The Ryno Pen

This article tells the sad story of yet another hopeless-but-hormonal Australian man, led astray so far as to be subtly dragged by his nadgers to the dark and distant shores of Africa in search of totty.

Now come on, Johnny Eyebrows

and Kevin:

you’ve got to save these guys from danger and financial ruin.

If poor old Des (or my mate KJ for that matter: he only got nailed for $10 grand from some “chicky” in Ghana working a variant of the Spanish Prisoner scam) had access to broadband fast as world standards, and (let’s hear none of this Net Nanny nonsense), MORE, BETTER PrOn, then he would have been safe at home, fapping for Australia, and spending (in many senses) here at home.

“But what about the children, Ryno?” I hear a shrill chorus.

Listen. It’s always been this simple: kids can, and will, kick over the traces. You’ve got to be closer to your children. You don’t reckon young Jason won’t have the Cyber-Chastity-Belt haxored in less time than it takes him to….[deleted on account of even I have some standards].

Hah. Do your own parenting. Teachers, public servants and crappy boxes of zeroes and ones are not going to care as much as YOU do.

end of rant