Tuesday - March 16, 2010

Today in History… and other fun stuff

Vilmar reminds us that today is the anniversary of Rachel Corrie’s claim to fame: death by bulldozer. (Google the moonbat yourself if you don’t know/remember)

However, as I reminded Vilmar in a comment on his post, today is also the birthday of James ‘Father of the Constitution’ Madison (also our fourth President)

This evening I was innocently opening the bills in preparation for paying them. The phone bill contained a surprise:

You are Included in a Class Action Settlement Involving Your DSL Service

I hate class-action lawsuits. How dare they include me without my permission! This is just a way for liberal lawyers to attack capitalism. If we ever get any tort reform, part of that should be the outlawing of class-action lawsuits. But I digress. What was the lawsuit about?

A proposed Settlement has been reached in a class action lawsuit alleging that AT&T failed to deliver DSL Service to its customers at the speeds promised.

It goes on to state that their records show that my DSL service was not affected. However, if I believe it was I can submit a claim for a one-time payment of…

Wait for it…

$2.00!

I get a whopping $2.00. How much did the lawyers get? And how much will my DSL service go UP PER MONTH as a result?

When I signed up for DSL, AT&T offered three different speed plans. I chose the middle one (don’t ask, I don’t remember the speeds) which I’ve had no complaints about. I WILL complain if my rates go up as a result of this ‘settlement’.

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   Friday - March 12, 2010

BATTLE OF THE CARTOONS ?

Can’t say I always care for Garland but I can’t deny he’s clever and , yeah, he is pretty damn good.  I have to remind myself that since I’m to the right of his general views, my opinions can often be colored. Still, no matter.  He has talent and he’s often funny as so many illustrators are and so ... here.

From the Daily Telegraph

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Don’t We Wish

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‘And then the fight started…’

Flapjawman sent me these this morning. Flapjawman is a LtCol in Army Intelligence. I’ve known him since we started playing D&D together back in ‘74. I’d post his pic but that might blow his cover. Anyway, enjoy!

My wife sat down on the settee next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, “What’s on TV?”

I said, “Dust”.

And then the fight started…

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My wife and I were watching “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” while we were in bed.. I turned to her and said, “Do you want to have sex?”

“No,” she answered.

I then said, “Is that your final answer?”

She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, “Yes.”

So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”

And then the fight started....

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”

My loving wife of 5 years replied, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”

And that’s how the fight started…

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I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get so stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn’t believe it.... He was a DWARF!!! He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, “I AM NOT HAPPY!!!”

So, I looked down at him and said, “Well, then which one are you?”

And then the fight started.....

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.”

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started…

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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her some place expensive… so, I took her to a petrol station.

And then the fight started…

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, “Unbutton your shirt”. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, “That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me,” and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, “You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.”

And then the fight started…

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, “Do you know her?”

“Yes,” I sighed, “She’s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.”

“My God!” says my wife, “who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”

And then the fight started…

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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason took my order first. “I’ll have the steak, medium rare, please.”

He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”

“Nah , she can order for herself.”

And then the fight started…
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A woman was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to her husband, “I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.”

The husband replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”

And then the fight started......

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   Thursday - March 11, 2010

‘The Wreck of the… uh… Barack Hussein?’

Lisa Farizio owes Gordon Lightfoot an apology.

The legend lives on from old Honest Abe on down
Of the group that they call “Grand Old Party.”
The media it’s said gave her up for half dead
Though in truth she is still hale and hearty.
But in two-thousand eight she fell under the great weight
Of a candidate too weak to steer her.
That good ship and true failed in states that were blue
When the gales of November came callin’.

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   Wednesday - March 10, 2010

TEHRAN TO LONDON ……….  Something way,way off the norm for my posting habits.

