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Declaration of War: Big Angry Trev vs the entire Mosquito race!

Listen up you little blood-sucking bastards!

For my entire life you have harassed me without provocation.  As a teenager you bit me, after the bubbling hormones within my skinny, acne-laced frame.  In my 20’s you swarmed me, no doubt to get drunk considering my blood-alcohol content was always simmering at a .049  In self-defense I’ve swatted you, I’ve slapped you, I’ve squashed you and yet you’ve persisted.  But much like war in parts of the middle-east, where  blood feuds are passed down culturally from one generation to the next creating a never ending cycle of violence, in my 30’s you have set your descendants upon the path of carrying on your jihad against me.  But not only have you done the unconscionable of corrupting your own kids beliefs, you have now done the unforgivable, the unthinkable, the most evil thing I could think of…

You have declared war on my children!

You filthy, flying f*ckers!  My son is not yet 4 and my daughter is not even 2 and yet you descend upon them like little airborne needles and bite them relentlessly to suck their very life’s blood!  These innocent little cherubs, whose only sin is not letting their parents get enough sleep, are now the focus of your attacks! Your numbers have become such on our farm that we cannot step out our front door without layers of bug repellent on and if we forget my kids a covered in welts before we reach the edgeof the veranda.  You have taken our feud WAY too far!

So I am no longer content to simply be on the defensive, to squash you as you do kamikaze runs to pierce my epidermis.  To protect my family I will be taking our war to you!  I will be upending every source of water on the property so you have nowhere to breed – your young squirming as they expire upon the ground. I will be mowing all the long grasses in our paddocks, giant whirling blades of death destroying your safe houses.  I will never leave my home without swatters swinging from my belt, ready to slap you out of the air upon sight, the cheap neon plastic crushing your limbs and wings, caving in your skulls until your minuscule brains shoot our your long proboscis.  I will even resort to chemical warfare, patrolling my dwelling with giant spray cans full of airborne poisons, it entering your tiny lungs and choke the life from you until you drop out of the air, writhing in pain until death takes you.

The pale avenger!
The pale avenger!

This is WAR mutha f*ckers!  And you aint seen shit yet!  I will KILL each and every one of you on sight!  I will hunt you down – the men, the women, the larva!  I will POISON, I will CRUSH! YOUR LAMENTATION OF THE MOSSIE-HOLOCAUST WILL BE GREAT AND I WILL SEE YOUR ENTIRE RACE DESTROYED!  CRY HAVOC AND LET SLIP THE BUG ZAPPERS OF WAR!

You should never have gone after my kids – you guys are f*cking dead!

The joy and dignity of Being Bearded!

Well here we are again, the first Saturday of September.  In Australia the first Sunday in September signals Fathers Day, a great day for men who are Dads.  But if prodigy you have not, then there is also just as manly a day that comes before – WORLD BEARD DAY!  A day where around the world men who have adorned their faces with the bristles of power and the whiskers of righteousness can come together and let their spirits soar!

 

There is a certain kinship between those of the bearded persuasion.  No, I’m not talking about those who grow them because their religion demands it, or because the other members of their particular Bikie club bully them to.  I’m talking about your average Joe that truly chooses to – your man on the proverbial street who decides that the smooth of chin is not the way of life for them.  The man who decides that for both fashion and practicality he needs A BIG, BUSHY BEARD!

Can you possibly imagine any form of reality where you would NOT find this sexy?
Can you possibly imagine any form of reality where you would NOT find this sexy?

 

When you are of the heavily whiskered variety and you see another of your ilk, a nod of acknowledgement as you go by is all you need.  It speaks volumes – it says “I understand you and I approve of your lifestyle choice”.  One can even go further with adding a very slight widening of the eyes and an infinitesimal raise of the eyebrow – this says “That beard is damn impressive man”.  These are saved for those whose beard is so thick it requires a bi-weekly visit from Jims Gardening to keep it under control, not that any bearded man worth his salty whiskers would dream of getting another man in to do manual labor for him.

And that is another thing the beard tells the world.  It says “I have testicles and they are sizable!  I can change a tyre, I can cook a steak.  I can make sweet love to a woman with such expertise she won’t even notice I’m still belching from the 6-pack & pizza I consumed before climbing aboard!”. You can trust the bearded to dig a trench, build a cabin, stick your dragon in a dungeon; the bearded man is your friend.

