Roundup

Roundup is a great weedkiller, especially when your spray unit works so you can spray your weed killer where the weeds are you want to kill.

Unfortunately I broke my sprayer.

Frankie Laine liked to roundup cows with the theme song to Rawhide in the 50s and 60s. But Frankie died the other day and now he's doing his roundup in Heaven.

Seeing as now I can't roundup my weeds and Frankie no longer rounds up his cows, I'll do a quick roundup of what is going down locally.

First up, our copper thief Joe Williams got himself some porridge to stir for a while - 2 months on our charge plus $100 reparation ordered, various pots of porridge and reparation owing on other charges he was found guilty on with all repayment to begin after September, after he is let out of jail.

In other news, the Tauranga City Council are wankers. Ok so we know local bodies are wankers anyway, but this lot have a new twist. They want to close 2 blocks of the Strand to all but service traffic so that the no-life latte brigade who like to sit and be stared at admired on the footpath while drinking their overpriced caffeine shots won't be forced to see, hear or smell cars on the road, despite the fact that neither the aforementioned no-life latte brigade or the overpriced, over indulged cafes they inhabit pay even one cent more to the council for the use of the city-owned footpaths. It's not that long ago that shops weren't even allowed signs on the the footpath that might impede pedestrians; now they are allowed tables and chairs. Go figure. But the loud, smelly diesel trains on the main line between the port and most of the rest of the country are still going to run on schedule right across the street.

The council will continue to take our parking meter money even if we can't get to where we want to go and back within time (or within reach), and they will continue to to take our rates money to fund the street maintenance and beautification even though we won't all be able to walk that far to see it (especially when the council's parking nazis are filling up the disability parking spaces) and the council will continue to put flashy, unimportant things like eating and drinking all over the footpath above the simple right of the disabled, rate paying pedestrian to have access to 2 city blocks of retail outlets.

And they wonder why no one bothers to shop downtown any more. There will be even less shoppers in there soon. That will give those retailers who have a little more vision something to back them up, no doubt.

But the biscuit goes to Jim Walker, the dipshit at Jim's Music Room who wants the same thing done on Grey Street, in fact the whole CBD. He reckons that in 30 years he has never sold anything to a car. He'll never sell anything to someone who can't walk halfway down Grey Street to his stupid little shop in the next 30 years, either, not if they remove the ability to drive a vehicle into the CBD and in particular Grey Street. Mind you, his stupid little shop wasn't exactly disabled-person friendly last time I went in there anyway, but modern retailers don't let little things like room to wield a walking stick or crutch, wheelchair or stroller stand in the way of filling their shops with more rubbish and junk than you can shake a stick at.

Once more Tauranga City Council proves it has brain dead zombies at the top making dumb decisions that never impact on their own overpaid little lives, only the lives of those who pay their wages and they only want to hear submissions from the retailers concerned ...
"All businesses will be given the opportunity to submit feedback to Tauranga City Council, which plans to begin the six-month trial in October." ...

not the little people they fuck with.

How unusual. It will be the same people voted this council in as voted for Captain Testicles as our MP. Just goes to show what a joke all politics really are.

Dumbest statement of the week award:

"The one thing I can say after retailing here for 30 years is that I have never sold anything to a car. I'd like to see the whole of the CBD shut down to cars," said Mr Walker. Mr Cass agreed: "It's a bloody brilliant idea," he said.

Hold that thought, assholes.