It's An Expression
According to my "Brewer' Dictionary Of Phrase And Fable" it means that even the most abject and meanest of creatures is capable of turning on it's tormentors if pressed too hard.
Which has nothing to do with the rest of this Intro, Your Humble Scribe was just introducing the subject of worms. Art!
Every religious historian has one feeble joke in their repertoire - "The Diet Of Worms", which is what you see above. It occurred in 1520, then the Roman Catholic Diet summoned Martin Luther to the town of Worms, to defend his heretical thesis.
ANYWAY allow me to hurl a bit of invective at D J Tango, because he deserves it and I need to keep my Vilification Gland exercised. Conrad maintains that the Orange Land Whale has a worm in his brain. Poor thing, there's not much to keep it sustained, so it sleeps most of the time. Occasionally it wakes up and wiggles around, at which point Pumpkinhead's tongue-brain interface fires up and random thoughts are articulated. Art?
This is why he says bizarre things like "The Moon is made of clean grease" and "Let's annexe Canada!" or "Panama hats are in this year".
Which meandering and tangential introduction brings me around to a tale of Doing It By The Book, which was related on Youtube by a Redditor, whom unusually hailed from Canuckistan. What they related was a tale where the law protects the innocent, tenants have rights, the police are respectful and polite, and miscreants suffer consequences. Why would anyone give up all that for the dubious benefit of being able to pronounce "About" properly? Art!
Ferocious Canuckistanian natives in full war regalia
Maliciously Complying Canuck Narrator - hereafter Ada - informed that her locale is very tenant-friendly HEAR THAT SOUTH CANADIANS and landlords have to give written notice 24 hours in advance of a visit. Ada and Hubbo had been renting for 11 years from Joe, and had a lot of repair work slide since he'd been okay when both lost their jobs in 2016. Now gainfully employed, Ada and family kept a bunch of outdoors stuff in an old, broken-down shed behind their house, which they shared with squirrels. Who stored nuts there.
Well, Joe seemed to have acquired a brain worm, too, because he abruptly warned Ada to clear out the shed so that his property looked neat and tidy. This did not occupy the top position in her List Of Important Things To Do, which annoyed Joe - sure sign of a brain worm waking up and wriggling - who harrassed Ada. She in turn asked if he was going to clear up his scrapped pick-up truck, compost piles and his trendy piles of concrete and rebar. Art!
We exaggerate but slightly
Joe turned up unannounced, stormed into the house, swore at them, threatened to evict them and was an all-round bottomhole. He took offence when they said to communicate in writing in future and made the fateful threat To Do Things By The Book.
They next morning Ada et al got an Eviction Notice in their mailbox.
Hubbo promptly started checking local byelaws and the Rental Housing Enforcement Agency. These nice people gleefully informed how to file against Joe for neglecting repairs, illegal entry and harassment, then organised a surprise inspection that gave Joe 90 days to correct a list of deficiencies.
Then came the Provincial Government - which Canada has but their neighbours to the south do not - who were going to investigate Joe for filling in a pond without a permit. Art!
Where Ada lived lacked fire hydrants, so the Fire Department needed a water source, which no longer existed thanks to Joe.
Byelaw Enforcement - prompted by hubbo - informed Joe that they would fine him EVERY SINGLE DAY he left his construction rubble lying around.
Joe turned up with a plumber, failed to give any notice, and was prevented from getting inside the property. He then called the police about not feeling safe, and had a verrrrry long boring wait for 4 hours as they didn't bother coming out to hold his hand and soothe his bruised fee-fees. In fact they warned him to stop harassing his tenants, and they would be out to keep an eye on proceedings the next day when he came back.
Back when Joe had his original brain worm wriggle, he had threatened to sell the property from under Ada et all. No longer possible - they had filed a lien on the property, which is when you pay to get an administrative judgement against a vendor. Until they settle the lien, they cannot sell the house.
Now, which citizen of British America would give up that kind of oversight and the birth-right to swim in maple syrup?
Another Person Having A Bad Week
You may recall that we've covered the travails of Rudy Giuliani, the slavishly adherent ex-minion of the Orange Land Whale, who now has a $148 million defamation judgement against him. He has been wriggling like a worm on a hook - or in a brain - trying to delay and obscure the judgement, so much so that Judge Liman on Monday found him to be in contempt of court. Art!
Terrific likeness!
Rudy, it seems, is trying to claim that his Florida condo is his full-time home and thus cannot be sold, because that would be mean - this is why he's not been passing on information about where he's registered with a doctor - it's a long commute from NYC to Florida.
Rudy, Rudy, Rudy - if you get sent to prison then there won't be any issues about accommodation, will there? Utter chump.
"The War Illustrated Edition 200 16th February 1945"
The weather outside The Mansion at present is reminiscent of the snowy landscapes being sported by TWI, apart from not having artillery shells dropping into the middle of it. Art!
These two chilled heroes are reported as holding the Maas line in Holland, and they will indeed be holding the line as without camouflaged uniforms they will stand out on a patrol. The trench was probably dug in slightly warmer weather when the ground was not rock-hard; the thing is, if it thaws again, the sides will simply collapse thanks to lack of revetments.
Hmmmmmm
That, gentle reader, is the sound of Conrad pondering. Governments, including local governments, you see, like to acquire as much money from their populace as they can. Which is why you used to see signs like this. Art!
They could squeeze more money out of their taxpayers and feel good about being ever so green and environmentally-conscious AT THE SAME TIME! bonus win-win.
Except not in Manchester. For years now these repellent tax bodge signs have had an emendment to them. Art!
No doubt there's a sub-committee being paid thousands per month to sit and pontificate endlessly about Should We Shouldn't We, being fuelled by taxpayer-funded tea and biscuits. Art!
It seems the taxpayer backlash from 2022, when the scheme was due to be introduced, was so swingeing and venomous that ministers, national and local, fear bloody revolution if instigated.
Don't break out the confetti and vuvuzelas just yet, because believe me, They will come back and impose another tax.
Trafficability Is - Uncertain
I believe they made this word up for that Apollo Moon mission where they had a Lunar Rover, to spare the legs of lazy astronauts, and I have now purloined it. Art!
Time to sign off and enjoy my Pea & Ham Soup. Pip pip!
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