I feel great empathy for those who cannot grow a beard.  I honestly believe it is the source of most teen violence, for these poor lads have nary a whisker and it causes them such pain they feel the need to break windows and rob old ladies of their pension money.  I think it is also why so many women experience mood swings when menstruating – “I can’t grow a beard AND I’m bleeding from my genitalia?!  What kind of sick god would do this?!” – I’d be pretty mad at the world too.

If you are a man who is capable of growing a beard and chosen not to, I would heavily rethink your decision.  The beard is invaluable; it keeps your face warm in winter, it catches crumbs of food to keep you sated when hungry – why do you think the cavemen all had beards, because the triple blade hadn’t been invented yet?  No – their beards kept them warm and fed and thus alive.  Like having a mother made of follicles stuck to your face.  Indeed without beards the human race would not been able to survive and thus evolve and we all wouldn’t be here today.

So on World Beard Day celebrate your beard!  And if you are of the non-bearded variety go up to a bearded man and give him a couple of bucks and a corn-beef sandwich and say “Thank you.  Thank you oh bearded one for keeping society alive!”  He will modestly accept your acclaim, you money… then eat your sandwich.

Happy World Beard Day my hirsute brethren! 

 

The Official World Beard Day website can be found HERE

For a Great Aussie Band try THE BEARDS

The NEWEST most evil animal in the world!

For years I have believed, quite rightly, that Octopus were truly the most evil of all animals (for details on why I believed this the case please see my blog post HERE).  However I have to be man enough to admit when I am wrong, when I have made a mistake.  Because I have discovered an animal that is even MORE evil that Octopus, a creature that causes such pain and misery that it’s eradication is well overdue.

 

This evil creature is the Australian Paralysis Tick.

Who knew the ultimate evil would be so small? I always thought it would look like my ex-wife - though there is a certain resemblance with the hair legs and pincer-like mouth
Who knew the ultimate evil would be so small? I always thought it would look like my ex-wife – though there is a certain resemblance with the hairy legs and bulbous arse

What this tick does is truly abominable, truly evil, truly horrendous. This little bastard will bite some animal like a bandicoot or something and take something called alpha-gel from the animal away with it. Then when this gelled-up tick see’s you it leapfrogs on like the mini-assassin it is.  It crawls inside your clothing and bites you to suck your blood, little vampire fragger, and deposits some of the gel.  Now this can cause things like rashes or even an anaphylactic reaction.  But there is something it’s bite does that goes waaaay beyond that.

It’s bite… wait for this… it’s bite can make you ALLERGIC TO RED MEAT!

 

Let me say it again so the full horror of this can sink in…

IT’S. BITE. CAN. MAKE. YOU. ALLERGIC. TO. RED. MEAT! 

 

Have you ever heard of anything so frighteningly horrible in all your days?!  You can’t eat red meat anymore!  You can never in your life have a steak again – ever!  No pork, beef or lamb for you for the rest of your now miserable days!

I don’t believe in suicide personally, but f*ck me!  If ever something was going to make me put a bullet through my own brainpan it would be that!

There are three true joys of life: Family, Transformers and Meat.  Those are the top three without question, undebatable.  Beer & Hobby Farming come a close 4th and 5th but those are the three that truly make life special, bring joy to your soul, let you know that the world is a wondrous place (yeah sex is good too and probably up there when you are young, but when you have a family it’s just a nice treat for those ultra-rare times when the kids are asleep and you are both not exhausted).

Anyway, imagine yourself sitting outside on a sunny spring day, having lunch with your family on your little farm, watching the bee’s and butterflies flying from tree to tree pollinating your fruit crop.  Birdsong in the air.  Your son is playing with his Stunticons at the table while you have your latest Protectobot sitting inside awaiting your attention.  You have a beer in one hand and sitting in front of you is…. a salad.

What is wrong with this picture?

Hmmmm.  Family – tick.  Transformers – tick.  Hobby Farm – tick.  Beer – tick.  Meat…..

