It's been months since I posted anything on this platform, and quite frankly, I'm tired of it. That's why this will be the final blog here. I've simply run out of new, not re-hashed, material and (to be brutally honest) I've lost all interest and enthusiasm for this.
I would like to thank all of you who have put up with the bullshit I've spewed over the years here. And looking back, it's been an awful lot of bullshit. Unlike the last time I quit, only to come back, this is the final goodbye.
I wish you all well, and thanks for viewing this.
So, for the final time: "Nuff Said"
Senor Ratbag.
Welcome! I hope you enjoy, and are maybe infuriated by, my somewhat irreverent take on world news and events, and the people who make and shape them. I hope we can share a laugh, and maybe provoke a thought, about what's happening "out there".
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Uh, Maybe They Should Change His Name
Saw this on a pals Facebook page, and had to share. Seems Netflix is teaming up with other production companies to make a samurai type Game of Thrones-esque docu-drama based on feudal Japan. Sounds interesting. The show, "Age Of Samurai: Battle For Japan". It's billed as a multi-episode stylized drama about a real samurai.
Our protagonist, Date Masamune, plucked out his own eye to combat a smallpox infection. That move, apparently, spawned his nickname. I'm not making this up, either "the One Eyed Dragon". Now maybe I'm still in junior high school, with my mind firmly in the gutter, but "one eyed dragon", to me and a few friends, could be misconstrued for a certain part of the male anatomy. I just wonder if he has a purple helmet.
I told you my mind was stuck in a junior high school gutter. Will I watch? Probably not, although it would be interesting to see who gets to ride the dragon.
'Nuff said.
Our protagonist, Date Masamune, plucked out his own eye to combat a smallpox infection. That move, apparently, spawned his nickname. I'm not making this up, either "the One Eyed Dragon". Now maybe I'm still in junior high school, with my mind firmly in the gutter, but "one eyed dragon", to me and a few friends, could be misconstrued for a certain part of the male anatomy. I just wonder if he has a purple helmet.
I told you my mind was stuck in a junior high school gutter. Will I watch? Probably not, although it would be interesting to see who gets to ride the dragon.
'Nuff said.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
It's Been Waaayyyyy Too Long
In fact, it's been months since my last post, and I chalk it up to bone-idle laziness. No excuses. Just fucking lazy. So, what woke me from my stupor? Another Donald Trump gaffe? If that'd been the case, this forum would have been flooded. Another sexual abuse allegation against the catholic church? Once again, this forum would have been flooded. Another religious "televangelist" scamming his "flock" (maybe fleecing would be a better way of putting it)...Yes!
Ken Copeland is the asshat in the Ratbag spotlight, and it goes back to 2015, when he said he "needed" a $54 million private jet. Not just for his "ministry", but also to jet to private vacations. Why not fly commercial Ken? Well, apparently he said if he did, he wouldn't be able to do 65% of the work he gets through on his private jet.
Apparently, the whole thing stems from an interview the shyster did in late '15, which went viral not long ago. What's Kens defense? "It's a biblical thing". I shit you not, that's what he said. He's apparently also a "prosperity gospel" preacher, which basically cons the mugs (his "followers") by saying faith, in the form of donations, leads to "riches down the line". Seems to me the only fucker getting rich is Kenny baby.
Anyway, he's got himself a nice, shiny Gulfstream V, capable of seating up to 19. Or just one televangelist asshole, and 18 bags of money.
What's the point of this quickly becoming a rant post? Simple. Religion is a sham, and it's overlords like Kenny, the pope and others are running a pyramid scheme or a Ponzi in which the leaders get rich off the followers. 'Twas ever thus.
And before you condemn me to hell, I remind you that like heaven, I don't believe it exists. Hell! Even pope Frankie says it don't!
'Nuff said.
Ken Copeland is the asshat in the Ratbag spotlight, and it goes back to 2015, when he said he "needed" a $54 million private jet. Not just for his "ministry", but also to jet to private vacations. Why not fly commercial Ken? Well, apparently he said if he did, he wouldn't be able to do 65% of the work he gets through on his private jet.
