We’ve just got through

band practice for the day. It’s starting to sound too good, if that’s possible. There’s nothing worse than a slick band in my opinion. In any case there are still plenty of mistakes, mostly made by me to compensate. Irish band U2 have just released a protest song called “American Obituary”. It has something to do with US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, I gather. My advice to them would be to take the log out of your own eye before you start criticizing other countries.

While I’m loathe to get political, it really bugs me when these these fuckers from other countries with big problems of their own, start lecturing us on how to live. Why don’t you fix fucking Ireland? Then you can tell the rest of us where we’re all going wrong. Ireland must be a paradise, these idiots are so emboldened to tell the rest of the world how to conduct it’s business.

U4 can just fuck off and die

Irish MMA fighter Conor McGregor met with Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth at the Pentagon last year and said, “There’s no support for the people of Ireland. It’s almost like we’re witnessing the destruction of Ireland in real time. It’s being harbored by our own government. The illegal immigration racket is the biggest money racket that has ever been in Irish history.” 

He went on to say, “many rural towns in Ireland have become inundated with illegal immigrants, changing the character of those towns forever. With some 40 million Americans of Irish descent living in the U.S., he expressed concern those Americans would find their ancestral homes unrecognizable if they returned to Ireland for a visit.” 

Where’s those fucking weasels U2 when you need them? They obviously must be on the side of this bullshit, or they’re oblivious to the whole thing and instead virtue signaling all the way up their own arses.

Andrew did nothing wrong. Anne should be locked up for that hideous Halloween costume.


Phew! Over in the UK they’ve arrested Andrew Mountbatten Windsor for some kind of inappropriate behavior as a public figure or some such nonsense. I don’t know what Andy did or didn’t do, but they sure want to throw him under the bus. Let us know when the rest of the rapists and sex pests get arrested. I won’t be holding my breath.


Let’s veer away from the political for a moment. I haven’t even had lunch yet! Tomorrow there is a lunch date with Gazza. I wanted to go to one of the few places in NY close enough to here that sells Vegemite , but Gary has secured two jars of if from near his work place, so now we don’t have to schlep all the way down to this very crowded area tomorrow. This is good. I have no idea what lunch will consist of. I’ll be paying, so I better make it cheap. I’m joking of course. Nothing is cheap anymore.

With umpteen gazillion restaurants between here and Gary’s place and beyond, there won’t be much trouble finding something edible, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know what I’m having for lunch today, let alone tomorrow.

Good Day