…. where the f*ck is the f*cking meat?! No good tick there because some bad tick decided to f*cking bite you!

Now I don’t mind veggies, hell I grow a lot of’em.  But they are the secondary food source, they are there to add a little colour to your meal which by all rights should have a steak so big it’s overlapping the edges of the plate.  To take that away from someone, to deny someone that true pleasure for the rest of their lives….. I’m getting all teary just thinking about those poor souls it has happened to.  Yes you can technically still eat chicken and fish – but for every damn meal? Forever?! And fish is a honorary meat at best, ranked alongside cheese and potatoes.

So that’s what this bastard of a creature does – truly the total prick of the animal world!  Apparently this tick lives on the east coast of Australia, spread out from Lakes Entrance in Victoria up to Cooktown  in far north Queensland.  Or as I refer to it “The area of Australia I will now never, ever visit again!”

Where is the government on this?  It’s been recently announced that the AIDS epidemic in Australia is now officially over, the sector that has monitored it said that the statistics of AIDS in Australia are now so low that they are not really quantifiable.  So if an awful disease that stopped people enjoying sex is at an end, how about we channel all that funding into combating this latest horrific threat that stops people enjoying red meat!

They might be a thousand miles from here but not taking any damn chances!
They might be a thousand miles from here but not taking any damn chances!

Where are the guys is Hazmat Suits, with giant magnifying glasses and flamethrowers stalking through every tick ravaged area, destroying these filthy little mongrels?  Why has the entire eastern coast of Australia not been evacuated so that giant airships full of tick-killing spray can strafe the areas for weeks, killing each and every single one!   Hell, maybe we could  get giant earth digging equipment and cut off the entire eastern edge of Australia and shove it out to sea where we could safely bomb it into oblivion.

Seems a bit extreme I know, but I’d rather let loose a bunch of nukes than never eat a porterhouse again.  I can take living on the continent that has the most poisonous spiders and snakes, has the biggest crocs and sharks, but there is only so much a man can stand.

 

F*ck you Australian Paralysis Tick, you dirty f*cking evil little prick tick bastard you!

Ask Trev – “What am I thinking?”

This question comes from Lucielle, all the way over in Gauteng in South Africa “What am I thinking?”

Well, my educated guess would be “Holy crap!  I asked this question 4 months ago as a joke – he is actually answering this?!”  And I bet I am not far off the mark 😉

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But the truthful answer is that I don’t know because I am not a mind reader.

 

Do you know why I am not a mind-reader?  Because mind-readers, psychics, soothsayers, precognitives, astrologists, fortune tellers, tarot card and palm readers and all of their ilk are FULL OF F*CKING SHIT!

No-one can read your mind – NO ONE!  This is NOT a debate people, they can’t do it!  And anyone who says they can are either self-deluded or a con artist or most likely both!  After a while people begin to believe their own bullshit.

I won’t go into how these people trick you in to thinking that they are psychic or can read your mind or the future – that has been well documented.  Everything from your age, sex, expression, tone of voice to even the state of your home tells them a wealth about you and after years of experience these people are very good at it.  They know what you want to hear, they know what you will believe, and they will tell you exactly that.  They are TRICKING YOU, they are CONNING you, they WANT YOUR MONEY!

And what tells them more about a person than anything else is usually that the person was gullible enough to fork out their money to them in the first place.

I don’t mean to criticize people who believe this stuff – oh wait, I do.  And I do it because I care so with all tact may I say – WAKE UP!  It’s 2016 – how many times do people need to prove to you that this stuff is bullshit before you catch on?  Why believe the loonies but not the educated folk?  It’s along the same lines as people who believe that immunizations cause Autism – they will happily believe a doctor who was so off the mark he got stripped of his medical licence and became a joke in his field, but not the reputable doctors, scientists and warehouses full of information that prove beyond doubt that Autism has nothing to do with immunizations!  And it’s their kids that suffer.  And if  parents are spending money on these psychic cranks instead of food and shelter for their kids then I’m guessing they are suffering too.

