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Post by Dismal Pillock on Jul 10, 2018 12:43:03 GMT 9
wrote this at start of 2017 season. O SWEET SUMMER CHILD. Here at end of 2018 season, the fellated Dr Umaga now on his way to a 5% win record vs NZ teams. FIVE fucking percent. As A Man Thinketh: Spotlight on Coach Tana Umaga.
Chapter One
Thought and Character
The aphorism, "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he, "not only embraces the whole of a man's being, but is so comprehensive as to reach out to every condition and circumstance of his life." This is the genesis of the infinite wisdom that Dr Umaga brings to his role as Auckland’s rugby savior. A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts and Dr Umaga is the sum of the sun, the moon, of all of the suns, of all the other worlds, and of all of their orbiting cakes and biscuits.
Just another day in sunny downtownOnehunga now that Tana is in charge.
As the plant springs from, and could not be without, the seed, so every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought, and could not have appeared without them. This refers to Umaga’s pre-season training and planning regimen. In laymen’s terms, all the shit that, say, ex-coach Pat Lam never fucken did, at all, ever. This applies equally to those acts called "spontaneous" and "unpremeditated" as to those which are deliberately executed. In laymen’s terms, Umaga’s acts of unpremeditated spontaneity are deliberately executed. Think about that for a minute.
“Before, with the dipshits Kirwan, and Lam, and Nucifora, there were only rains and pestilence. Now we have waterfalls. How about we get my tap all wet, baby?”
Act is the blossom of thought, and joy and suffering are its fruits; thus the last 17 Auckland Blues seasons have been a suffering endured to garnish the joy to follow; and thus does a man garner in the sweet and bitter fruitage of his own husbandry*
*but not animal husbandry. We are not Cantabs. "The dog is all good and well but I shall not wed thee" Tana may have once said.
Man is a growth by law, and not a creation by artifice, and cause and effect is as absolute and undeviating in the hidden realm of thought as in the world of visible and material things. If you kick the fucking thing out on the full, that is the cause, and the effect is you are Tasesa Lavea. A noble and Godlike character is not a thing of favor or chance, but is the natural result of continued effort in right thinking, the Umaga way, the effect of long-cherished association with Godlike thoughts, revolving around The Blue Day of Coronation. An ignoble and bestial character, by the same process, is the result of the continued harboring of groveling thoughts. Ergo, visa visa, the Cantab.
Tana has brought an idyllic calm, even to the mean & unwed dogtown streets of downtown Mangere.
Man is made or unmade by himself; in the armory of thought he forges the weapons by which he destroys himself. Just ask Nucifora or Kirwan. He also fashions the tools with which he builds for himself heavenly mansions of joy and strength and peace. This is what Tana does. Not that first bit.
By the right choice and true application of thought, man ascends to the Divine Perfection; AKA Gus Pulu’s godhead jailbreak try up the guts versus the dumbo Melbourne Rebels in Round 1. By the abuse and wrong application of thought, he descends below the level of the beast. See Owen Franks with his hand down his gruds, then sniffing the fucken thing. Between these two extremes are all the grades of character, and man is their maker and master. Owen doesn't HAVE to sniff it, under the monster-truck glow of the unmissing halogens. But he does.
Hold on, what the FUCK is that thing on the left?
Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age, none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this - that man is the master of thought, the molder of character, and maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny. That man is Tana Umaga and his destiny is a big fucking YES PLEASE.
Holy shit. Even the notoriously hard-to-please Chinese community in Howick are happy with Coach Tana.
As a being of Power, Intelligence, and Love, and the lord of his own thoughts, man, AKA, Tana, holds the key to every situation, go for the 3, take the tap, etc, and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills. I am Wrath, I am All Worlds, I Am That Which is Wrought Upon Thee, as Tana probably says to himself when he’s on the shitter lately.
JESUS, there's the fucking thing again!
Man is always the master, even in his weakest and most abandoned state; but in his weakness and degradation he is the foolish master who misgoverns his "household" or “Super Franchise.” This refers to a couple of fuck-ups Tana may or may not have made in his first season coaching the Blues. When he begins to reflect upon his condition, and to search diligently for the Law upon which his being is established, he then becomes the wise master, directing his energies with intelligence, and fashioning his thoughts to fruitful issues, like getting rid of shitty players. Such is the conscious master, and man can only thus become by discovering within himself the laws of thought; which discovery is totally a matter of application, talking into the little mouthpiece to get a message to the sidelines, self-analysis, and experience. In summary, that is now, in 2017, for the aligned planets have foretold it Thus spake Zarathustra, etc, etc.
