During the days of live sheep exports from Australia a ship laden with sheep sunk. There was one sheep, a shepherd and his dog who were the only survivors and they managed to reach a desert island.
After a month the shepherd started to get amorous towards the sheep but every time he made advances the dog would attack him.
A plane crashed nearby and the sole person left alive was a beautiful woman who the shepherd rescued and looked after.
One day the woman said to him “You rescued me, built me a hut caught fish and feed me is there anything at all I can do for you, anything just ask.” “Yes” he replied. “You couldn’t take this bloody dog for a walk for me please.”
Two Irishmen were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A blonde walks by and asked them what they were doing. Paddy replied, 'We're supposed to be finding the height of this flagpole, but we don't have a ladder.' The blonde took out an adjustable spanner from her bag, loosened a few bolts and laid the flagpole down. She got a tape measure out of her pocket, took a few measurements, and announced that it was 18 feet 6 inches. Then, she walked off. Mick said to Paddy, 'Isn't that just like a blonde! We need the bloody height, and she gives us the length!
The lead story on the front page of the March issue Fishing and Outdoors shows how desperate DoC is to carry on their systematic poisoning of NZ’s once great outdoors - which is public property.
It would appear even the NZ police have tainted themselves being coerced by DoC into wrongfully prosecuting Graeme Sturgeon.
DoC's spin machine with the use of taxpayer money, has convinced most of the NZ public as well as visitors to this country into believing the myth of “invasive pests.”
The general public and visitors know nothing of the damage caused by the systematic blanket poisoning with the super toxin 1080 that it is supposedly the saviour of our wildlife. In fact it’s the ruin of our wildlife.
OSPRI, TB Free or Animal Health Board is in cahoots with DOC. It represents a bloated bureaucracy, spinning lies to farmers and public about the mythical Tb story.
TB could be eradicated overnight if proper testing was done.
In anywise NZ has been Tb-free by international standards for a decade. Still OSPRI juggernaut grinds on.
Inflated salaries and bureaucratic empires are at stake. It is no wonder the DoC and its supporters will go to any lengths to protect its destructive ways by straight out lying.
It is a monstrous gravy train built around lies.
However too many of the Hunting and Fishing public are lethargic. They are apathetic, lazy and selfishly not interested. They need to get rid of that.
If more good honest kiwis such as Graeme Sturgeon stood up and were counted, this systematic poisoning of NZ would come to an end. Apathy has to stop and the many more that know and enjoy the outdoors in lots of different ways have to stand up and be counted.
1. Look closely at the signs on the road that show you the speed limit. The number indicated is the maximum speed you can travel. Whether you’re on foot, bike or car.
2. Try to locate your car’s speedometer. You normally find it somewhere in front of the driver’s seat, on the dashboard. It has an arrow pointing to the number that reflects the car’s speed. On newer cars, the speed is sometimes displayed digitally, with numbers.
3. This last point is also the hardest. Adjust your speed according to the number shown on the road sign. The police cannot fine you if you do not drive over this number.
Strangely, there seem to be surprisingly too few who are aware of this simple yet genius trick. And best of all, if you stick to it, you’ll never have to pay a speeding fine ever again. Even better — the road will become much safer for everyone!
4. If you wish to travel at a speed slower than the speed signs allow let other traffic pass by pulling as far left as practicable and if you come to a passing lane carry on at the same speed as you have been travelling. If you speed up when you come to a passing lane you are an inconsiderate arsehole.
An Auckland policeman spots a huge black guy dancing on the roof of a Ford Sierra car. He radios for backup. "A big black guy is dancing on the roof of an old Ford car." "You can't say that over the radio!" replies the comms operator, "You must use politically correct terminology." "OK!" he says: "Zulu.... Tango... Sierra!"
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