I think the perfect  example of how all this is crap is that they now have televised psychic hotlines.  Dear Primus – have you seen the women manning these phones?  None of them look psychic to me, they all look like they dropped out of high school, bought really bad jumpers at a thrift store and then found jobs where they could sit on their ever-expanding arses and just talk bullshit into a phone, all whilst charging some poor sucker a minimum $5 a minute!  (By the way, for those people that ring phone sex lines, I’m guessing that my description above applies there too, not a lot of super-models are doing that job).  What are the people ringing these lines thinking?  I mean – they can SEE who they are talking to!  I wouldn’t trust these low-rent bitches to advise me on how to boil an egg, let alone how to live my life!

And now there are ‘Pet Psychics’ – people who will tell you what your goldfish is thinking.  I mean – f*ck!  Are we really still this stupid as a society?!?

All of this points to the fact that perhaps stupid people breed too much and that we need to enforce laws where bullshit is outlawed.  They should have a special crimes division – the ‘AMPED’ Crimes Unit where they bust charlatans for ACTIVELY MAKING PEOPLE EVEN DUMBER’.  They should be able to bust down doors and say “Nope – what you are doing is a load of wank and if you don’t knock it off we are putting a f*cking bullet in your skull!”  Also perhaps mandatory sterilizing of any of their customers who, after being shown evidence to the contrary refuse to stop believe in this stuff, is a good idea. We are facing a resources crisis this century people – in 50 years there won’t be enough fresh water to support the planets population.  How about we stop the people that refuse to stop believing in psychics breeding and shoot the unconscionable f*ckers that prey on their gullibility and stupidity?  At the rate society is going, I reckon that at a conservative estimate this would probably equal at least 1 in 10.  Knock all them off and the planet might just survive being infested with this scourge called humanity after all.

Lets put it in the next census and make it not confidential – “Do you believe in psychics and will never change your mind?”  If you tick ‘yes’ then the next day a van comes around with two big burly doctors saying ‘Sorry, you’ve lost the rights to your reproductive organs because chances are you will have a kid with someone just a stupid as you and your kids will end up even dumber yet again.  We need all the water and oxygen for the non-morons’.  And it would work because anyone stupid enough to believe in mind-readers after having it explained why it is false would be stupid enough to tick ‘yes’ on the form, even knowing the consequences.

I know I am coming across harsh here.  The majority of the people that read this blog most likely don’t believe in psychics and palm reading and all the rest, but there may be some that do.  Believe it or not I am on your side.  Because I want you to stop believing in things that aren’t true.  I want you to see through the veil of bullshit.  I want to meet up with you in a bar and be able to say “You stopped letting these liars and moral leeches sucker you in and steal your money, let me buy you a beer!”  I’m begging you to respect yourself and please – don’t believe any of it!  Just don’t.  Be smart, be smarter than the bullshit artists.  And bust your friends when they are dumb enough to fall for one of these fraudsters cons – you will be doing them a favor.   There is a difference between allowing people their beliefs and allowing people to believe complete and utter false crap pedaled by people with no conscience whatsoever.  If you believe in all this stuff and think I have just been really mean to you, I can guarantee you I am not being as mean as they are because they are lying to you and taking your money on purpose – I’m just trying to give you a mental slap in the face so you can not be taken advantage of any more.  I’m showing you respect by believing you can change – they are disrespecting on so many levels its not funny.  There is so much cool stuff to believe in in this magnificently huge, spectacular universe – you don’t need to believe in total crap like tarot cards, again – respect yourself!

 

Hmmmmm, and now my super-senses are telling me that Lucielle is thinking “Holy shit, Trev needs to calm down, I was just joking!”

 

Question answered Lucielle my friend 🙂

The DEFINITIVE guide on how to beat a cold!

Everyone gets headcolds – everyone!  Well, not vampires, zombies and people who prefer Beast Wars to Generation One maybe, but that’s because you need a soul to get a headcold (I’m not sure of the correlation but somehow the soul lowers your immune system, odd but true).  But for the rest of us a headcold is something we are guaranteed to get at least once a year if not more.  So to beat it – and I don’t mean cope with it, I mean kick its phlegm-producing-arse – here is the DEFINITIVE GUIDE on how to show this virus the door!

