America's deficit, it's recently been reported, is 11.3 trillion.
A staggering amount and as I started to write this, it just occurred to me that figures are becoming so immense in the modern day that "new" names for such amounts are being created - custom money, if y'like. Nothing has been seen before; amounts are becoming so vast that we no longer have established names for them. We must surely be approaching "gazillion". Or the hysterical, "brazillion" from the Bush joke, Three Brazillian soldiers have been killed, oh my God, how many's three brazillion!)
Setting the funnies aside, to try to add some perspective, 11.3 trillion is 11 thousand, three hundred separate piles of a billion dollars. Remember when a billion seemed to be a fantastic amount? (To add a little more perspective: 5 figures is a large amount to the majority - though admittedly less so than say three decades ago, which further supports the point. US deficit is...shit, hang on, I'll have to write this one down! Fourteen figures - in debt).
Money has become this monster after which we all crave; it is in fact our existence. Without it one can simply, not exist.
And now, in the midst of the recent financial instability, those with it are in large part, panicking - scrabbling to hold on to what they have.
The huge majority of individual homeowners who have lost said homes pale into a long-forgotten insignificance beside the recent collapse of massive mortgage houses whose disintegration has freaked out governments the world over - not less so the mighty US who've had to bale out several of them - at a cost of 700 billion.
(The government in fact are hoping it's an investment as traditionally the housing market has always bounced back so they are banking on -heh heh, pun IS intended - the market recovering and they making huge profits. Only time will tell. But keeping in mind this deficit, and the continuing amounts they are sinking into the Middle East, this move could be the definition of "sailing close to the wind".
Interesting times ahead.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
RIP RICK WRIGHT
Rick Wright, for those not in the know, (shame, shame, shame on you!) was the keyboard player for Pink Floyd. He died aged 65 from an undisclosed cancer.
Wright was the creator of the sublime intro to "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" (a touching lament for the founder member of "The Pink Floyd Sound" as it was known in 1965, Syd Barrett. Syd's erratic behaviour saw him replaced eventually with David Gilmour).
He also wrote "Us and Them", another classic from the equally sublime and world famous Dark Side of the Moon. This album often tops the list of world's best albums - and rightly so (no pun intended).
Wright and another member, Roger Waters had what best can be described as a turbulent relationship which eventually led to Wright being forced to resign from he band during the recording of 1979's The Wall.
Just after recording The Final Cut, Waters declared Pink Floyd, "a spent force" and left himself - and subsequently sued he rest of the band over rights to the name. Eventually he lost that fight.
Interesting sidebar: during their concerts, they often used these two enormous dirigibles in the shape of pigs that would float above the stage connected by cables (the same pig can be seen on the cover of their "Animals" album floating above London's Battersea Park. Hilariously, at one point one of the cables snapped and this massive "balloon" floated off across London and had to be shot down by the police).
Waters declared that they could no longer use these beasts either. So the rest of the band got round this by castrating the pigs. Y'see, they had been male - the rest of the band considered that if they cut the nads off them then they wouldn't be the same - exactly - hence hey could continue to use them.
Said David Gilmour of his long time friend:
"No one can replace Richard Wright. He was my musical partner and my friend. In the welter of arguments about who or what was Pink Floyd, Rick's enormous input was frequently forgotten. He was gentle, unassuming and private but his soulful voice and playing were vital, magical components of our most recognised Pink Floyd sound. I have never played with anyone quite like him. The blend of his and my voices and our musical telepathy reached their first major flowering in 1971 on 'Echoes'. In my view all the greatest PF moments are the ones where he is in full flow. After all, without 'Us and Them' and 'The Great Gig In The Sky', both of which he wrote, what would 'The Dark Side Of The Moon' have been? Without his quiet touch the Album 'Wish You Were Here' would not quite have worked. In our middle years, for many reasons he lost his way for a while, but in the early Nineties, with 'The Division Bell', his vitality, spark and humour returned to him and then the audience reaction to his appearances on my tour in 2006 was hugely uplifting and it's a mark of his modesty that those standing ovations came as a huge surprise to him, (though not to the rest of us). Like Rick, I don't find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously".
Anyway, RIP Rick, your legacy will live on for years to come.
Wright was the creator of the sublime intro to "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" (a touching lament for the founder member of "The Pink Floyd Sound" as it was known in 1965, Syd Barrett. Syd's erratic behaviour saw him replaced eventually with David Gilmour).
He also wrote "Us and Them", another classic from the equally sublime and world famous Dark Side of the Moon. This album often tops the list of world's best albums - and rightly so (no pun intended).
Wright and another member, Roger Waters had what best can be described as a turbulent relationship which eventually led to Wright being forced to resign from he band during the recording of 1979's The Wall.