Oh shit, wrong picture, never mind this guy.
Hans from Austria, if you must know.
Only by much searching and mining are gold and diamonds obtained – in laymen’s terms this is known as Tana getting pricks in from Counties Manukau - and man can find every truth connected with his being if he will dig deep into the mine of his soul. And that he is the maker of his character, the molder of his life, and the builder of his destiny, he may unerringly prove: that he will watch from the coaches box, control, and alter his thoughts, tracing their effects upon himself, upon others, and upon his life and circumstances; if he will link cause and effect, yes, even the Tasesa Lavea Effect, by patient practice and investigation, utilizing his every experience, even to the most trivial, whether Prattley is even awake on the fucken bench down there, as a means of obtaining that knowledge of himself. The mantra shall be “let’s get the f**kin thing downtown”, in this direction, as in no other, is the law absolute that "He that seeketh the tryline findeth; and to him that does not knocketh-on, it shall be opened"; for only by patience, practice, and ceaseless importunity can a man – Tana – get these useless pricks to their first fucken Super Rugby title since before baby Adam was shitting fucken goatmilk.
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Post by Dismal Pillock on Jul 10, 2018 14:46:45 GMT 9
Auckland Blues 2018 Season Review
As A Man Thinketh
Effect Of Lack Of Thought On Circumstances A man's mind may be likened to a garden. In Tana's case, this garden is jumbled with triffids and, well, nothing else because here in 2018 the triffids choked and ate everything that once grew. All that is left is triffid-subsumed confusion and the barren promise of dead dreams, infertile, abject and risible.
"Where once here in Onehunga there was the fertility of hope now there is but the futility of, um... wow, you have really nice hair, can I, like, touch it?"
It wasn't always like this. Before the Year of the Triffids choked and ate everything in an annus horribulus borne of pestilence and savagery there were weeds. Weeds, glorious weeds. The Auckland Blues went 7 and 7 in 2017! The weeds were ugly but sturdy. Before then, 8 and 6 in 2016! That's a winning season, motherfuckers! The weeds were hanging in there, perhaps about to blossom int ohhh fuck, here comes Tana with the 245-T.
Where once there was light and hope, now all is pestilence and death. "Coach Tana, did you spray 245-T on these delicious looking fruits?" "No, just all over the Auckland Blues. The fruit is safe to eat."
As character can only manifest and discover itself through environment and circumstance so then we come to the Auckland Blues. Dead last in New Zealand rugby, again, with a record of 4 and 11. The Blues manifest motherf***ing destiny is about to be 4 and 12 once the Cantabs canter to a piss easy victory on the weekend to ensure Coach Tana Umaga finishes the season with a 5% victory ratio vs NZ teams. 1 from fucking 20. The summarily-dismissed predecessors messrs Kirwan and Lam were like Torville and fucking Deans compared to 1 and 20. ONE and fucking 20! Let me guess, we're "going through a process." This just in, no amount of "process" or "character" can overcome shitty contracting and coaching. Or 21 of the 23 players being fucken unco cunts.
In 2018 the rivers of blood flowed freely through the moonlit, mean and unwed dogtown streets of Mangere after dark. Four. Fucking. Wins.
Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions. Thus Tana will refuse to fall on his 5% sword. Hey, the masses will blame the Board, he reasons, the circumstance will buffer not buffet. The shitshow will go on.
The next coach in line is a fucking CANTAB, Leon Mcdonald. Tana's had a good grace period of 3 years. Ronald fucken Mcdonald should get about 3 games before the wolves turn.
The foreign animal bays at the moon. Or is he laughing his arse off as all the other dumb cunt animals drink the 245-T infected water.
And so we come to the players of 2018.