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No no, I’m fine – really! Cough Cough

You will need the following items and consumables:

ITEMS FOR YOUR RECOVERY ROOM

*1 Bed with Electric Blanket

*1 Television, DVD/Blu Ray player and associated media

*1 Vaporizer with Eucalyptus oil

*1 Box of Tissues

*1 Cat – Burmese for preference

CONSUMABLES

*1 Box of Lemsips

*1 Loaf of Bread with Margarine for toast

*1 Pot of Home Made Chicken Soup (see this link for the recipe)

*1 Bottle of Orange Juice

*1 Bottle of Scotch

*1 Lemon

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The essentials

Here is how your day is going to go:

*Wake up – feel crap. Blow nose.  Ring in to work sick.  Throw cat outside.

*Put on electric blanket.  Make toast and a glass of juice.

*Make Soup – whilst it is heating, set up your Recovery Room.

*Make Lemsip – go back to bed, watch morning news.

*Get up, collect bowl of soup for lunch.  Put leftovers in slow cooker set to ‘warm’. Go back to bed and consume soup.

*Put bowl back in kitchen.  Use the toilet.  Blow nose.  Let cat in and collect DVD’s.

*Curl up in bed with cat, put on DVD, set vaporizer going.

(Note with Entertainment: Do NOT give yourself access to the internet!  You will spend the time checking your social profile updates rather than resting.  Also, do NOT watch Horror, Action or Porn DVDs – the idea is lower your heartrate!  Ideally you want something you enjoy but have seen before.  Think of your viewing choice like watching the Test Cricket on Boxing Day – it’s interesting enough you don’t get too bored but it’s slow and bland enough that you can easily fall asleep in front of it.)

(Extra Note: If you insist on reading instead of watching mindless films, make sure the book is likewise one you have read before and enjoy – you do not want a page turner keeping your brain active using up what vital energy you have.)

*Nap throughout afternoon in front of movies, the steamer helping you breathe and the electric blanket and cat helping you feel cozy and drowsy.

*Get up around dinner time and have second bowl of soup with toast.  Feed cat and throw outside. Blow nose.

*Watch whatever is on TV (Do NOT watch Reality Television! This has nothing to do with being sick – reality TV just sucks is all and you are suffering enough already!)

*Pour generous glass of scotch on rocks with a twist of lemon – it warms your insides and numbs you nicely!  Pour a second if not warm and numb enough.

*Refill steamer, use toilet, blow nose, bring cat back in, sleep.

 

Follow these instructions precisely and you should be feeling much better the next day.  If not – go see a doctor – chances are you have polio.

 

Feel better kids!

Vote #1 – Big Angry Trev for PM!

I have become, like many of you, disillusioned with the state of politics in our country.  The big parties seem to have more interest in blaming each other for the woes of our country than actually fixing said problems.  The lower parties just want to make deals with the bigger parties so that they can have some sort of say, and half the Independents seem to run on the ‘I don’t like foreigners’ platform.  The whole system is a disgrace, but can anyone at this point fix it?

Well yes – ME.

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I am officially unofficially throwing my hat in the ring.  Oh, I may not appear on any actual voting form on the day, but that’s because I refuse to play by a corrupt systems rules.  I am here to serve you – the public.  And I want you – the public – to do the biggest write-in campaign in history!

When you go to the ballot box in a month, tick no boxes – not a one!  Instead I want each of you to scrawl “BIG ANGRY TREV 4 PM!” across the sheet and stick it in the box.  After the 15 millionth form of that ilk has crossed the counters desk, whether it be an official form of entry or not, I will have won and the power of this great land will be back in the hands of where it belongs – Me.. er… I mean you – the people.

But what do I stand for?  Well everything you stand for of course!  But here is an outline of just some of the policies I will enact to make our country, and perhaps our planet, a better place:

 

*Heavy subsidies for the butchers industry.  As a nation of predominantly meat eaters we are subjected to high prices and low quality from supermarkets from meat that has been long-term stored and transported.  By encouraging our butchers industry we can make sure our meat is fresh, plentiful, high quality and the farmers get a good price for their livestock.

*Heavy subsidies for the body augmentation industry.  People have a right to change their physical appearance as they see fit – your body, your choice!  And no matter what you want done, whether it be some Double F-cup breast implants or to have your legs replaced with tank tracks, it will currently cost you a fortune to get done!  Under my scheme, it will become relatively inexpensive to have one arm removed and replaced with a laser cannon – in fact it is a procedure I am seriously considering myself.

