"this area is bad"

In local news,

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/man-stabbed-to-death-on-street-at-campsie/news-story/7ab9434f418846aa9db097749948c163


You've gotta love how Campsie, near the railway station here, is variously described as a "a pretty chill place" and "this area is bad".
People have different opinions.
Safe as houses, for mine - let's face it, we are two suburbs away from the STREETS OF FEAR - the SUBURBS OF HATE are miles away - so we're kind of in the middle of Nowheresville.
By pure chance, I just happened to walk past about half an hour after the thing happened, and apart from a small crowd of folks loaded with shopping bags trying in vain to get to their parked cars stuck behind police tape and the joint seething with heavily armed NSW police - life continued on in main street Campsie pretty much as usual.
I had just bought a big bunch of asparagus at the World of Fruit, and stumbled out to see a little blue marquee surrounded by black plastic on the footpath around the corner and detectives in bad suits scratching their heads, and I thought to myself "mmm...there's a dead'n in there"; the greengrocer I'd just come out of was buzzing, the bank across the road was still operating, the busker was still busking, a bloke selling his honeycomb on the footpath was still taking customers, and there were no mobs of gawkers.
It's a big town, Sydney.
Too on-the-go to stop for a lookie.
The cops were right onto it but it was all too quick for them.
Too bad, no good, there's another one gone.
Then I ducked into the busy $2 shop to pick up a roll of gaffer tape to gerry-rig the ageing, shabby chook house.
Oh, and at the time, it was spitting with rain as a small thunderstorm loomed up from the north-west.
Situation normal.
Carry on, regardless.

(originally published 24-11-16)

"delivering health & happiness"

Chronic Pot Heads,

Here you go, Midnight Tokers, the latest and the greatest - something rather convenient for when you are "on the go".

http://www.hmbldt.com/

Personally, in a world gone mad, I don't know what's wrong with Thai Buddah Sticks, but it seems they went out of fashion some years ago now.
Still, gotta keep up with these modern trends to stay in the game.
Get 'em on the mail order.

PS...then again, might get myself some "space foam" at $30 a gram.
Woot!

https://www.cannabisreports.com/extract-reports/vaporizer-disposable

(originally published 23-11-16)

"a pot-bellied mutton-headed cucumber"

Comrades,

You reckon the recent Presidential election campaign was the weirdest, dirtiest, most vitriolic in US history?
Wrong.
Do rather like a few of the many campaign bon mot quoted in last week's edition of Time magazine:


1992: George W.H.Bush on Bill Clinton & Al Gore
"my dog, Millie, knows more about foreign policy than those two bozo's".

1864: Democrat George McClellan on Republican Abraham Lincoln.
"nothing more than a well meaning baboon".

1848: The Whigs' standard description of Democrat candidate Lewis Cass:
"a pot-bellied mutton-headed cucumber".

1844: Democrat campaign leaftlet whingeing about the Whig candidate, Henry Clay:
"he spends his days at the gambling table and his nights in a brothel".

...and this absolute corker from 1828...incumbent Federalist President John Adams on Democrat candidate Andrew Jackson.
"a cockfighter, drunkard, thief, liar, and the husband of a very fat wife".

Jackson won the election in a landslide.

They had a way with words, back in the day.

(originally published 21/11/16)

the maelstrom of ridiculousness

After the maelstrom of ridiculousness over the past week, at least Obama still has a sense of humour.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EO8RzeeNE8

(originally published 16-11-16)

no choice in Paris

You have no choice in Paris, comrades, I knew the world had gone mad...that's it, we're finished:


http://www.delicious.com.au/food-files/news-articles/article/mcdonalds-stop-serving-big-mac/a932fef5-293e-487f-94e3-7a9b92ad18ee

