AM • permalink
- By the way, #15 “obtain irony of a P.G. Wodehouse manner”,
it’s IN THE Wodehouse manner…Your penalty is to be sent to a
re-education facility stuffed with leftists spouting their Marxist claptrap.You’ll never speak English in this town again! Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Posted by carpefraise on 2007 06 02 at 06:57 AM • permalink
- Oh god.
(wronwright slowly and quietly backs out, trying to avoid any sudden strike by carpefraise, who sadly knows nothing about proper prepositional clauses, especially those of a P.G. Wodehouse manner)
#16 JonathanH – Wronwright, I’d take you or any number on this blog as my ghostwriter anyday, despite your ridiculous Americanised spelling and grammar. Fifteen dollars an hour. No mead. Quill and parchment up in the attic. One candle a month. No matches.
Actually Jonathan, that describes a typical posting in a scriptorium in a 7th century monastery in Italy. Karl has been sending several of us there to copy down certain, er, forbidden texts. I CAN SAY NO MORE!
MarkL is still there. Actually I think he likes wearing the woolen habit. He keeps the cowl up most of the time.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 06 02 at 08:39 AM • permalink
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Exquisitely stated sir.