A Little Sunday Humour

A widowed Jewish lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a totally deserted beach at Cavendish
She looked up and noticed that a man her age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand near hers and began reading a book.
Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. “How are you today?”
…
“Fine, thank you,” he responded, and turned back to his book.
“I love the beach. Do you come here often?” she asked.
“First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago,” he replied and turned back to his book.
“I’m sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and it is very lonely,” she countered. “Do you live around here?”, she asked.
Yes, I live over in Rustico , he answered, and again he resumed reading.
Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, “Do you like pussy cats?”
With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her swimsuit and gave her the most passionate lovemaking of her life.
When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man:
“How did you know that was what I wanted?”
The man replied: “How did you know my name was Katz?”
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What a couple of months can change?

You might ask, why are we keeping that dreadful old dead tree trunk in our front garden? Well sometimes such things are deceptive, sometimes we need patience and a wee bit of faith. I realize a sneeze, a gust of wind or to simply lean on this old tree trunk and it would fall to pieces in a pile of dust . It is indeed rotten to the core and I’d agree its a bit of an eyesore when the snow disappears. I took this photo on the 18th May 2018.

 

I took this latest photo on the 18th July. See the beautiful transformation that nature so cleverly supplies. Now you can understand why we care for this old trunk, we brace it and protect it. It adds and provides beauty every summer to our front lawn. I only hope it continues to stand for many years to come

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Speeding on PEI

I do not know the actual numbers of vehicle accidents, deaths and injuries on our provincial roads. However I’m quite confident in saying it is too many. My own experience of driving from Wellington to Summerside or Charlottetown on Hwy 2 is to say the least, dangerous. I drive the speed limit and vehicles tailgate and or pass like I have no right to hold them up.. I had a car pass me on the inside using the soft shoulder. Cars pass on double lines, on the crest of a hill and in the face of oncoming traffic. Police presence is minimal and I  understand why. Almost certainly it is caused by shortages of officers and lacking of adequate funding. So why do we not have photo radar? is it too costly, to difficult to operate? It would surely slow drivers down, and for those who fail to slow down, well, they’d be paying for the cameras.  This must surely be something for the Police Services  and the Provincial Government to consider

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Time to Change the Political Landscape

The Disgusting Liberal Government.
Posted on 10th July 2018 by irishroverpei

Politics is at best a nasty business, but here on PEI the MacLauchlan gang of corrupt money grubbers have taken it to a whole new level. For them only one things matters, and that is not the people of PEI, not the economy, not the many fish kills, not the poison being spread on the land, none of those important things. No! what matters to them is power and how they can hold onto it.  Some time ago the Island PC party held their leadership convention down East at Montague. The Liberals in their cunning ways deflected the media attention and interest away from this event by holding the induction of the new Lieutenant Governor at the other end of the island in Tignish at the very same time!!! This government has no respect for anyone or anything, its all about them. Even when caught with their fingers in the cookie jar nothing happens they pretend they have to leave to spend more time with family or sick wives etc. They leave smiling with a large bag of severance cash. Rewarded for their crooked dealings one day and later appointed to some lucrative and cushy government job. It is surely long since passed the time for islanders to wake up and do something to change this intolerable situation. If we don’t do it we can be sure MacLauchlan and his gang wont do it for us.
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About irishroverpei
Author of “Lily & Me”, “The Royal Navy & Me” and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.

A Little Sunday Humour!

The Golf Cart.
Posted on July 8th 2018
by irishroverpei

Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course,
heard the noise and called out: “Are you okay, what’s your name?”

“It’s John, and I’m okay thanks,” I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.

“John, she said, (firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silky robe) “forget your troubles.
Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up later.”

“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife would like it.”

“Oh, come on now ” Elizabeth insisted.

She was so very pretty, very very sexy and very persuasive … I was weak.

“Well okay,” I finally agreed but thought to myself, “my wife won’t like it.”

After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked Elizabeth.
“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset.
So I’d best go now.”