(originally published 16-11-16)

the Miracle of Democracy...backing a winner...Greek-style

Comrades,

Wanderered down to the local polling booth on a gorgeous Saturday arvo in the Emerald City to, as my dear departed father would have said, "strike my blow for freedom", in the Canterbury state by-election, and overheard some young-ish Labor campaign workers chatting away gaily to voting punters in Greek.
Despite the influx of Korean, then Vietnamese, and now Chinese and Indian immigrants to our electorate, the children and grand-children of the original immigrant factory workers, the Greeks - who came here in big numbers as refugees after WWII - still live here, and for the first time in living memory [or almost certainly for the first time ever], they had one of their own as the official Pinko candidate in Sophie Cotsis, to boot home.
And with no Tory candidate to root for, the numbers in the Miracle of Democracy revealed that this district aint just pinko - it's bright red.
On a three candidate ballot paper, Our Soph of the ALP romped home by the length of the straight with, at last count, 65.8% of the first preference votes, the Christian Democratic Party [Fred Nile Group] stooge picked up 18.6%, while the Greens' un-reformed Trot trailed hopelessly behind in stone-motherless last with just 13.8% of the ballots.
The informal vote was surpisingly low at 4.9%, but the dyed-in-the-wool by-the-book Conservative voters stayed away - in droves.
In a compulsory election, the turn-out was woefully miserable...with only 71.2% of the electoral roll bothering to participate.
When and if those capitalist running dog sympathisers get their $55 infringement notices for not voting in the snail-mail, and they choose to take the matter down to the local Magistrate's Court to contest the fine, a plea of "I couldn't give a blue root, Your Worship" may or may not be an adequate and sufficient defence, depending on the beak's reading of the NSW Electoral Act.
Make the bastards pay! With court costs! Every last one of them!
You've gotta be in it, to win it.

(originally published 14-11-16)

on the loose, half-nude

There are always at least five demonstrations somewhere in Mexico City every single day of the year.
Creative as fuck they are for the most part.
Nice one here of some bad hombres on the loose, half-nude!

(originally published 13-11-16)

trotsky's icepick

Yo!
It so warms the cockles of the heart of an Old [Reformed] Trot that his Youngest Daughter has been to Leon Trotsky's death house in Mexico City - you have no idea.
Just after the election of DJ Trump! across the border, too.
Brought her up proper.
Go you good Pinko!
Looks like Leon followed the chicken, but it done him no good.
From age 50...11 years on the run through an island near Istanbul, rural France but banned in Paris, Oslo, then outback Norway; and for the last four years thought he could hide in the biggest city in the world and get away with it - wrong!
Trotsky just would not shut up.
Could never compromise.
A man of principal, if nothing else.
It seems the ice pick was stolen from the Mexican police soon after the assassination and disappeared, and then was claimed to have been "found" 65 years later in 2005 by someone who claimed to be related to some top DF cop at the time and the pick had dried blood on it; Trotsky's grandson [who's now 90 and still lives in DF] offered to have a DNA test if the pick was donated to the museum, but she wanted money for it, and it's never been heard of since.
Along with the main man, it's gone.
As you'll probably know, the bloke that did the pick-weilding did 20 years for murder and was made a Hero of The Soviet Union on his release in 1961...and spent his remaining 17 years in a perpetual summer shuttling between Havana, Cuba and his beach house in Russia, living the dream.

As you will have seen, at least The Trot got a half-way decent concrete headstone, no doubt looking much bigger in this photo than it actually is:

(originally published 12-11-16)

ask Buzz Aldrin - he'll tell you

Comrades,

At some point during the tally room count when it looked like they were all goin' down to Trumpsville in a hand basket, I'm sure I heard someone say "you won't believe it, but the Canadian Immigration Department's website has crashed!"
No idea if it was TRUE, a hoax or not - ask Buzz Aldrin - he'll tell you:

When you drill down into the numbers of the Miracle of Democracy [which is not that hard in a first-past-the-post two-horse race], it's patently clear, at last count, that Crooked Hillary won the popular vote, albiet narrowly, 60,212,217 votes to 59,875,788 votes, but The Donald absolutely thumped her in the Electoral College 279 votes to 228, and the counting aint over yet.
Turn-out was at about 55.6% - right up the Grand Old Party's alley - the lowest turn-out in 12 years: give or take a few, roughly 103 million Americans who were entitled to vote, didn't.
Wanted no part of it.
There's your silent majority [almost] - right there.
But there is no end to the number of spanners being thrown in the works.
Folks underestimated the Trumpotus getting a cut-throat gang of Trumpoglodytes around him to assiduously work the numbers, all the time saying it was rigged against him, as cover.
The man might be as dumb-as-fuck, but he's not stupid.
Remember reading a long interview some American journo did a while back with that Great and Glorious Soviet Hero, Vladimir Putin, who asked him why he wasn't a major league fan of the democratic process.
Honest Donald's mate Vlad just replied "The Electoral College! Phhfff! You call that democratic?"

