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Very nicely arrayed.

So much paperwork. I’m so sorry.

But look on the bright side: because of the requirement for professional endorsements, you’ll have to mix with polite society. You’ll soon become That American Weasel, Now English Socialite (with tea and scones and crumpts!) Imagine the power and influence you’ll wield!

“No, King Harry. It shall not be nice to cut and run on the Iraqis. Stay ye put.”

“Ah, right, Lady Weasel of Badgery.”

I’m thinking of having a t-shirt made up that says “That Dreadful American Woman.” Just to save everybody the trouble of hearing me speak and coming to their own conclusion.

The reason they won’t let you take a mobile phone into the building is In Case You Learn The Awful Truth and try to blurt it out.

I had some professional dealings with some folks from DHS recently. My conclusion: Oh sweet Jebus we’re screwed.

Yay, I just heard the news on the radio. Ahnold wants to raise taxes on oil and gas produced in California. Which means my county will get screwed economically. Kern county is the biggest producer in the state.

Those oil and gas jobs? Pffftttt! Hey, we’ll just raise taxes to deal with the new unemployment. “Why, I say your head is on fire, here let me put the fire out with gasoline.”

I think I’ll move to Belize. Yeah, it’s not exactly first world there, but they speaka da engles.

You just inadvertently pointed out why nationalized health care will never take hold in the US – if we required everyone to be legally registered to see a doctor, the illegal immigrants ‘rights’ group would scream like Howard Dean.

The no cell phone thing is for your own good, Weas. That way you won’t be frantically calling Uncle B. with “Ohmygawd the pods have PEOPLE in them and one of them looks just like ME NO STAY AWAY AAAAAAAA!” *click*

Really, he’d just worry. Like he says, the Awful Truth.

You don’t have to be registered with a doctor here, Alice H – it’s optional.

If you want, you can opt for purely private medical treatment – which I have at times. In fact I’m not presently registered with any sawbones.

Scooby Doo checks and Scooby Doo underwear?? How interesting. How is it America is losing such a fine member of the stoat family?

You just inadvertently pointed out why nationalized health care will never take hold in the US

We have it already. The illegals get it, we pay for it. Enough of we are tired of paying for our own and want it free too. (managed care – insurance…same thing. Bureaucratic bullshit and redtape…already driving the good doctors away.)
Thing is, noone cares to address the cost, so that everyone can pay as they go, on their own.

Remember to ask for your probe as a souvenir.

Just wait till they’ve taken it out.

Dear God…..they should grant you everything immediatly just because you had to go to Hartford to take care of any part of this! That there is some kinda true love!

Oh, shit. I had some guy in tonight trying to fix my ThinkPad. He blanched when I told him I was driving in to Hartford tomorrow.

I could have gotten an appointment in Boston, but Boston scares me juiceless. I guess ignorance is bliss (for as long as it lasts).

I’m off tomorrow….you blew the perfect opportunity for a meet and drink many brewsgreet in beantown. I’d have even paid.

Hmmmm.

Do you have to get shots?

And here I was thinking about maybe moving and living overseas, but you know what? Screw it. Maybe when I have the money, but not now. And since I could very realistically get laid off in about a month, that would be, oh, probably a few months after never. I don’t want to declare bankruptcy at 25! I don’t want to go on the cart! I feel happy! Maybe I’ll join the Marines.

Enough of my rambling. You sound like you’re having fun.

Cheer up! At least over here, when we say our elected representatives ‘pee on us and tell us it’s raining’, it isn’t meant literally:

http://ace.mu.nu/archives/277914.php

🙂

Ah, England. Where the Sun is a rarity to be treasured, the veggies boiled, the beer warm, and the women cold. And horselike. NTTAWRT.

By Heaven, I think you’ll be a tremendous improvement on the local landscape. 🙂

Unless you’re moving to Scotland or Northumbria, of course. Or worse, Wales.

