Australia is being compelled to take people of ‘bad character’, so the Mimp for State Security and Deprivation of Conscience is raving to his clique again. Of course, the thing he’s attempting to muddle is medical treatment for our refugees .. remember them, those fellow humans we’ve imprisoned out there on an island that time, we are told, should forget. Now this bad character that ‘His Disgrace’ bandies about is a notion of criminality. What does he fear so much…
Me, I’m a Most Profligate Sinner … And so damned proud of it! “Ah”, I hear you say, “Pride is another sin”. Yes it is, but its a noble sin and its open to everyone … Ole Suicide again, Cherish Life – what a load of crap – another righteous organisation bounded in sin. The sin they call the ‘Right to Life’; except all rights have been removed from it. They say, how would you feel if you were told…
A funny thing happened on the way to my church yesterday. Im an evening church attender .. the darkness that surrounds me matches the message better. Also, of course, there’s not much point going to the Palace of Kings until you’re well and truly in the mood. And 8 hours of Rugby League Advertising sure does put you there. So listening still to Old Suicide .. this young lady came on the air to talk about respect. She had an…
When I was in my mid-teens a group of my friends decided that we wanted to have our own Lunar Club. A friend Mark A. and I had both read Ben Franklins Autobiography and we liked the idea of getting together around a table and discussing weird and wonderful ideas. It was much easier then .. there was no Internet, so when you learnt things you actually had to trawl through information instead of just getting any old answer that…
Ever spent 61/2 hours sitting on a wooden bench waiting for a question to be answered, staring at glossy posters telling you about Respect, Duty of Care, Bullying and having Courageous Conversations? Well not really waiting for an answer, no fool would do that. No, waiting for a letter to be copied. I’d received my answer .. No! But, someone was apparently ‘seeing what they could do’. Of course someone would have actually needed to take the letter and copy…
Imagine. Bang bang bang … G’day, Joe Brown’s budgie’s given us permission to rifle through your underpants. Ha ha, ha you say, that’ll be over my dead body. No no, he says, its true its Joe Browns budgie .. Well, you’d better get that budgie down here then and well make it over its dead body too. Settle down, tiger .. its JOE BROWN’S BUDGIE. Buddy, I dont care if its my ex-girlfriend’s axalotel that’s given you permission, if you…
Its about balancing quality and quantity … Life. Here I’m talking about something said to me about a little old lady in palliative care – my mother. My mother’s 82 and yes, I suppose at that stage, life may be about the balancing of quality with quantity. But what if one is say, 55 years old? Is it as easy to balance quality with quantity? Who says just what is the quantity that must be balanced with quality? Who is…
Sunday morning always seems to be the darkest day of the week regardless of the weather. You’ve spent all Saturday trying to avoid, or rather do away with, the disgrace of the week before .. and they give you a Sunday. All the good people dressing up in their finest to head off to church to listen to the emptiness of false hope in order to have the fortitude to beam with self deceit for another week in living hell….
? Its a question mark; a mark of ignorance. Usually preceded by a collection of words, it signifies that a question has been asked. Its true that it does not require, in itself, that the preceding collection of words should be answered, though, generally, when one sees this little symbol one jumps to give it an answer. An answer gives the little symbol some dignity .. even to a collection of words that appear to be undignified. So you see…
Well, we’re off and running. Fairs fair. I see we’ve voted the Priest-king a bit of a fillip to his woefully empty pot of gold. We’ve got to get him to stop spending so much on his welfare. 10,000 buckaroos .. tax deductible, of course. I suppose its only fair. 10,000 shmackers. Thats the equivalent of being assigned a disenfranchised characterless ex-Aussie to wash his and his kids feet everyday while he dribbles on them. Well, as his Moron for…