(originally published 11-11-16)

vote early, vote often

Never mind that DJ Trump! has very finely rorted the Electoral College and will be the new POTUS, tomorrow, it will be farkin' hot and pissing down all day and yep, that's right - we gotta VOTE...in the Canterbury state by-election.
Remarkably, the railings on Beamo St around the Campsie railway station are chock full of campaign posters for the ALP and the Christian Democratic Party [Fred Nile Group] - the Greens haven't bothered to put anything up, and there's no Liberal candidate standing, of course.
So, the Electoral Commission decided to get in on the act and has put up posters that say in big black & white block letters: DON'T RISK A FINE -- VOTE ON SATURDAY.
OK OK...we get the message; vote early, vote often.
Then we have to dump a shit-load of e-waste in CanBan Council's lap, amid thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening...
[The newly merged Canterbury and Bankstown City Council's - currently run by an un-elected Despot appointed by Baird Bastardo and called an Adminstrator - is running a competition to re-name the ruling body to more positively reflect the diversity of the outer edge of the Inner West close to Sydney's armpit...I've put my entry in...suggesting the local legislative authority should adpot a new corporate slogan "CANBAN COUNCIL - IF WE CAN BAN IT, WE WILL!" Top chance of winning the $5,000 first prize, for mine].

(originally published 11-11-16)

the Mexican papers are onto it

Comrades,


Mexico, is seems, will do it very tough out of this fiasco -- full of murderers and rapists don't you know - and they're paying for The Wall.
But at least the Mexican papers are onto it.

Well, we elected Tony Abbott - another nutjob of the first degree.
What's so different?
Woke up this morning and wasn't all that surprised to find the earth still revolving around the sun.


(originally published 10-11-16)

Bedtime for Bonzo

The Miracle of Democracy strikes again!!
DJ Trump! worms his way into the White House.
Oh, the horror!
So, me, the bookies, and most of the known world were wrong.
Dead wrong.
Don't we ever learn?
Anything is possible, even the impossible.
Noted that the market remained open as the ballots were still being cast, but The Donald was way way too short at $4.60, when the raging red-hot favourite, Crooked Hillary, was being quoted at $1.12 for the win [nobody ever remembers who came second].
As my Spy at the Ground said "Trumpotus should have been at least 100/1.
But as Sir Johannes Bjelke-Petersen was fond of saying "don't you worry about that".
It's just the Americans being true to form; it's no lie to say there's been no shortage of complete & utter nutters among the former residents of The White House.
How easily people forget Ronald Reagan was best known for being a B-grade actor who played second-fiddle to a chimp in the movies, before he became the POTUS.
Exquistely qualified for the job - but look what happened him - his biggest regret was that he was busted by a black man.
Found myself walking out of a cinema in Randwick, of all places, late last night and crossing the road to the nearest bar [which was called Bat Country, and they were playin' the blues] to have my usual tipple, pondering the imponderable, and thinking to myself "what would Hunter S Thompson do?" [apart from fear and loathing].
And there it was, a blackboard near the bar next to a chandelier made out of deer antlers, which had neatly written on it in white chalk.
"The Edge - there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones that have gone over" H-S-T.