15 Matt Duffie. 3/10. Played fuckall, did fuckall. NO LONGER an All Black. 14 Melani Nanai. 4/10. barely played due to being hated by Tana. 13 Michael Collins. 3/10. played all the time, did nothing. Paired up with Rieko in the CENTRES to hand Laumape 4 tries. In one game. Clueless at centre, slow at fullback. 12 Rieko Ioane. 8/10 slogged his arse off but the world's best winger did not know a fucking THING about defending at 2nd 5. Nice one, Tana. 11 Caleb Clarke. 5/10. just a kid, barely played but didnt fuck up too much. Potential 2019 Designated Messiah material 10 Stephen Perofeta. 6/10. from the sublime to the ridiculous, often in the same phase. 9 Augustine Pulu. 4/10. His D bailed them out but his pedestrian pass is just another handbrake on the Lada 8 Akira Ioane-Whitelock. 10/10. GO FUCK YOURSELF HANSEN 7 Blake Gibson. 5/10 didnt play all year then punched Rieko in the head. 6 Jerome Kaino. 3/10. limped into the finish line. 5 Matiaha Martin. 0/10. NPC player. wft is this. 4 Gerard Cowley-Tuioti 2/10. tries hard. loses. 3 Ofa Tuungafasi. 5/10. puts himself around I suppose 2 Matt Moulds. 3/10. can't fucken throw 1 Alex Hodgman 3/10. too small
Night falls in Howick but the local Chinese have no interest in the barbaric spectacle of rugby. They're too busy barbequing their sparrows.
Reserves:
James Parsons 0/10. absolute shit. Pauliasi Manu 3/10 did he even play? Sione Mafileo 3/10. whatever Ben Nee-Nee 0/10. wft is this Murphy Taramai 0/10. what? who? Sam Nock. 2/10. petrified. Bryn Gatland. 1/10. Goodbye. TJ Faiane 7/10 actually Blues 3rd best player this season. at least he fucken tries
The giant Australian bunny-thing bays or laughs at the moon as darkness cloaks the malaise at the heart of the entire Auckland Blues organisation. "Fuck it, let's go to the movies or something. "We can't, we're lions, and as such have little access to the currency required to gain entry into a movie theatre. Dumbarse."
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Post by Voltron on Jul 13, 2018 17:19:16 GMT 9
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Post by Hansen, Henry, Smith, Deans on Jul 13, 2018 19:36:06 GMT 9
Don't see any article there. WFT is going on.
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Post by Dismal Pillock on Jul 13, 2018 20:24:17 GMT 9
You think some people would LEARN, Rule 101 of the internet, don't put your fucken photo up on the cunt. There are some REAL FUCKEN CLOWNS out there and some of the wankers have MS paint sets...
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Post by Voltron on Jul 14, 2018 5:01:15 GMT 9
Yeah nah in hindsight it seems ill advised. But I had a point and, um, me and Tana would easily waste your dad.
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Post by Hansen, Henry, Smith, Deans on Jul 14, 2018 5:35:53 GMT 9
Just give us the word and we will delete the defaced atrocity one of our members has posted.
ps are YOU to blame for brain damaging the Auckland Blues coach and thus causing him to make such poor decusions such as choosing Ioane at 2nd 5 and Joan Collins at centre?
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Post by Voltron on Jul 14, 2018 9:03:04 GMT 9
Probably best to delete.
I claim responsibility for the Blues issues. I held Tana down and ruthlessly fondled him, leaving him with a pathological terror of bearded men.
Sorry about that.
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Post by Hansen, Henry, Smith, Deans on Jul 14, 2018 9:23:32 GMT 9
The offending photograph has been deleted.
On the downside, there is now no proof you actually fought All Black legend Tana Umaga.
Frankly, I'm already starting to doubt such a thing even happened at all.
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Post by Voltron on Jul 14, 2018 9:29:22 GMT 9
As long as it exists in a deep dark corner of the Blues collective psyche, that’s all the proof I need.
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Post by Dismal Pillock on Dec 12, 2018 19:08:09 GMT 9
Official NZRFU Auckland Blues 2019 Preview.
Why get your hopes up?
New coach?
So what.
New players?
Who cares.
90% of the Blues squad are still the dregs that no other franchise fucken wanted anyway.
Nonu and SBW in the midfield? Well, whoop-de-fucken-do, break out the motherfucking bunting. Colour my crotch the caliphate incarnate. I would wager BOTH of my left nads that the doddery duo won’t manage 2 whole halves of rugby playing together during the whole fucken season. And if they do, after 20 minutes they will be brain-knackered. Hyopoxia sets in, help, we’re stranded on the Hillary fuckin Step here, hello, is anyone there, fucking radio for help, fuuuuuuuck, turnstile city. Nonu’s been literally walking around Toulon’s midfield in sunny sperm-stained retirement home France for fucken years. SBW is an old league player who still has fuck-all rugby instincts despite Hansen blowing plumes of smoke down W’s one-eye on the reg
Pulu at halfback? Sure, he will ring your fucking bell on defense. But on attack? Handbrake City. Pop: the Blues backline.