“Don’t be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, letting her robe fall open slightly.
“She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”

“Still under the cart, I guess”, I said.

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The Impending Carbon Tax?????

I’d be the first to admit I know very little about this coming carbon tax. However, on PEI there is already cause for concern. If I understand correctly,  our Provincial government have already stated, then farmers and fishers will be exempt, Duh. If the carbon tax is being put in place to avert the disaster of climate change, why are some people exempt. Will climate change not effect farming? can fishers go fishing during a hurricane?. Seriously, this all sounds like a tax grab from our corrupt island government. It will have little effect on the climate but a big effect on islanders.  Is it only me or do others see the many old heavy trucks and agricultural vehicles plying our highways belching smoke into the air. Even several of our Island waste management vehicles are great belchers of dirty black smoke. Its also rare to find any of these vehicles sporting a valid license plate or indeed any plate at all. Makes me wonder if they are even safety inspected? Everyone on the planet breath the same air, suffer the same heat waves and droughts, no one will be exempt!  Climate change will be a world disaster if the temperature and seas continue to rise. Our leaders might want to consider, if that happens, no one will be around to pay their carbon tax.  Just my thoughts on the lack of action and just one more money grabbing tax ploy
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RepresentingThe Voting Public?????? NOT!

MMP but which version asked the Newbie MLA???
Posted on 5th July 2018
by irishroverpei

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It was in regard to Chris Palmer’s recent election to the Liberal government and his campaign slogan. “Let me be your voice in Government”. When Green party leader Bevan Baker made the motion to accept the plebiscite the liberals vote against it as one voice behind their leader. I criticized Palmer for voting against his constituents, they voted for the MMP option. I pointed out how quickly he broke his promise to the people that elected, trusted and believed him. What happened next took me by surprise, Mr Palmer phoned me!. Guess what? he didn’t vote for MMP because, he claimed, didn’t know what version of MMP his constituents wanted.????? Egads! there were five choices on the ballot, a ballot that was designed to fail in the first place. However, nowhere on the ballot did it mention versions of MMP. Now, I realize there are several possible versions but that was never the question. Confusing as it was, the ballot did spell out five options and the majority of islanders voted for MMP, a vote to change the system. For any politician to now claim they didn’t understand the vote is absolutely ludicrous. Indeed if any MLA did not understand the vote then they should have abstained??. There is no defense for this dictatorial liberal government, they have not acted in good faith, nor by democratic rules. They have made a mockery of the very principles of democracy, and all to retain the power of their pathetic little back rooms. There are no excuses, no claims of not understanding, no honesty, no good conscience, no not guilty, only shame and disgrace. I once said that Robert Ghiz would go down in history as the Islands worse ever Premier. Now, I’m not so sure, it seems we have a neck and neck race between Ghiz and MacLauchlan for that spot. Whatever the outcome, this is without doubt the most shameful conduct ever perpetrated by any Island government on Islanders.
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A Pressing Naval Matter