*Heavy subsidies for the catapult industry.  When is the last time you saw a catapult?  The industry is that over-regulated and materials that expensive that you never see a catapult anymore – it’s a damn shame!  Catapults are great, for everything from national defense to the disposal of nuclear waste (if you build a catapult strong enough to reach orbit that is).

*Religious institutions to pay tax – God can afford it.

*Hobby farmers to pay no tax – I can’t afford it.

*Pokies venues to be taxed 150% of all their earnings.

*A ban on all reality televisionespecially any show where they spend 80% of the time showing peoples emotional reactions rather than them cooking or building or singing about a fish or whatever the hell they do.

*A clear distinction to be made between ‘Free Speech’ and ‘Hate Speech’.  Sick of the latter trying to dress itself up as the former.

*High speed internet access for rural areas – mine sucks!

*Gigantic solar farms in the middle of our myriad of deserts – we get baked alive in Australia – we might as well get free electricity as a by-product of it.

*All teachers and teacher’s aides to receive a ‘Spent the year dealing with your damn kids’ bonus of $10,000 each Christmas so they can enjoy the summer before their lives become a big ball of stress again at the start of Feb.

*The Australian Navy will have their duties changed – half of our warships will protect the whales, while the other half will wipe out the octopus (dirty evil bastards they are!).

*Heavier jail times for people convicted of crimes against other people such as physical assault, sexual assault, robbery and burglary.  Aren’t you a bit sick of picking up the paper every day and reading an article where someone who just committed one of these crimes was already on a suspended sentence or parole for a similar crime?  Lock the fraggers up – let there be actual consequences for their actions!

*A limit to how much welfare one family can get.  If you have been unemployed for years, your partner has been unemployed for years and you already have 3 kids, why should the people that actually work for a living have to shell out even more welfare money because you are bored and decided to have a fourth?  You want a ton of kids?  Fine – go get a job so you can support them and stop making the rest of us foot the bill for your rutting!  Oh, and if you are one of those ‘serial impregnator’ guys that has a half dozen kids to a half dozen women and doesn’t work because you know all your wages will be garnished for child support, you will have your testicles surgically removed and put to work in the mines to earn money for your illegitimate brood.

*No GST on imported goods! This is a SHAMEFUL policy that both sides of parliament were behind enacting and I intend to repeal!  They say it’s so that you will buy locally instead of buying your goods from overseas via the internet, but what if…

-A: You live in a rural area where you cannot purchase the items you require at your local store?  Most Aussie companies charge ruinous postal fees to send you an item, you often pay more in postage to get something from Melbourne than from the other side of the globe!  Last I checked, my little bush town doesn’t have any of the big chains I can go to and get anything I require.

-B: They don’t make and/or sell the item you want in Australia at all? For those with their eye on the upcoming MP Black Arachnia figure, I don’t think you’ll be buying one at your local K-Mart.  There are many products that are sold nowhere in this wide brown land of ours, its not a matter of not wanting to shop locally – we can’t! 

*I will make Babymetal tour Australia on a yearly basis

*I will make Hasbro and Takara release ALL Transformer related products in Australia.

*All vegetarian restaurants will be required to provide a meat option on their menu.  There will be an outright ban on pumpkins on Australian soil.

*Statues of me shall be erected in the town square of every town in our land in order to raise the morale of the populace in general.

*Citizenship status will be greatly overhauled and along with it immigration and asylum seeker polices.  Essentially if you will bow before the will of Trev, you can come in and you can stay.  If you are already here, even for generations, and you refuse to bow, you can get the hell out!  That goes for every man, woman and child on the continent – no exceptions!

*Parliament house will have a swimming pool full of beer guarded by nubile wenches with rocket launchers!  The deck chairs made out of solid gold and have built-in steak dispensers with a gravy option!

 

These are just some of the policies I will enact upon seizing power and stamping my jackboot of authority upon this land, which may end up getting renamed New Trevonia (working title).  I look forward to your support.  Let the tide of support wash away the unbelievers in a sea of blood as I march across this land as Prime Minister Trev the 1st, King of Kings and Emperor for life (working title). Let all bow before his magnificence and pay homage to his name!  ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DISPAIR – BWAH HAHAHAHAHA!