(originally published 10-11-16)

the 45th President of the United States

Comrades, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys & Girls,

I give you...the 45th President of the United States

:


(originally published 9-11-16}

warming up for the Miracle of Democracy

Comrades,

As we breathlessly await the end of the world as we know it on the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November, as the good denizens of the Land of The Free and The Home of The Brave go to the polls to vote for a brand new POTUS, complete with baggage, we also have the Miracle of Democracy going on, right here, right now, in my own backyard.
While we won't exactly get the chance to choose the Leader of the Free World or who gets the foreign policy numbers to see if "sand glows in the dark" in the Canterbury by-election, it's going to be fun anyway.
Of only three candidates, Our Sophie Cotsis of the ALP will replace the great Linda Burney, who us local voters overwhelmingly decided to pack off to Canberra way back in July with the best of intentions and all power to her oars.
Pity the poor ol' conservative voters, what few of them there are in this staunchly pinko working class electorate.
With not a Tory in sight - the Libs sensibly deciding to save their money for another day - they only have a loopy tree-hugging un-reformed Trot and some Rev. Fred Nile patsy from the far-right religious lunatic fringe to choose from.
No middle ground.
They might as well not have nominated, then Soph would've been elected unopposed, saving everyone a lot of time, trouble and money
Expect a very low turn out [the fine for not voting is $55 - you get more than that for parking your car where you're not meant to], and a record informal vote:


Craves.
PS. As the Apocalypse approaches, it might be worthwhile humming along to an All American classic...

https://oompahbrass.bandcamp.com/track/living-on-a-prayer

(originally published 8-11-16)

gobbling a taco

As we count down to knowing the fate of the Free World, we might as well all move to Mexico.
Let's face it, when it's all said and done, the choice is clear - two main candidates in the US Presidential Election have different styles when it comes to gobbling a taco...

(originally published 8-11-16)

"not on any nuclear target list"

The final solution.
When the Miracle of Democracy and the Free World goes down the S-bend to hell in a handbasket on Wednesday, move to New Zealand!

http://www.theage.com.au/business/the-rich-have-found-a-place-to-escape-the-horrors-of-the-world-20161102-gsgsp0.html?eid=email:nnn-13omn654-ret_newsl-membereng:nnn-04%2F11%2F2013-news_am-dom-news-nnn-age-u&campaign_code=13INO008&et_bid=29051247&promote_channel=edmail&mbnr=NDg5ODk3Mg

"not on any nuclear target list".
God, that's a relief.
Or as a mate of mine who lived there for seven years once described it "it's like one gigantic farkin' golf course with millions of sheep on it".
Still, to their credit, our cuz across the Tasman do boast one of the most stable democracies in the known world and there's hardly anyone there.
And the filthy rich know it.
Follow the money...

(originally published 7-11-16)

the Devil Incarnate

Comrades,

A rather nice snap of a cut-out of the Devil Incarnate, in front of one of DJ Trump!'s favourite spots in Central Park just before Halloween.
You can see it from Trump Tower.
It's true!

(originally puiblished 4-11-16)

oh, so alone...haven't had a Facebook "like" in weeks...

The Miracle of Modern Communication.
Rather liked this none-too-subtle re-working of Edward Hopper's Hotel Room [1931].

(originally published 4-11-16)

go them both for a hundred quid a day

Bush Lawyers,

Rather enjoying the brouhaha surrounding the election of the Senator for Western Australia Rodney Culliton and the [now former] Senator for South Australia Bob Day.
Thought you would have learnt your lesson by now, but be careful what you wish for, Malcolm.
Somebody could do a Bjelke-Petersen on you, just to flip the bird:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Field

The High Court would be shaking their collective heads, saying s.44 looks pretty straight forward.
OK then, the Court could say - do you want us to act as a Court of Disputed Returns?
Sure.
We'll call fresh Senate elections in WA and SA, and see which way the tea-leaves fall.
The Miracle of Democracy.
That alright with you, Rich Dude?

PS.
This could be a nice little earner.
Reckon we should go them both for a hundred quid a day under the little-known s.46:

"Until the Parliament otherwise provides, any person declared by this Constitution to be incapable of sitting as a senator or as a member of the House of Representatives shall, for every day on which he so sits, be liable to pay the sum of one hundred pounds to any person who sues for it in any court of competent jurisdiction."

(originally published 3-11-16)

"graffiti removal day"

The Pinko's down at the Trades Hall alerted me to this.
It is a marvellous portrait of the man.
Captures the quintessential essence of the bloke.
Seems like he wants to ban it.