Over a year ago I heard this young lady on the radio as a panelist on a brilliant program called Just a Minute.  I didn’t quite catch her last name and at the time didn’t even bother trying to look it up on the BBC site.  But as time went on and she appeared a few more times in the coming yrs, I started to take more note of her.  Actually, her appearance on the radio made fans of us almost at once.  Unfortunately, she isn’t a regular on that program and it’s easy to lose track of entertainers when there are tons of other things to do and you don’t own a TV.  Then, this past wkend in one of the Sunday magazines that come with the papers, I found a profile on her.  Prior to this I only knew she was originally from Iran and came to England as a toddler. 

Here’s a success story of an immigrant whose family left the madhouse of the ayatollahs and found a home and freedom here.

I thought this was worthy of a post on it’s own.  Not to say that everyone who YTs her looking for her act will be fans of her humor. What we have seen we have enjoyed very much.  This is a bright and talented woman we admire.  Here’s her story. 

Shappi Khorsandi: From Tehran to Enid Blyton

The stand-up comedian recalls the often comic upheaval of fleeing to Britain with her family from Iran in 1979

You can tell by the names my parents gave me and my brother that they never planned to leave our native Iran for good. Had they known they would end up raising us in England, they would have given us Persian names that the English could pronounce more easily — like Darius and Cyrus, Dara and Sara. They would not have named us Shaparak and ­Peyvand, thus condemning us to childhoods of being called Shakkattack and Pavement.

Our names, though, turned out to be the least of our problems when we ended up in exile after my satirist father had insisted on writing jokes that criticised the mullahs. The ruling clerics have never been known for their sense of humour, nor their interest in freedom of speech, and it was made clear to my father, by a 3,000-strong mob that stood outside his Tehran office in 1979 chanting “Death to Hadi Khorsandi”, that it was probably best to leave Iran quite quickly. That figure of 3,000 was only an estimate made later, by witnesses — my father didn’t stop to count.

So London became our refuge, and when my parents first took us to nursery school, the kindly, elderly teacher asked: “How old are your children, Mr Khorsandi?” Taking pride in his English, my father told her: “This one is half past three, and that one is half past four.”

Aged half past three, I spoke only Persian and thought English was a language you made up as you went along and everyone else would just magically understand: ­“Foroshh knoo allaw!” With my parents maintaining Persian at home, though, I soon became bilingual and able to sulk in two ­different languages.

While I discovered Enid Blyton and all the other delights of this new language, my father continued his attacks on the Iranian government through the cartoons, articles and poems he penned in the satirical newspaper he published and distributed to the Iranian diaspora. His newspaper, Asghar Agha (which roughly translates as Joe Bloggs), had a wide circulation among the Iranians who had fled the regime. But the popularity of Asghar Agha made my father a target even in exile. Many times I would answer the phone and be informed by an angry, growling voice that my father should be killed for his opinions. “Dad!” I would call. “It’s for you! I think it’s the Ayatollah!”

In 1984, when I was 11, I came home from school to find two burly Englishmen in our little flat. At that time, English strangers in our home were usually bailiffs, but these two gentlemen were sipping chai and enjoying Persian sweets. Iranians are widely regarded as the most hospitable of people, but even we draw a line at breaking bread with bailiffs. They were, I was told, plain-clothes police officers from Scotland Yard who had come to take us into hiding. They had uncovered a terrorist plot to kill my father. I had often wished that my father was a plumber, like Mark Johnson’s dad at school. Never more so than in that moment, though. Plumbers are almost never assassinated.

We went to Windsor, to a little bed and breakfast. My father was told that he mustn’t let a soul know where he was, so he only told around 20 of his closest friends who all joined us for our hiding party. After a few days we were assured it was safe to come home. We did, but I didn’t feel safe. I kept expecting someone to leap out from behind a tree and throw a grenade at us. We were still under police protection, which meant that from time to time officers would stop by, drink tea and talk about terrorists with my father. “You must check under your car for bombs, Mr Khorsandi,” they told him. So, every morning, before my father drove us to school, we would lie on our bellies in our drive and stare underneath our Ford Cortina. My father would crease his brow and say: “I don’t know what a bomb looks like. There could be 10 under there, I have no idea. Jump in, we’ll see what happens.”

Nothing bad did happen, but the threat that it might followed us to and from school, travelled with us on our holidays to Brighton and Blackpool, and hovered over us as we slept. From that day on, we lived in fear of losing each other.