Just after recording The Final Cut, Waters declared Pink Floyd, "a spent force" and left himself - and subsequently sued he rest of the band over rights to the name. Eventually he lost that fight.
Interesting sidebar: during their concerts, they often used these two enormous dirigibles in the shape of pigs that would float above the stage connected by cables (the same pig can be seen on the cover of their "Animals" album floating above London's Battersea Park. Hilariously, at one point one of the cables snapped and this massive "balloon" floated off across London and had to be shot down by the police).
Waters declared that they could no longer use these beasts either. So the rest of the band got round this by castrating the pigs. Y'see, they had been male - the rest of the band considered that if they cut the nads off them then they wouldn't be the same - exactly - hence hey could continue to use them.
Said David Gilmour of his long time friend:
"No one can replace Richard Wright. He was my musical partner and my friend. In the welter of arguments about who or what was Pink Floyd, Rick's enormous input was frequently forgotten. He was gentle, unassuming and private but his soulful voice and playing were vital, magical components of our most recognised Pink Floyd sound. I have never played with anyone quite like him. The blend of his and my voices and our musical telepathy reached their first major flowering in 1971 on 'Echoes'. In my view all the greatest PF moments are the ones where he is in full flow. After all, without 'Us and Them' and 'The Great Gig In The Sky', both of which he wrote, what would 'The Dark Side Of The Moon' have been? Without his quiet touch the Album 'Wish You Were Here' would not quite have worked. In our middle years, for many reasons he lost his way for a while, but in the early Nineties, with 'The Division Bell', his vitality, spark and humour returned to him and then the audience reaction to his appearances on my tour in 2006 was hugely uplifting and it's a mark of his modesty that those standing ovations came as a huge surprise to him, (though not to the rest of us). Like Rick, I don't find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously".
Anyway, RIP Rick, your legacy will live on for years to come.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
NEWS IN BRIEF - - SUNDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER
I'll start with an exasperated sigh as I open the "Body and Soul" section to see a double page spread reporting on our need to "rethink our relationship with the sun's rays".
After years and years of the "slip, slop, slap" campaign to encourage people (morons) to put on sunscreen, hats and sunnies, we are now told, "hang on - maybe we were a bit too hasty with that".
Quelle surprise.
Dr Muttars has written about this before; that a body needs the suns rays as it's the primary source of vitamin D, and to completely isolate oneself from such a source will inevitably lead to problems in the future - hence this article - and its claim of increased reports of vitamin deficiency.
The headline concerns the NSW Premier Nathan Rees being told not to ask questions of his boss at the time, Milton Orkopolous, the child sex offender, if he wanted any kind of political future. Political expedience at its most insidious.
Page 8 has a report about child snatch cases; they seem to be on the increase which is a worry. Around 20 cases of attempted abduction have been reported in the last fortnight. Disturbing, (yet relieving to me at least that I don't have children).
On the opposite page is a picture of the dopey bint, Kate Milligan, she of the "glass in face" episode. And a report of the Police's dismay at Ms Milligan's refusal to cooperate with them regarding the case. They say the case is in danger of collapse because the woman would prefer to talk to the media rather than them. The accompanying picture of Ms Milligan shows the scar; admittedly it's not an enormous scar but that's hardly the point is it?
So yet another violent offender gets off scott free because of a weak woman.
A double spread on 14/15 reports on "The MOTHER OF ALL BAILOUTS". This concerns the one trillion rescue package from the Bush government for the shaky financial markets in the US. This on top of the 500 billion the Iraq/Afghanistan war has cost so far (with more - oh so much more - to come).
Not to be alarmist but this could be the beginning of the end for the mighty US. Although it may seem so, America's coffers are not a bottomless pit.
Page 30 has a report, again echoing what I have written many times in the past. That junk food should be treated as just as dangerous as cigarettes. They don't actually go as far as claiming that (because the editor wouldn't allow it - because he has to cater to the anti-smoking lobby - and politicians - and bleeding hearts - and ALL the rest) but the intimation is the same. That being that burgers, fries, chocolate et al are every bit as dangerous when overindulged, as tobacco (more so in fact - obesity is now a bigger killer than tobacco - and it costs health systems the world over, more. More exasperation from yours truly as I've been saying this for years...).
Page 33 carries a small piece about the injuries being experienced by parachutists in the Australian army. Some blah, blah, blah that ends with, "Military parachuting, as with civilian, is inherently risky. Which is why a reserve chute is carried".
I have skydived (skydove...?) about 200 times and frankly can't understand how people die doing it. If one packs one's chute correctly - which is quite simple actually - there is no reason why it won't deploy - as mine did every time of the 200 so...go figure, I think's the term.