On the bright side, the Blues do have a fantasy spank bank of loosies in Blake Gibson, Papali’i and Akira. That’s the good news. And it’s always good news in pre-season. EVERY year the Blues look kick-arse on paper. Yet who remembers the kick-arse outfit of, say, 2015? Not many.
Yep, every season the Blues promise the world on paper, schoolboy star wingers shoehorned in alllll along the backline, and every year they trot out and proceed to play like the Onehunga Under-5’s Crippled Children Burn Clinic Fucken Hospice Care Unit.
Plus the inevitable injuries. If I gave half a proper fuck I would tally up previous campaigns pre-season “starters on paper” and see how many of the cunts actually started games at the tail-end of the season. I’d wager fuck-all. 2 of the 3 loosie spank bankers will succumb to season-ending injuries, probably when they collide reaching for the last piece of cake at the fucken buffet table on the eve of the first fucken game of the season. That will leave Akira to play every minute of the season, leading all the stats for all super rugby players, shattering all Blues training records including running a 4-minute mile as well as successfully bench-pressing the goddamn sun, and Hansen will still pick some Landers cunt who’s been nutting out the same damn crossword puzzle while parked on the fucken bench all fucking season.
Another weird bright side though; 1st 5. The usual wft position for the Blues, is actually looking shockingly healthy. Otere Black, Perofuture and Plummer. That’s fucking THREE 1st 5’s who theoretically should be able to cope with the 1st 5 position at Soup Rugby level. Bugger me. This is great! SURELY all 3 won’t get fucking injured.
SURELY.
Joan Collins emergency 1st 5 by round 3.
The usual summer trickle of pre-season training clips are coming through now. The lads panting away running up some hill in Cornwall Park. Or bashing away at each other in some jiu jitsu kung fu bollocks. All good and well. It’s when the actual rugby ball gets introduced to proceedings that it all instantly turns to shit.
“The fuck is this? “Dunno. “Haha, it looks funny. “What a stupid shape. “It’s not quite round… “…yet it’s not quite flat. “What do you even call that thing? “I can’t catch something shaped like that. “Me neither. “Can’t we just do more wrestling? “Yeah, I was good at that. “Me too. “Seems a bit mean-spirited, throwing an object shaped like that to someone and expecting them to catch it. “Could be embarrassing. “It scares me. “Yeah, maybe just leave it on the ground. “I hate it. “Me too. “Just kick it away. “Away!”
Blues 2019 Schedule:
H v Cantabs. please God please let the Cantabs AB’s pack still be at the fucken beach pleeeeeassse A v Shawks. wft straight on the road already? FFS. Blues don’t travel well. L. A v Jags. oh god then straight off around the world for ANOTHER rugby match? which sadistic cunt put this fucking schedule together? FUCK YOU PICHOT H v Sunwolves. now we’re talkin. The 0-3 Blues take on their wooden spoon rivals. First win of the season right here baby! H v Landers. oh shit we always lose to these pricks. They’re one of those “properly coached rugby teams” that I’ve read about and also seen on the telly. H v Stormfront. L. Even these shittily-travelling boks will be too much for our injury-ravaged 1-and-5 B-team. H v NSFW. god I hate losing to these pricks. I hope Tom Carter falls down a well. All the wells. A v Chiffs. things heating up in NZ conference means the Chiffs will be on FIRE. L. A v Landers. ffs, these bastards again. Thanks Pichot, thanks a fucken lot. A v Bumbreeze. that empty frozen concrete shithole stadium in Canberra. ffs do I have to watch? H v Canes. NO WAY Nonu plays in this one. Canes to run riot. 54-7. H v Chiffs. ffs, them again? Their laughter ringing in Blues ears from 3 weeks ago has barely even fucking subsided. A v Cantabs. The annual horror show. Dark. Cold. Wet. And that’s just my gruds. The runaway red-and-black combine harvester reaping their annual grisly bounty. H v Bulls. last home game of the season but we’re 1 and 26, who gives a fuck. Bulls from their “mummy, mummy can we pleeeasse go to the playoffs, pleeease, MUMMY I WANT TO GO TO THE PLAYOFFS RIGHT NOW MUMMY” conference with everything to play for. L. A v Reds. heyyy arent these wankers just as shit as us? This could be the go! A v Canes. way to rub it in Pichot you fucking shitheel.
Thank fuck that’s over.
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