Ahem… um… I mean, vote for me.

The greatest invention in the world happened – and nobody told you!

Time and time again we are shown that the media is unwilling to cover the stories that really matter and seem to proactively work to keep you, the general public, in the dark.  News reports are dominated by the latest political popularity polls even when an election is not in the air, celebrities partners sneaking dogs through customs are treated like matters of great import.  The bland, mediocre and unverified dominates the headlines instead of the important scientific achievements that can make the world for all a better place.

I discovered through my trawling of cyberspace what is simply THE GREATEST INVENTION EVER!  Even then this revolutionary breakthrough was given a short 2 minute spot.  Why was this story not on the front of every newspaper?! Why was it not the lead story on every news report?!

The story/newsclip detailed the miraculous medical miracle that has changed a woman’s life. Scientists in Germany have invented expandable, inflatable breasts! No surgery, no nothing! Just a shot of saline under the armpit when you feel like upsizing and your bust goes up to a staggering 32N! Not a C, not a DD, no – a 32 freakin N!

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Why is the world not rejoicing about this?! Where is the media coverage? Where are the stories about the scientists involved getting their Nobel prize? Where is their ticker-tape parade with the world honoring them for achieving what has been only dreamed of by hentai artists for years? I mean, this truly is the greatest invention ever. Bugger the wheel – you just need them to get the place to buy the saline! Bugger the internet – you just need it to order the kit online!

Why aren’t women screaming for this to be stocked at Aldi!? You’d never pay for a movie ticket again!
I’d like to see this movie for free
No!
*Squirt, BOOMPH!*
Of course you can! Would you like some free popcorn and drinks too ma’am?

 

Admittedly the woman who had it done could possibly have had self-appearance issues which may be why she initially volunteered for the procedure. But that just means it’s a godsend for those that consider themselves unfortunate looking. Doesn’t matter if you’ve only got one eye, no nose and half a leg – you ain’t gonna have trouble finding a date with a pair of 32N’s! Why aren’t they spruiking this invention to those individuals in the Middle East who act like extremist nutjobs? Suicide Bombings would stop tomorrow! Some moron is about to blow himself up to get to paradise, finds out about this revolutionary procedure and goes “Oh man! Paradise is right here on Earth!” Bloodshed stops, peace reigns, happiness descends.  Sensible solutions for a happier world.

Sorry Japan, but Germany has officially won the scientific innovations race. We don’t need anything more. This is the final thing the world needed to have invented. The future is here my brothers and sisters – rejoice!

Write letters to your local media outlet asking – nay, demanding -to know why you were not informed of this important issue sooner.  You have a right to expect the media to cover the stories that truly matter.

 

Writer’s note: I certainly hope they do not come up with a similar invention for men.  Given the average human males insecurity about the size of his member, if an invention came out that could enlarge it to extraordinary proportions it would cause an international saline shortage as every guy would not be able to resist ‘upsizing’ to a greater degree than guy next to him. A worldwide ‘phallic race’ would ensue.  Jeans and public urinals would have to be totally redesigned, though it would undoubtedly be a boon to the wheelbarrow industry. 

 

A link to the original clip about this issue can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TvFbbTNRfU

Ask Trev: Which is the most evil of animals?

Ask Trev! The section where I answer the problems that perplex the people.  This question comes to me from Maureen in Murrawee:

Maureen writes “Dear Big Angry Trev, can you tell me which is the most evil animal in the world?“

Well Maureen, the cliché answer to that is man. However this answer is wrong, dead wrong.  Animals in themselves aren’t inherently good’ or ‘inherently evil’ in the way humans understand these abstract concepts, they just ‘are’.  That is, bar one…

No ladies and gentlemen I am not talking about man-eating sharks, I am not talking about man-eating lions.  I’m not even talking about mosquitoes (even though they would win for being both the most deadly and the most annoying).  The most evil animal on the planet is…. the OCTOPUS!