Posted on 3rd July 2018
by irishroverpei

At age 15 joining the Royal Navy as a Boy Seaman at HMS Ganges was to say the least, a very steep learning curve. Apart from learning all the necessary marching skills, wearing the uniform properly, shooting ancient 303 rifles, cold water 5 am swimming tests, tying nautical knots, reading signal flags, seamanship and other general training. There was many more areas of training that a boy of 15 rarely thinks about let alone knows how to do. Growing up, your mother was usually the person who made your bed, washed your dirty clothes, darned your socks sewed on buttons, fed you and made you take a bath when needed. Suddenly at Ganges we realized our mothers were not there to do these things for us anymore. Believe me, when I tell you this part of training was every bit as hard as any other training we would endure in the year at HMS Ganges. You might ask if I have any regrets or if I was sorry to have made the decision to join the navy. The answer is an absolute no, no regrets whatever, the training I received has stood me in good stead my whole life. At Ganges we learned to wash, mend, darn sew,polish, make our beds and use the electric iron. Sharp creases in our uniforms and ironing clothing was an ever essential part of Ganges. In the 1950’s we didn’t have fancy steamer irons with different heat settings. Our iron plugged into a socket, often a light socket and if left on became red hot. Many an article of clothing was burned or scorched. Bell bottom trousers had to be ironed in a special way, turned inside out and a series of folds created across each leg rather than up and down. The folds could be either seven or five folds, this was often decided by the height on the young sailor. ( the creases represented the seven seas). Well maybe it wasn’t his height, he just didn’t like ironing. I spent hours pressing my bell bottoms using a wet hankie on each crease. I surely had the best and sharpest crease around until one day several years later the creases gave way from my excessive ironing and came apart at the sharp edges. We had another handy use for the iron, in the mess hall at supper we often stole two slices of bread with margarine between them. They were easy to hid inside our shirts and sneak back to our mess. After lights out boys would slip out of bed and toast the bread using the iron. A thick two slice sandwich quickly became a wafer thin and crispy delicious bedtime treat, cleaning away crumbs was important, to leave evidence for our instructor would have been disaster . After all these years I still iron my shirts and pants. I have a system for folding my clothing that I still follow some sixty odd years later. There was a time when I ironed everything, underwear, T shirts, socks etc. However,  I once ironed Linda`s bra,(my wife) it was made of some synthetic material and melted as soon as the hot iron touched it. The issue was not so much the ruined bra as the fact that Linda told everybody what I had done. The News of the World has nothing on Linda). I don`t touch her underwear any more(with an iron that is!), in fact I don’t iron any of her things. I have come to  realise when a man does better at what is usually considered women’s work, trouble lies ahead. I haven’t ironed or ruined a bra in years, but still like to think I can unhook one singled handed !!!!!!. Come to think of it, I haven’t done that in years either!! The 2nd photos in this blog show a mess deck inspection with each boys kit on display. The first photo, just some handsome young sailor who was very handy with an iron!!! 3rd photo,That  same old sailor with a neatly ironed shirt many years later
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More Liberal Patronage Jobs

Marijuana Patronage Boom!!!
posted on 2nd July 2018
by irishroverpei

I suspect there are a lot of excited people hanging around the Liberals these days. They are anticipating the new rules around the legalization of marijuana and the huge patronage boom that will surely follow. It seems government cant trust local business people to run and regulate the sale of this product. They must purchase .renovate or rent expensive premises from liberal lackeys, then appoint their faithful to lucrative salaried positions. All this will be done at the expense of island tax payers. . Surely we can ensure the safe selling of marijuana into the hands of islanders and their businesses.. The government can set the rules and be firm in there execution without creating another branch of patronage. However, none of this will happen until we change the way island governments operate. Sadly, patronage remains the key to successive Liberal/Conservative governments. Its enough to drive a man to smoking pot!!!
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Senior Citizen or Old Sailor

What is a Senior Citizen or Old Sailor??
Posted on 28th June 2018 by irishroverpei

A Senior Citizen is one who was
here before; The pill, Television,
frozen foods, contact lenses, credit
cards and before man walked on
the Moon.
For us, ‘Time sharing’ meant
togetherness not holiday homes.
A ‘Chip’ meant a small sliver of
wood. Hardware meant nuts and
bolts. Software wasn’t even a
word.
We got married first then lived
together and thought ‘Cleavage’
was something the butcher did.
A ‘Stud’ was something that
fastened a collar to a shirt and
‘Going all the way’ meant staying
on a double decker to the bus
depot.
We thought ‘Fast food’ was what
you ate in Lent, a ‘Big Mac’ was an
over sized raincoat and ‘crumpet’
we had for tea.
In our day ‘Grass’ was mowed, ‘Pot’
was something you cooked in,
‘Coke’ was kept in the coal shed
and a ‘Joint’ was cooked on
Sundays!
We are today’s Senior Citizens. A
hardy bunch when you think how
the World has changed.
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