Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Smelly Media: Come, come, welcome, but your kids go to the camp

Allright allright, am exaggerating.

Thors Proposes Compulsory Preschool Education for Immigrant Children

Since I am of the "fascist" camp saying that "If you will leech off the welfare, and be a net negative to the economy, a burden on society (except for the leftie multiculties who think you enrich this dull culture), do not come."; one may think how I can oppose such a logical idea.

You know, the kids do not integrate, so we force them to toddler school.


That is freedom.

Yo, what about not letting the non-integrators into the benefit system in the first place.

Ah, yea yea, I know, I am an insensitive non-humanist asshole.

A phrase that I will use quite often: "The road to hell is paved with good intentions"

When looked at it objectively, not letting someone in permanently without some conditions being met is less fascist than forcing some preschool kids into school; but hey, it is good for the kids.

Ain't it?

Anyhow, makes me always wonder.

Is the Finnish Government's duty to look after its citizens and the productive immigrants living in the country lawfully or is it to look after non-finns living out of the borders; as time will show, to the detriment of Finns and other productive people living inside the borders.

Why have borders, if it is the latter?

Risking making some people feel bad hate speech:

If you have to force people to live in harmony with your culture, maybe, just maybe, they should not be here?

Maybe you should not expect that somebody respects your culture just becaue they are leeching off the benefits given by that culture?

Maybe you should not feel you have the right to force preschool kids into school just because you are giving so many benefits that the mom feels no need to work.

Two parented Finnish families? The kids have to go to pre-preschool because the mom has to work. No super duper benefit to them as long as the daddy is working, whatever shitty wage he might be getting.

Punish the productive by taxing the shit out of them,
Reward the professional welfareists, all under the name of humanism;
And then complain...



Saturday, May 14, 2011

The swedish pure finn, the priestess with the bad mouth

"Your accent. You're not a finn, are you?"
"I am pure finn"


"What were yoo doing there? Studying psychology?"
"Noo, I study theology"
"3.30 AM is too late to have any discussion on that, priestess"

Age comes up, I guess them older than they are, so I sing the finnish song, "Aikuinen nainen"; "Grown woman"

She says:

"Hahaha.. I sang the song in karaoke, and  dont speak finnish"
"Pure finn?"
"Yes, I am finnish, of the swedish finns"
"No finnish?"
"No, I grew up speaking swedish"
"You are like 6% of the population"
"Yes, but"
"And force the other 94% to learn your language"
"Yes but"
"And control 30% of the wealth"
"Yes but"
"And you study theology"
"... ?? Yes"

The way the finnish but not finnish speaking priestess told me goodnight wishes after telling me she is busy the next day,

"I hope you get fucked somewhere tomorrow"

Thanks for the kind wishes, your holiness.

Today is tomorrow, Let's see if God listens to her.

How you know you are drunk


You have gone out with your guys, enjoyed the night and had a few drinks.

After the bars close, you hang out in the main street for sometime, and go into McDonalds for an after drinks dinner.

With your eyes barely focusing on the overhead menu, and barely holding your balance, there you see it:

The BigMac.

You order a menu from the young girl, and she puts all your food, yours and your guys' in the same paper bag.

Enthusiasted about the early morning snack you are going to have at home, together with a few more vodkas, you head to the busstop.

Waiting for the bus, you get the urge to pee.

Now to the present. This is where I come in the picture, walking towards home, passing by the said bus stop. Up to this point it was just a made up story, after this is what I saw.

You put the bag on the ground, beside the wall,

Open your zipper, fumble to take your member out.

With a wave of relaxation flowing through your body, you let the pee flow out of your body...

Into the paper bag.

By the time your friends notice and jump on your back to pull you back, it is too late.

Your BigMac is a PeeMac.

Bon Appetite.