Apparently, the whole thing stems from an interview the shyster did in late '15, which went viral not long ago. What's Kens defense? "It's a biblical thing". I shit you not, that's what he said. He's apparently also a "prosperity gospel" preacher, which basically cons the mugs (his "followers") by saying faith, in the form of donations, leads to "riches down the line". Seems to me the only fucker getting rich is Kenny baby.
Anyway, he's got himself a nice, shiny Gulfstream V, capable of seating up to 19. Or just one televangelist asshole, and 18 bags of money.
What's the point of this quickly becoming a rant post? Simple. Religion is a sham, and it's overlords like Kenny, the pope and others are running a pyramid scheme or a Ponzi in which the leaders get rich off the followers. 'Twas ever thus.
And before you condemn me to hell, I remind you that like heaven, I don't believe it exists. Hell! Even pope Frankie says it don't!
'Nuff said.
Friday, March 15, 2019
Computers
When they work, they're great, ain't they? When they don't work, they're just a fucking oversize paperweight. The hunk of junk I'm posting on went paperweight a while back, hence the lack of entries.
What happened? Well, I had to do a hard power-down to get my printer to shut off. And not being able to wedge myself into the small opening where the power cord is for the printer (and also unable to get to the power input on the goddamn thing), I had to shut off everything.
It worked. Only too well. Not only did my POS printer finally shut down, but (because I effectively pulled the plug on the whole system) everything did. It came up fine when I reset the power. But everything was fucked. Couldn't log on to FB, couldn't log on to You Tube, you get the picture. I eventually did, by having to sign on again to all the affected sites. But I lost fucking everything. All links, playlists and this blog.
How did I get things back? A lot of trial and error. A lot of re-entering logons, passwords etc. I finally hit the right combination, and all my shit came back. Properly.
Lesson learned: Don't fuck with your power cables when trying to shut down 1 piece of gear. Also, make room to wedge my fat ass into a space to pull the plug on just the piece of gear that ain't working. And also write down the log-on and passwords for EVERY FUCKING SITE somewhere so I don't have to go through all this bullshit again.
'Nuff said.
What happened? Well, I had to do a hard power-down to get my printer to shut off. And not being able to wedge myself into the small opening where the power cord is for the printer (and also unable to get to the power input on the goddamn thing), I had to shut off everything.
It worked. Only too well. Not only did my POS printer finally shut down, but (because I effectively pulled the plug on the whole system) everything did. It came up fine when I reset the power. But everything was fucked. Couldn't log on to FB, couldn't log on to You Tube, you get the picture. I eventually did, by having to sign on again to all the affected sites. But I lost fucking everything. All links, playlists and this blog.
How did I get things back? A lot of trial and error. A lot of re-entering logons, passwords etc. I finally hit the right combination, and all my shit came back. Properly.
Lesson learned: Don't fuck with your power cables when trying to shut down 1 piece of gear. Also, make room to wedge my fat ass into a space to pull the plug on just the piece of gear that ain't working. And also write down the log-on and passwords for EVERY FUCKING SITE somewhere so I don't have to go through all this bullshit again.
'Nuff said.
Sunday, February 24, 2019
More Words
But still no action. Pope Frankie wrapped up a 4 day summit on sexual abuse by clergy saying abusers in the catholic church will "face the wrath of god". I'd rather have them face the wrath of fellow prisoners, who usually don't take kindly to kiddie-diddlers.
He offered an 8-point pledge "going forward", calling for change in the church's 'defensive mentality', and a vow to never again cover up abuse cases. Fine, as far as it goes. But it don't go far enough. If Frank really meant to do anything, he would've ordered his minions to crack open the secret books I'm sure are stored somewhere inside the vatican, go through them, find out where the living abusers (and those who shuffled them around so they could continue to diddle) are and turn the whole file over to the cops in every country involved. As for those priests who raped nuns, same as above.
Until and unless something concrete is done, this is nothing more than another slap on the wrist for the abuser assholes, and another crack (let them come quickly) in the wall of a truly evil institution that's been allowed to get away with far too much shit for far too long. If no action is taken, then this "summit" is just More Words.
'Nuff said
He offered an 8-point pledge "going forward", calling for change in the church's 'defensive mentality', and a vow to never again cover up abuse cases. Fine, as far as it goes. But it don't go far enough. If Frank really meant to do anything, he would've ordered his minions to crack open the secret books I'm sure are stored somewhere inside the vatican, go through them, find out where the living abusers (and those who shuffled them around so they could continue to diddle) are and turn the whole file over to the cops in every country involved. As for those priests who raped nuns, same as above.
