Well, we have a natural disaster in New Zealand for which the cops are looking for a criminal responsibility for … Sounds very much like the NZ Police Forces have been taking courses from Pistol Pete’s mob over here. Lets hope that Ms Adern is not going down the same old road that we’ve embraced here in the Lucky Country. Though saying all of that, how refreshing it is to remember that in NZ they have a progressive policy of public liability cover for those who’ve found themselves in the unfortunate position of being caught up in acts of god … Or, as our King would have it; the absence of a miracle.

Speaking of our King and his miracles, I see that for this natural disaster he’s saying that he’s prepared to take the advice of the medical profession – doctors – in regard to patients welfare and their transfer across the ocean to ensure that they receive proper medical treatment. Makes one wonder whether these doctors are the same doctors whose advice he dismisses as sheer rubbish with regard to our tortured refugees rotting away on our Pacific Islands, or whether its purely a matter of ideology whether a fellow human lives or dies. Or, perhaps because its Christmas, he’s prepared to bestow a miracle on those hurt in the volcano eruption in NZ. Whatever it is there is obviously a fundamental difference in the humans involved. Shame.

And while were on miracles and Divine Rights … Too Busy Gladys has succumbed to the overwhelming desires of her lucky subjects and agreed to provide something called Amnesty Bins for those of our children who have decided that they’d rather not follow their parents down the road to alcoholism and hypocrisy – and its attendant violence – and instead use better more peaceful means to forget about the trials of life and use cleaner and more enlightening substances to feel good about each other and the world they are unfortunately forced to inhabit. Such is life, but thank you very much Gladys for avoiding the concerns of our children once again. May the King’s great God bless you too!

Again, while we’re on the King’s great God, I see that the young Christ has got himself caught up in lies and politically motivated deceit again. Says his new version of the Religious Transparency and Integrity Discrimination Bill has the support of organisations like Vinnies and other of the King’s para government charities. He says that they’re all cock-a-hoop about it and that its now going to make it easier to provide proper care for those of us thrown out into the garbage heap of mankind by the King’s progressive versions of Demockracy. Of course, they all say that that’s a load of poppy-cock, that not only weren’t they even consulted regarding their new rights, but that they don’t need newly legislated rights when they already have one’s that are inherent in social conscience and that good old fashioned moral compass that points steadily toward humanitarian welfare.

What a shame that we don’t have Bill of Rights that applies equally to all of us instead of this muddle of particular miracles that come and go via the whim of a King’s slight-of-hand. Though being Christmas of course, we shouldn’t be talking about these things now … spoils the mood of the festivities. Hey, at least we don’t have His Disgrace bouncing up and down on his dais and praying at us, and forgiving – those of us who deserve it of course – our sins.

And the crickets on, which will show us the true Anzac spirit and hopefully that old, but alas, that now deemed unworthy character, that’s made us and the Kiwis such good brothers in arms. That’s not to say that I don’t want us Aussies not to thrash the living daylights out of the Black Caps … But hell, I expect them to put up one helluva a mean and no holds barred fight.

To a Christian Priest; “I see with you that our affairs are not well managed here below; I wish I could believe with you, that they were well attended to by those above: I rather suspect, from certain circumstances, that though the general government of the universe is well administered, our particular little affairs are perhaps below notice, and left to take chance of human prudence or imprudence … It is, however, an uncomfortable thought, and I leave it.” – Benjamin Franklin.