 

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That’s right!  Evil, slimy, 8-legged a-holes spawned from the fiery pits of Satan’s backside!  Gross, disgusting, big eyed bastards with a bag of guts for a head and a penchant for ripping the masks off divers so they can use their beak-like jaws to gnaw on the flesh beneath! I’m surprised The Wiggles let one hang out with them – sends a really bad message to children about who to trust.

 

Here are a few facts about your Octopus:

*Those aren’t suction cups!  Each one of those little round protuberances that looks like the bottom of an albino plunger actually sticks to you because it is full of hundreds to curved barbs!  The barbs don’t go straight in no, they go into the flesh then curve off so if you manage to pull one off your arm it’s gonna take a hunk of flesh with it!

*They change colour!  That’s a creature waiting to ambush you if ever I’ve heard of one!  Not content to engage in open and honorable fisticuffs (which you think it would do considering it’s multiple arms) it will blend into the background or even worse, the ocean floor and then when you stand near it WHAM!  You are dealing with a near invisible assassin taking your foot off at the ankle!

*They are venomous – every single type – and at least one breed is capable of killing a human!  And those beak-jaws I mentioned?  Full of venomous saliva!  Let me repeat that – VENOMOUS SALIVA!  I don’t care what definition you go by – that’s freakin evil!

*They squirt black ink into your face that not only obscures your vision but dulls your sense of smell, so you can’t see or smell them as they come in for the kill.

*3 hearts.  Not one like a law-abiding creature, not two like a Time Lord, but three!  That means if you meet a vampire octopus you better have at least 3 stakes handy and be adept at fighting undead cephalopods in an underwater battle scenario.

 

If that isn’t enough evidence for you Marueen, let me share a story with you that is both true and well documented.

 

In a science lab there were two big aquariums, one on either side of the room.  One was full of crabs, the other contained an octopus.  The crabs were being bred in the tank as a source of food for the scientists to feed the octopus and such were their numbers and environment that they could do so quite happily and readily.

Now it got to the point that each morning the scientists were coming in and finding that there were always several less crabs then there should have been and scraps of crab carapace were in the tank.  They could not figure out what was happening as this was a daily occurrence.  So they set up a night vision camera before they closed up the lab that evening and left.

What they saw captured on film will fill you horror and dismay!

The octopus, not content with the sacrifices being fed to it each day had hatched a plan.  Every day it sat there, eyeing its prey across the room with evil and malicious intent.  As soon as the lights went out of an evening the octopus would use its four pairs of arms to pull itself up out of its tank, slither across the floor, climb the table, get into the crabs tank and then kill and devour many of their number, not even the children were safe!

The ultra sneaky bit was it didn’t stay there!  After sating its voracious appetite it would then climb back out, slither back across the room and back into its own tank.  That way in the morning when the scientists came in it could just sit there, shrug it’s 8 shoulders and put on a ‘Nothing to do with me’ expression.

 

Imagine the life of these poor crabs!  Sitting there in their tank while this bastard eyed them off all day, knowing that when night fell it would be upon them to kill and maim and devour!  You think you have stress ulcers?  You have nothing on what these poor crabs were going through!

And that Marueen, is why Octopus are the most evil of animals.  Thank you for your question.

Here it is folks – we are live and online!

hairyFor many years you, the general public, the grease that keeps the wheels of our great society turning, have said “Trev, your wisdom, knowledge and musky aroma have been an inspiration to all that know you. Yet we can’t have access to you 24/7 – can’t you please fix this for us?!”

Well who am I to deny the public that which they desire most? What an absolute bastard I would be to keep all my profound knowledge to myself! In fact, if I were to continue to do so one might arguably call the police!

So here it is the BIG ANGRY TREV official blog and website! Here you will be able to come to find out the information that is the most important to you. Whether it is what veggies to plant come winter, the quality of the latest Transformer toys to hit the shelves, or how to turn that growth on the back of your calf from an eyesore to a conversation starter you will be able to find your answers here. If you can’t find what you need, just ask! I am here to serve you, the public. I shall impart wisdom hither and yon as is my magnanimous nature.

I look forward to entertaining and informing you all as this site slowly builds up over the coming months until it truly becomes the only website you shall ever need.

Love from your inspiration, role model, and dare I say it… friend, Big Angry Trev.