Until and unless something concrete is done, this is nothing more than another slap on the wrist for the abuser assholes, and another crack (let them come quickly) in the wall of a truly evil institution that's been allowed to get away with far too much shit for far too long. If no action is taken, then this "summit" is just More Words.
'Nuff said
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Well, Well, Well
Seems the catholic church is enveloped in yet another sex scandal. And this one's a bit of a surprise. Not that it's continuing to happen, or the pope was (again) late in addressing it. But the fact he's admitting it at all. No, it's got nothing to do with priests and/or bishops abusing children or other parishioners. In fact, it's close to 100% certainly been going on for centuries, and swept under the rug not only by Frankie, but all his predecessors It's their men of god (priests/bishops) raping nuns. Yup! You read that right. Priests/bishops raping nuns.
Again, no real surprise. Things got so bad that one entire congregation of nuns was disbanded by pope Benny. But again, in case after case after case, they did what they always do, and are best at doing: Sweet. Fuck. All.
Some of the rape victims were ordered to have abortions by the priests/bishops who impregnated them, and those who had the little bastard kids saw their fathers simply wash their hands of their own offspring. Most likely so as not to catch shit from the higher-ups. Who ignored the issue, as always.
Hell, Frankie went so far as to say nuns were being held as sexual slaves. Again, not really a big surprise, since these assholes can't, or won't, keep their cocks in their cassocks. And if the scope of the whole sordid mess wasn't brought to light recently, I sure as fuck wouldn't be blogging about it now, because the church would again do Sweet Fuck All. Frankie admits it's a "problem" (big of him), and says "more action is needed". What that means wasn't said.
I'm also near 100% certain there's consensual fucking going on between priests/bishops and nuns as well. With more bastard kids as a result. And it's parishioners who are paying to cover the entire mess up every week when they drop that envelope into that dish.
Just another wholesome life lesson from the demonically evil institution known as the catholic church.
'Nuff said.
Again, no real surprise. Things got so bad that one entire congregation of nuns was disbanded by pope Benny. But again, in case after case after case, they did what they always do, and are best at doing: Sweet. Fuck. All.
Some of the rape victims were ordered to have abortions by the priests/bishops who impregnated them, and those who had the little bastard kids saw their fathers simply wash their hands of their own offspring. Most likely so as not to catch shit from the higher-ups. Who ignored the issue, as always.
Hell, Frankie went so far as to say nuns were being held as sexual slaves. Again, not really a big surprise, since these assholes can't, or won't, keep their cocks in their cassocks. And if the scope of the whole sordid mess wasn't brought to light recently, I sure as fuck wouldn't be blogging about it now, because the church would again do Sweet Fuck All. Frankie admits it's a "problem" (big of him), and says "more action is needed". What that means wasn't said.
I'm also near 100% certain there's consensual fucking going on between priests/bishops and nuns as well. With more bastard kids as a result. And it's parishioners who are paying to cover the entire mess up every week when they drop that envelope into that dish.
Just another wholesome life lesson from the demonically evil institution known as the catholic church.
'Nuff said.
Monday, January 7, 2019
Merry New Year (A Week Late)
So, 2019 arrived, and in my household, safely. As custom (and old age) dictate, the missus and I did not ring in the New Year, choosing to retire, and fall asleep, several hours earlier.
Lots of people make new years resolutions, only to see them broken by this point in the month. There are some who stick with their regimen, and kudos to them for doing it.
I make the same resolution every year, and have for the past 35+ years. Every New Years Eve I resolve to not make any New Years resolutions. And I'm always successful in keeping it, which wasn't always the case in years past.
Waking up with a pounding head, queasy stomach and "screaming eagle" shits January 1st almost always lead me to swear off booze. Which I'd manage to keep until I started feeling better. I do admit I did quit drinking 13 years ago, and, aside from the odd beer every 2 months, I've kept the promise.
What does 2019 hold? If I knew, I'd be fucking rich right now. But I don't, and I'm not. So, I'll play 2019 the same as every year. Plod through the best I can. And not get fucking rich.
'Nuff said.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)