For a terrorist, killing is just the tip of the iceberg. His job is to take away your peace of mind and to break the spirit of your supporters. They didn’t manage this with my father. Asghar Agha is online and going strong. As for myself, I have tried to spare my own son the traumas we went through. I don’t have a car, I have given him an easy name and I am instilling in him a healthy interest in plumbing.

Shappi Khorsandi will discuss her memoir, A Beginner’s Guide to Acting English, at the Sunday Times Oxford Literary Festival on Wednesday, March 24, at 8pm.

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   Tuesday - March 09, 2010

Bird causes traffic chaos in London after resisting multiple rescue attempts. something different

Yeah, I’ll get back to my usual bitching later I guess. It’s become my natural state seeing things the way they are. But this tickled the funny bone although I doubt others in traffic thought it funny. Mean birds too when they wanna be.

No, I’m not going to swan off! Bird causes traffic chaos in London after resisting multiple rescue attempts

By Daily Mail Reporter

As excuses go, it sounds unlikely - ‘Sorry I’m late, I got held up by a swan’.

But that’s what happened to these drivers after the bird decided to settle down in the middle of a bridge over the Thames.

There was traffic chaos for more than an hour as the creature resisted all attempts to shoo it out of the way.

It had been seen waddling over Kew Bridge in South-West London before sitting down for a rest, forcing police to hold up the traffic and carefully direct cars around it.

An onlooker said: ‘I was very impressed with the way the police cared about the safety of that swan.

‘After one hour the swan managed to fly away and the traffic went back to normal and the police reopened the road.

Swaaaneee, how I love ya,how I love ya my dear old ..?  Ah sorry for that.  Here’s the source and more.

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   Friday - March 05, 2010

Something to make everyone feel good.

My last for the day ... upstairs with a book (old technology).

Thought I’d leave you with this feel good video.yukyukyuk

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Can’t resist a bit of fun with this.  Prolly more familiar to Brits then Americans

So I should explain this first.
Until this morning I had never heard of this, and I have been to the UK and traveled widely over the years.
Apparently, gags about Essex girls are like all those jokes about blonds. But maybe more biting. I have no idea why.  I have been to Essex in the past and didn’t find anything jokey about the women there so haven’t a clue how these came to be.
Lyndon, Chris:  Any ideas?

Well, whatever the reason, this tickled the ole funny bone and so I have to share it. Oh yeah .... “smarties” are I believe, those choc. chips in the cookies below.
Torch, is Brit speak for flashlight.

I wonder if any of these jokes fall afoul of the laws of the land here with regard to offending anyone who doesn’t see the humor. I wonder if Essex girls and blonds qualify as a protected racial group. Wait, no. Can’t be. Blonds are Caucasian.

Heard the one about the Essex girls fed up with jokes about white stilettos? They set up a charity

By PAUL HARRIS
Last updated at 9:10 AM on 05th March 2010

She is bold, blonde and brassy, and her white stiletto heels are considerably sharper than her mind.

For decades, she has had to endure hurtful jokes that call into question everything from her intellect to her sexual preferences.

But now Essex Girl has a new champion. A charity has been set up to ‘empower’ the women of Essex to combat the image that has plagued them for so long.

Or, as the group puts it: ‘To stop them feeling disadvantaged and disenfranchised ... to broaden their vision, self worth and belief ... to inspire them to reach further, higher, and to live the dream of an enhanced future.’

Even for an Essex girl, it’s quite a mouthful. But organisers are adamant that it is time to call a halt to what project organiser Daphne Field called ‘the image of Essex Girls as dumb, stiletto-wearing, wine-swilling blondes’.

‘Our girls are bright and fun but then you see them crumble when people start putting them down for where they come from.

‘No one talks about the Kent Girl or the Hampshire Girl - we just ended up with this tag.

‘But there’s nothing wrong with being an Essex Girl.’