(originally published 31-10-16)

choice for the chosen one's

Comrades,

What a great idea!
Pile all yr dogs into the back of the gleaming Govt Rolls Royce and get the taxpayer-funded fully-uniformed chauffeur to drive them all the way to yr glorious palatial Country Estate.
Brilliant!
More creative than Bronwyn Bishop's chopper, for mine.
It's choice for the chosen one's, eh?

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-10-27/minister-apologises-for-using-taxpayer-money-to-chauffeur-dogs/7969838

(originally published 27-10-16)

superb creative architechture

Comrades,

You just don't know how much I am enjoying the rampant apartment construction going on apace, right here, right now, in my patch of the woods along the Great & Glorious Premier Mike Baird's Sydenham-Bankstown Development Corridor.
God, I love it.
Here's just another example, seen in Lewisham, of the superb creative architecture, quality build, attention to detail, and the super-sensitive consideration given to creating seamless, in-harmony, people-friendly screetscapes.
The building on the left will be Heritage Listed one day, mark my words.

(originally published 26-10-16)

a wise guy when it comes to politics

Comrades,

Pleased to report that Kinky Friedman is alive and well at 71, and still in good form.
Reckons he's got this far because Willie Nelson is his shrink.
Kinky is a wise guy when it comes to politics, and the fact that your opponents will always dig up all the dirt on you they can while on the campaign trail:

"Willie told me that if you fail at something for long enough, you become a legend. And of course, the other advice he gave me when I ran for Governor [of Texas, 2006] was that if you're gonna have sex with an animal, always make sure it's a horse. That way, if things don't work out, at least you know you've got a ride home".

Kinky Friedman says he's the only politician in the state who isn't too chicken to propose legalizing marijuana.
Picture Daniel Kramer/Houston Press 20/11/13

Call him ol' fashioned...

Ol' Kinky has been a failed politican since way back in '86, and has also only recently had two failed late-career runs to be elected as Texas Agriculture Commissioner on a pro-dope platform as a Democrat.
Never got past the Primaries.

"God probably couldn't have won as an Independent"

Bless



(originally published 24/10/16)

saturday crowds

Bangkok.
Saturday crowds outside the Royal Palace.
RESPECT


With a capital R.

(originally published 22/10/16)

Shit-flavoured-shit

I thought I heard of every way to get a dog up ya.
But, Shit-flavoured-shit?
Set my arse on fire, right here, right now.
That's real sick.
He's one sick man:



http://www.smh.com.au/national/man-accused-of-eating-cannabis-he-stashed-in-his-backside-before-strip-search-20161021-gs7tja.html

(originally published 21/10/16)

caption this spider

In this caper, truth is often very stranger than fiction.
What about caption this spider contest?


https://blog.csiro.au/caption-this-spider/

Depending on the judges, reckon "FREAKY FUCKER" would have to be a winner!

(originally published 17/10/16)

oops, I've gone broke

Fuck-fuck-fuckkity-fuck.
I've gone broke.

http://www.smh.com.au/federal-politics/political-news/family-first-senator-bob-day-quits-the-senate-after-building-company-goes-bust-20161017-gs3xjg.html

Can't stay in the Senate on $200K a year.
It's the law.
Ooops.
Made a lot of friends in the building industry along the way, but.
Onya, Bob.

And it looks like one or other of these two fuck-knuckles will be added, un-elected, to the long list of right-wing stark-raving lunatics in what is the "unrepresentative swill" of the Upper Hoos.
Ahh...the Miracle of Democracy.
Bless.

