The Government has today approved a ban on a range of products sold in head shops. The ban will take another three months to enforce however, as it requires EU approval. The Government says the move – under the Misuse of Drugs Act – will mean head shops will not be able to sell the so-called ‘legal highs’ from June – source.

So, what else do Head Shops sell apart from ‘legal highs’? I’ve never been in one, preferring my highs to be more on the illegal side (they seem better that way), but would I be right to assume they sell rizlas and bongs and packets of roaches and stuff like that?

Hardly the kind of product that requires a Head Shop ever 500 yards like there is now. Welcome to the scratcher, Head Shop workers.

And well done Joe Duffy for putting people out of business. You must be awful proud, you Ballymun bollocks.

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Even if the moderator is me.

Crime doesn’t pay. Cheaters and thieves never prosper. My hoop.

If you have a neck like a jockey’s bollocks and no compunction about creating eight different kinds of truth then you’re all set. Bertie Ahern, we know what he’s done, what he’s gotten away with, what he’s failed to explain, what he did with his confirmation money and how he lives the life of Riley on the taxpayers dime.

Yet when you look to Tribunals to reign him in, to dish out a little sliver of justice, perhaps, they can’t do it. And if they can’t then you can only hope that the fates have it in for him. A little karma. Go on, not much. Just a bit. We’re not greedy. We’ll take what we can get. Just as long as it’s something. A dose of gout or a chauffeur who is a really bad driver.  Anything.

Well, here’s the thing, karma, providing him with €10,000 winning lottery ticket is not quite what we had in mind. While the rest of us are waking up to news that we’re going to forced to pay into a pension scheme whether we like it or not (what are the taxes and PRSI we pay now for, btw?), Bertie, the slippery little cunt, has another €10,000 he doesn’t need in his back pocket.

So what’s the point of being nice and decent and hard working and honest when all you do is have your wallet inserted in your rectal tract, then routinely emptied by the snarling cock of government?

I hope that money brings him happiness. Or, to put it another way, I hope it brings him a slow and painful death, the horrible little cunt.

Puts me in mind of this. They must be gutted that more people haven’t died.

“Come on aftershocks!”

This weekend consisted of:

Beer, but not too much beer.

Playing football, perhaps too much football.

Watching football, not enough football, too much violence, not enough red cards, just the right amount of non-handshakes.

Driving, stuck behind somebody who thought the 30kmh speed limit for the city centre applied everywhere and poodled along, hugging the middle of the road so it was impossible to overtake. I honestly, seriously, truly, wanted to ram them off the road.

Eating squid and pizza but not squid pizza.

And that was about it. I remember when weekends consisted of very different things but if you ask me do I miss the sun coming up and the dirty grey hollowness of a Sunday afternoon that began on Saturday night I have to tell you I do not.

If you haven’t heard about it you basically connect and it connects you with someone else for a video chat type thing. I was curious after seeing this post but it’s genuinely a scary, scary place.

They said it was just full of cocks. How very true.

Chatroullete.com

It has been a complainy week and now we have Friday. A day on which many people simply choose not to use the internet. Thus making the day even more dull as nobody’s fighting with anyone or other good.

Perhaps one good thing might be that this fascination people have with that Crystal Swing load of horse cunt might wear off. Regular readers will no I hold no truck with the ’so bad it’s good’ brigade and that creepy family are worse than bad.

Yet there I go getting all complainy. There’s only one thing to spark this Friday into life, as I eagerly await your submissions in the comments, a racist dragon, the best kind of dragon there is.

Laughable website, conceptually wretched and quite sad really. People submit their business ideas to win prize money. If that’s your thing, go look.

However, someone just posted this.

Classic.

via Mulley

Interesting headline in today’s Irish Times:

Greens will not be ‘found wanting for ethics’

This is according to Mary White, deputy leader of the party that has ensured the country will be bankrupted by NAMA and has propped up the most corrupt, useless administration in Irish history.

Mary White could get a job as a headline writer, for sure:

‘Jews have nothing to fear’ – Hitler

Local man Josef Fritzl lifts lid on child rearing success

Chelsea captain reinvents concept of monogamy

Pol Pot on course to make country great again

Mary Coughlan to create 500 jobs as new PR team for An Tánaiste announced

Still, the Greens should be thanked for ensuring we haven’t spent the last couple of days wittering on about a couple of stupid letters instead of concentrating on the real issues.

Oh.

Jim’s post on OTR is well worth a read. So what next? Will someone have been found to have used their position as TD to get a free pint in their local or a discount at their local carwash? These are matters of great national importance and until we sort these out then we have no hope of fixing the big problems.

Was in a pub earlier in the week and sitting at a table across from me were three likely looking lads. The sort of lads that if you opened your door and found them standing there hitting bats into their open palms you’d think ‘Oh flaps, I am done for’.

Saying they were rough around the edges would be kind to them. The curious thing though was that two of them were drinking pints of Guinness, which is fairly normal, the third guy was drinking glasses of Rosé, which is not.

I suppose it just goes to show you can’t judge people by appearances (apart from the ones whose faces you hate the minute you look at them). He was a big chap, in fairness, slightly round of belly so maybe he had been advised by the doctor to stay away from the Guinness. Rosé just seemed an odd choice to me as I sipped gently on my Pimms.

So Trevor Sargent resigned. Conspiracies abound. Was it:

a ) Fianna Fail looking for revenge for the shafting of Slick Willie

b) Fine Gael looking to make it look like Fianna Fail were looking for revenge for the shafting of Slick Willie

c) The Greens trying to make it look it like they had some kind of moral compass and when an issue came up they’d resign straight away instead of clinging on like a desperate rat like Slick Willie

Personally, I think it’s A although I wouldn’t rule out B. C we can discount straight away because even the Greens know at this stage that nobody believes they have an ounce of morality over anything. If they can support NAMA an ill-advised letter to the cops is hardly a big issue.

If it is A then it’s just more proof that FF are more interested in getting their own back than running the country. B I don’t have a big problem with if that’s the case. It’s stuck another hole in the bow of the leaky boat and the more holes there are the sooner it sinks.

What’s clear though is that none of them really give a fuck about anything other than being in government. Not to effect change, not to do what the people elected them to do and act in their best interests, just to be in power and have cars and the money and the women and piles of cocaine and Swarovski dildo/butt plug combo.

The sooner this shambles of an administration comes to an end the better. I’m looking forward to the all new shambles FG and Labour will create. At the very least it’ll provide some new material.