DAILY MAIL

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   Thursday - March 04, 2010

Those wacky Japanese…

Seems the world-wide recession has even hit Japanese pet owners. Instead of sending their pets to the usual pet groomers, they’ve opted for the pet washing machines

Japanese pet owners are trying to save money in today’s recession by having their dogs and cats washed in a specially designed machine instead of using groomers.

More and more people in the suburbs of Tokyo are using the vending machines that wash, rinse and blow dries their pets in about 30 minutes, Ananova reports.

A groomer at Joyful Honda pet market claims the process uses pure ozone water and is completely safe for the pet. One user, however, admitted it took his Yorkshire terrier a while to get used to the dryer.

The vending machine wash costs about $5 compared to approximately $30 for grooming.

Small print: $150 may be needed for pet therapy afterward.

Why yes! Thank you for asking. There is a video:

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   Tuesday - March 02, 2010

Trust me.  This really is funny. Especially for the folks on this side of the Atlantic.

Hey Drew, this is Littlejohn’s take on things here. See, it could be worse. At least back home we have more hills we can take to.

The year is 2015, the Queen leaves and the left wing PM becomes PM for life. And everything of course has an American tie in because the left is never responsible for anything wrong headed.  Course not. It starts in America.

In March 2015, the number of British citizens seeking asylum abroad overtook the number of people claiming asylum in Britain.

I’m not certain if our friends Chris and Lyndon will see the humor or maybe break out in tears and say it’s gonna happen.

Anyway, Littlejohn is quite conservative as I hope you all know. He is also brilliant.

Something else to inform friends in the USA.  Of all the presidents we have had and of all the criticism of any of them, with the possible exception of Barry Obama, I don’t think any politician in modern times has been as badly beaten up by the press and the man on the street as has Gordon Brown. In fact,, I think he’s been beaten up more then Obama.  Now that has to tell you something.

Brown’s Britain 2015 and even the Queen has fled

Richard Littlejohn
Daily Mail

Dateline: London, March 1, 2015

The State of Emergency introduced in May 2010 is to be extended for another five years, Prime Minister-for-Life Gordon Brown announced in London yesterday.

Such was the scale of the crisis facing the country that a General Election could only lead to instability.

Labour would continue in power indefinitely, Brown pledged. He was getting on with the job, taking the difficult decisions, which is what people wanted him to do.

This was no time for a novice, the Prime Minister-for-Life insisted. The people had spoken when they rejected the Etonian salesman Cameron in May 2010. There was no need for a fresh mandate.

Even though the Conservatives won the popular vote and became the largest party at Westminster, they failed to secure an overall majority in the Commons, as a result of boundary changes introduced by Labour.

For almost a week after the results were declared, Brown refused to leave Number 10 Downing Street. The only evidence that someone was still inside was the fusillade of mobile phones and computer keyboards being thrown out of the windows.

Eventually, he put out a deranged statement on YouTube in which he blamed the election result on the low turn-out caused by the worst winter weather in 30 years, which began in America.

When the Queen invited him to the Palace to ask for his resignation, he declined on the grounds that Sarah was washing her hair that day. He was getting on with the job, taking the difficult decisions, which is what people wanted him to do.

Several days later, Brown announced via Twitter that he intended to form a government of national unity. Although his initial overtures to the LibDems to join a coalition were rejected, Nick Clegg relented when Brown promised to introduce a full system of proportional representation during the lifetime of the Parliament.

In his first Budget, the new Chancellor Ed Balls said that Labour planned to increase ‘investment’ by £100 billion a year to stave off recession, which started in America.

This would include an immediate expansion of the council house building programme to accommodate the ten million extra immigrants expected to arrive in the next decade, as well as hundreds of thousands more unmarried, teenage mothers living on welfare.

Hedge fund managers and most of the City of London had already decamped abroad to avoid penal rates of taxation.

They were followed in quick succession by thousands of British plumbers and bricklayers, who decided to seek a better life in Poland.

The financial markets went into meltdown. When the pound plunged to parity with the Zimbabwean dollar, the IMF cut off Britain’s line of credit.