(originally published 17/10/16)

would have swayed the judges

This one from back in '63, no doubt, would have swayed the judges in a lean year.
You don't get a Nobel Prize these days for nuthin':


Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

© 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc

(post originally published 14/10/16

no "the last night at the dogs" after all

Comrades,

Looks like we won't have to go to "the last night at the dogs" at Wenty Park, after all.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-10-10/greyhound-racing--speculation-baird-may-reverse-ban/7917384

However, I will be forced to go to the polls again this year, as the Canterbury by-election to replace Linda Burney is scheduled for Nov 12 - the longest a seat in the NSW Parliament has been vacant for the past 10 years.
But it's the Orange by-election that has the Country Party rump, and Bullturd Baird and his tory cronies worried.
Came across this photo of some ordinary voters in Orange, sitting on a park bench in Forbes, discussing philosophy.
Bet you any money you like they would be regular patrons at the local greyhound racing track:

https://www.racingtoarespectedfuture.com.au/team/forbes/

(originally published 10-10-16)

the end of sodomy as we know it

Good God.
The end of sodomy as we know it.
In Queensland of all places.
What next, Fawlty?


http://www.smh.com.au/queensland/sexual-age-of-consent-standardised-to-age-16-by-queensland-government-20160915-grhiby.html


There must be a plebiscite about this.
"Do you agree that the law should be changed to allow teenagers of any sexual orientation whatsoever to buggerise each other to their heart's content, without fear or favour?"
Yes, or No?
None of this couldn't care less, don't know, or can't make up my mind nonsense.



(originally published 16-09-16)

chinese curses

I have been blighted with another of the three Chinese curses.
I have come to the attention of the authorities.
Yesterday afternoon, while minding my own business, a stern looking woman with a forced smile on her face, came a knocking on my front door saying she was from the Australian Bureau of Statistics and she was here about my abject failure to submit my Census form.
She wasn't taking "god, as if I haven't had enough on my plate as it is" as a defence.
I asked her about the deadline for getting the Govt paperwork back to the authorities, because I knew she was dying to tell me.
Sensibly, I thought, I overlooked enquiring about the possibility of a fine.
But she threatened me anyway, saying "I will keep coming back until you have done it".
Now, that's scary.
Why target me?
Do I look like a non law-abiding citizen, or what?



(originally published 12/09/16)

the Riot Act

Comrades,

The Miracle of Democracy and the perils of a one-seat majority.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-09-02/turnbull-reads-'riot-act'-to-missing-mps-after-labor-vote-ambush/7807632

Crikey!
Labor could've passed the Riot Act.
Moral of the story?
Never miss an adjournment debate, as it could cut into valuable drinking time.
And can someone tell the Liberal and Country Party Whip's and Leader's of the House, there'll be no pairs in this one, before they sack them?



(originally published 02/09/16)

at the Despatch Box

Miracle Workers,

Nice one of Our Linda at the Despatch Box.

Voted for her several times.
Number 1.


http://www.smh.com.au/federal-politics/political-news/tears-song-and-history-as-the-lower-house-welcomes-its-first-aboriginal-woman-20160831-gr5szn.html





(originally published 31/08/16)

some kind of aura

Just having a small library in the house must emit some kind of aura that makes over 50's 23% more likely not to die in the next 12 years.
Who would've thought?
Beyond belief, really.
Yet another example of people with far too much time on their hands:

http://www.csmonitor.com/Books/chapter-and-verse/2016/0811/Do-book-lovers-live-longer

(originally published 08-09-16)

"nightmare senate"

Comrades,

Thought at the time, said at the time, knew at the time, that the Rich Dude's call to do a Section 58 and go to the first double-dissolution election since Bob Hawke would be the biggest political blunder in living memory.
Designed to give the Coalition a tidy win in the House and clean the riff-raff out of the Senate, what do we get?
The Miracle of Democracy!
A one-seat Coalition majority in the House, the loss of three Liberal Senators, and a whopping 20 seat cross bench upstairs.
9 two-faced idiot-savant Green senators, 4 entirely demented One Nation senators, 3 Nick "The Mad Greek" Xenophon senators, the token Tasmanian lunatic senator Jacqui Lambie, a mentally-unstable washed-up former-alcoholic radio talk-back jock Derryn Hinch, the completely crazy "nanny state" dude David Leyonhjelm, and who has ever heard of the deranged Bob Day when he's at home?
Utterly ungovernable.
A Mexican stand-off between the Fascists and the Trotskyites in the Senate - what fun that will be!
Just like everywhere else in the democratic world, sensible centrist politics goes absolutely no where.
Lord, save us.

(originally published 05/08/16)