[…] our womenfolk are leaving. For Old Blightey, no less. Dang. Best wishes and good luck to both of them. And […]

Anal probe – not fun ~ bring us back a souvenir.
I just went to Disneyland. Sunday was bat day, which is like ten times worse than gay day. But at least gay peoples are happy. No one was smiling. It was cold, crowded, and vampire wannabes look like poo in natural light.

Have you considered bribery?

I understand all those government paperwork types from the UK absolutely cannot resist Thomas’s English Muffins!

(it’s the nooks and crannies)

“I understand all those government paperwork types from the UK absolutely cannot resist Thomas’s English Muffins!”

That might work. As long as a low fat spread (no high cholesterol butter in Brown’s Britain!) was used. Oh, and don’t forget the mandatory healthy option.

I’ve just had fish and chips with bread and butter for my tea. I wonder how many laws I broke in McDoom’s modern Britain?

Speaking of which, it was nice to see Cameron give the one-eyed snot-gobbling lefty a good kicking today in PMQs. Very nice indeed.

Speaking of which, it was nice to see Cameron give the one-eyed snot-gobbling lefty a good kicking today in PMQs. Very nice indeed.

May there be a link for us ignorant yet entertainment-starved Americans?

Sorry for the delay Musli – I was listening to some Skeptoid.com stuff. Didn’t see your message.

Anyway, Sky News has a bit of the exchange. Frankly, it was nice to see Cameron raise his voice in anger. He usually just seems like a passive pussy.

This is the full exchange, I think.

Strange, I had fish and chips today, too. I wonder if it’s contagious?

“Frankly, it was nice to see Cameron raise his voice in anger.”

I have little (if any) time for Cameron, but his anger at the breezy dismissal seemed genuine and unforced.

And judging by the immediate, screeching U-turn made by Ed Balls on the wisdom of letting the woefully inadequate Susan Shoesmith investigate her own department, it hit home:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7725415.stm

“I had fish and chips today, too. I wonder if it’s contagious?”

Ditto! Maybe it is. Sadly, cooked in oil, as is the custom down South. Not in beef dripping, as is the custom ‘oop North’, and which makes them taste that little bit better…

Ahhhh…Uncle B has a secret source on the South Coast that still cooks ’em in beef tallow. It’s not nearby, but he makes a pilgrimage from time to time. That’s where he was today, while I was getting biometricated.

Why does “biometricated” sound like it involves a speculum?

Weasel is back then, in one piece? Are you our weasel or a replacement government-weasel-droid? Can you prove it?

Quick, Weasel (if that is your real name): What’s the significance of the letters PFL?

AAHHHHHHH…Pretty Fucking Lame? Pure Fuzzy Lamas? Ach! Pass! Oh, god…now what?

Oh! You got it the wrong way around, JW. It’s PLF. Everybody knows that.

That’s the real Weasel!

Ha-HA! It was a trick question!!!! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!1!!

/meh

Yo Stoatie, this should cheer ya up!

http://www.superobamaworld.com/

JuliaM – are we, by some chance, related?

As The Weasel relates, I have found one source of F&C properly cooked in beef dripping and every week or so I drive over 20 miles to eat there.

In fact, it’s almost a necessity as I can’t manage F&C cooked in conventional oils any longer. Heaven knows why (though I suspect it’s a gall bladder issue – that, or some intolerance problem) deep fat fried food in the usual deodorised, anti-foaming goo most restaurants use gives me the screaming ab-dabs. Beef dripping, however, I can handle.

Just as well, of course, as it tastes so much better!

So… fish and chips it was – and glorious, too.

I have booked a regular table for when Old Stoatie joins me 😉

PLF? Parachute Landing Fall, of course.

Feet… Knees… Face… Ooof!

“I have found one source of F&C properly cooked in beef dripping and every week or so I drive over 20 miles to eat there.”

I don’t blame you in the slightest! You just can’t beat the taste. Cooking chips in oil afterwards just seems….wrong, somehow…