He claimed that he had the authority, since the threat from the economic crisis, which began in America, was at least as great as that posed by the Nazis in 1939, or his name wasn’t Winston Churchill.

As Britain was now a full province of the European Union, pursuant to a little-known clause hidden in the small print of the Lisbon Treaty, Parliament was abolished.

That was when Brown declared himself Prime Minister-for-Life. His position was endorsed by the new President-in-Perpetuity of Europe, Lord Mandelson, speaking from his official suite on board a Russian yacht off Corfu.

Protesters who tried to storm Downing Street were repelled by three divisions of the European Defence Force, under the command of an EU Reichsmarschall from the 17th Panzer Division, now garrisoned at Aldershot.

Six months later, Argentina invaded the Falklands again. This time the Argentines were welcomed with open arms. The islanders were so disillusioned with events back ‘home’ that they said they were ashamed to be British.

When Brown phoned the White House to ask for help, President Obama refused to take his call, on account of the fact he was playing golf with Tiger Woods.

With the Government distracted by the invasion overseas and by the food riots at home, Bradford, Leicester and Blackburn unilaterally declared that they were now independent Islamic states operating under Sharia law.

HERE FOR ALL OF IT

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A Different Approach

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   Friday - February 19, 2010

Silvio Berlusconi shortlists dental hygienist as political candidate. (score one for eye candy)

I thought I’d start the day, late as it is, with humor.  True, it isn’t so funny to many but hey.  Not so poor Silvio is keeping up the tradition of Italian stallions, or at least the perception, and someone has to do it ya know. It can’t be easy.  Plus, he provide the press with copy and usually that’s pretty funny.

Last week Mr Berlusconi caused another furore after joking that while Italy had succeeded in staunching the flow of Albanian illegal immigrants crossing the Adriatic, he would be prepared to make an exception for “beautiful girls”.

His ex wife sees no humor in his carrying on but hell.  She’s no innocent either. After all, he was married when she was seeing him. He finally left the wife for her and so his fidelity or lack thereof should have been no surprise.  And anyway, he’s Italian.  He has a stallion license.

Not all Silvio’s lassies are stunners however. So he’s an equal opportunity letch.

Silvio Berlusconi has shortlisted his dental hygienist to contest crucial elections next month, despite the furore caused by his attempts to promote showgirls as candidates last year.

By Nick Squires in Rome
Telegraph

The Italian prime minister has spent weeks denying reports that his party would stack its list of candidates with attractive young models or actresses.
But the 73-year-old premier was apparently unable to resist the charms of Nicole Minetti, a showgirl turned dental hygienist who he met when his teeth were being repaired after he was attacked by a man with a history of mental illness in Milan in December.

Despite the furore and the wrath of his wife caused by his attempts last year to promote a string of glamorous women as candidates for the European elections, Miss Minetti is reportedly now on a short list to run as a candidate for Mr Berlusconi’s People of Freedom (PDL) party in Lombardy, northern Italy.

A former dancer who has appeared on various TV variety shows, she graduated as a dental hygienist last November and within weeks was tending to the prime minister when he was treated in Milan’s San Raffaele Hospital for two broken teeth and a smashed nose following the assault on Dec 13.
Hers will not be the only pretty face in the ranks of Mr Berlusconi’s party as it seeks to consolidate its hold on power in the elections in 13 of Italy’s 20 regions at the end of March.
Graziana Capone, a law graduate and model who has been dubbed “the Angelina Jolie of Puglia,” the southern region from which she hails, was recently hired to help mould Mr Berlusconi’s image on television, La Repubblica reported. She had also been touted as a possible candidate in the elections.

A smiling Mr Berlusconi was photographed this week as he presented four women who hope to be elected as regional governors, two of whom have cover girl looks: Monica Faenzi and Anna Maria Bernini.
His penchant for favouring brains over beauty earned him exasperated criticism from the main opposition party.

“Berlusconi chooses candidates more for their good looks than for their experience,” said Anna Finocchiaro, the Senate leader of the Democratic Party. “He’s filled parliament with beautiful girls, albeit competent, but they don’t count for anything within the party.”

But loyalists within the ranks of his party angrily hit back. Margherita Boniver, an MP, told Corriere della Sera: “I’m astonished. You only have to look at the CVs of our candidates to understand that they are people who are dedicated to politics,” said Barbara Saltamartini, an MP who has responsibility for equal opportunities within the PDL, said that Miss Finocchiaro’s remarks had shown “that she is an enemy of women”.

The glamorous line-up invited comparisons with the row which broke out last year when Mr Berlusconi’s party proposed fielding a bevy of actresses, models and reality television starlets as candidates for the European parliament elections in June.

His wife, Veronica Lario, branded the plan “shamelessly tacky” and a week later demanded a divorce after nearly 30 years of marriage.
In the end most of the women were ditched from the line-up and only one, Barbara Matera, 27, a television presenter, actress and former Miss Italy contender, was elected to Brussels.

She revealed that her role model was Mara Carfagna, the former men’s magazine model who Mr Berlusconi made his equal opportunities minister when he returned to power in 2008.

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   Tuesday - February 16, 2010

MOM TELLS SON, STOP STEALLING CARS OR YOU’LL DIE. SON IGNORES AND BECOMES CRISPY CRITTER.

You ever get the feeling that kids and especially us guys, need to pay more attention to what mom says?

This jerk and his pals should have listened to mom.  But all is okay as the world is now minus four gremlins.

Of course the gremlins were turned into crispy critters when their stolen car crashed on, Killinghall Road.  Damn. Hows that for irony?

I might file this under humor.  Think about it. One of the moms knew for weeks her offspring was a thief, she didn’t turn him in and now he’s well done. lol.

‘Stop stealing cars or you’ll get killed’: Mother’s stark warning to joyrider hours before he died in fireball crash with three friends

By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 4:10 PM on 16th February 2010

Four young men who were killed when the stolen car they were driving crashed into a takeaway and exploded had been warned by their parents to stop joyriding, an inquest heard today.

James McClusky, 21, Craig James, 17, Robert Lynn, 16, and Thomas Tilleard, 15, all from Bradford, West Yorkshire, died when the stolen Subaru Impreza crashed while being chased by police in the early hours of December 11, 2008.

Officers used fire extinguishers in a vain attempt to save those engulfed in the blaze - caused when a gas main cracked in the chip shop in Killinghall Road in the Laisterdyke area of Bradford.

The building collapsed in the aftermath of the crash at around 4.35am.

Family statements read out at the inquest at Bradford Magistrates’ Court revealed the young men had a history of car theft.

Linda Tilleard, mother of Thomas, said the last time she saw her son was hours before the tragedy.

The ONLY tragedy here is the damage to the building. See link.

When he came to her house to get something to eat, she said: ‘Craig and Robert had acted as lookouts while Thomas ate because the police had been looking for him in relation to a previous car theft.’

In a witness statement read out in court, she said she had warned Craig about the dangers of joyriding.

She said: ‘I spoke to Craig. He told me they had stolen a Subaru motor car.

‘I replied to him, saying: “Keep out of the cars, you will get yourselves killed.” I had been telling them all that for weeks.’

LINK FOR PHOTOS AND REST OF HAPPY NEWS

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Not that very many people ever read this far down, but this blog was the creation of Allan Kelly and his friend Vilmar. Vilmar moved on to his own blog some time ago, and Allan ran this place alone until his sudden and unexpected death partway through 2006. We all miss him. A lot. Even though he is gone this site will always still be more than a little bit his. We who are left to carry on the BMEWS tradition owe him a great debt of gratitude, and we hope to be able to pay that back by following his last advice to us all:

1. Keep a firm grasp of Right and Wrong
2. Stay involved with government on every level and don't let those bastards get away with a thing
3. Use every legal means to defend yourself in the event of real internal trouble, and, most importantly:
4. Keep talking to each other, whether here or elsewhere

It's been a long strange trip without you Skipper, but thanks for pointing us in the right direction and giving us a swift kick in the behind to get us going. Keep lookin' down on us, will ya? Thanks.

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