34 and 35 have a report from a female cop whining on about how awful it was to have been attacked. Yeah, boohoo love - if you can't hack it get another job then - you're meant to be a tough police officer - not a baby! Join the ranks of something like 45% of cops who are currently on leave for "counselling" because they saw something "scary" or "upsetting". What...the fuck...happened to tough policemen? Keep bloody women off the front line for a start. How the hell can a five foot nothing female restrain an over six foot nutter? Answer: she can't. Nuff said there.
Next we have an article entitled, "What gives us stress?". The NRMA (a motoring organisation, strangely enough...) has conducted a study asking the question.
Smelly people,
Unstocked supermarket shelves,
The office know-it-all,
...are some of the top offenders.
I don't work in an office; supermarket shelves, stocked or otherwise, don't bother me, but don't get me started on stinking, smelly, unwashed and apparently unaware of a marvellous invention called soap and fucking water, mingers. It's the main reaon why I don't take public transport.
Page 39:
Ur kids r L8 4 skool.
With the subheading: Schools go high tech. It's a story about schools texting parent if their kids don't turn up for school. Dear God! High tech? Have you read the line. More like dumbed down if you ask me - and from a school too. Methinks here we have the answer as to why students are failing miserably at English.
But let's just consider this for a second. Someone's brat doesn't turn up so you send a text. Are you telling me that you life is so incredibly hectic that you can't even text, "Your kids are late for school"? Seriously? You're sooo busy you have to resort to this...this...abomination of English. Shame on you teacher/principal and if this is how you're going to act then you can kiss goodbye to any more money or holidays!
And staggeringly I just noticed on the same page, slightly lower, a small article concerning teachers "plea for funding". Gadzooks!!!
In world news, Tony Blair, the ex-British Prime Minister, is at the prestigious Yale University in the US. Preaching his message of faith to the Ivy-League students. Which faith?
Fuckin PAPISM!!!!! I'd prefer he preached Islam, frankly.
Russians attack Rice:
...Is the headline on 44. Condoleeza Rice, the American Secretary of State, gave a speech in Washington, claiming the Russians "had gone too far in Georgia, was taking a dark turn towards authoritarianism, and was on a one-way path to self-imposed isolation and international irrelevance".
Don't hold back Condo.
Russia replied with, "this is not the first time that representatives of the US government have grossly distorted the events by Georgian aggression against South Ossetia".
Looks like the fox, Sarah Palin could be right.
Politics, politics, politics...a bit about Sean Connery and how success put him under huge pressure (boohoo Sean - my heart bleeds!) cartoons and the pretty people at parties.
That's the Sunday Rag for this week, folks.
After years and years of the "slip, slop, slap" campaign to encourage people (morons) to put on sunscreen, hats and sunnies, we are now told, "hang on - maybe we were a bit too hasty with that".
Quelle surprise.
Dr Muttars has written about this before; that a body needs the suns rays as it's the primary source of vitamin D, and to completely isolate oneself from such a source will inevitably lead to problems in the future - hence this article - and its claim of increased reports of vitamin deficiency.
The headline concerns the NSW Premier Nathan Rees being told not to ask questions of his boss at the time, Milton Orkopolous, the child sex offender, if he wanted any kind of political future. Political expedience at its most insidious.
Page 8 has a report about child snatch cases; they seem to be on the increase which is a worry. Around 20 cases of attempted abduction have been reported in the last fortnight. Disturbing, (yet relieving to me at least that I don't have children).
On the opposite page is a picture of the dopey bint, Kate Milligan, she of the "glass in face" episode. And a report of the Police's dismay at Ms Milligan's refusal to cooperate with them regarding the case. They say the case is in danger of collapse because the woman would prefer to talk to the media rather than them. The accompanying picture of Ms Milligan shows the scar; admittedly it's not an enormous scar but that's hardly the point is it?
So yet another violent offender gets off scott free because of a weak woman.
A double spread on 14/15 reports on "The MOTHER OF ALL BAILOUTS". This concerns the one trillion rescue package from the Bush government for the shaky financial markets in the US. This on top of the 500 billion the Iraq/Afghanistan war has cost so far (with more - oh so much more - to come).
Not to be alarmist but this could be the beginning of the end for the mighty US. Although it may seem so, America's coffers are not a bottomless pit.
Page 30 has a report, again echoing what I have written many times in the past. That junk food should be treated as just as dangerous as cigarettes. They don't actually go as far as claiming that (because the editor wouldn't allow it - because he has to cater to the anti-smoking lobby - and politicians - and bleeding hearts - and ALL the rest) but the intimation is the same. That being that burgers, fries, chocolate et al are every bit as dangerous when overindulged, as tobacco (more so in fact - obesity is now a bigger killer than tobacco - and it costs health systems the world over, more. More exasperation from yours truly as I've been saying this for years...).
Page 33 carries a small piece about the injuries being experienced by parachutists in the Australian army. Some blah, blah, blah that ends with, "Military parachuting, as with civilian, is inherently risky. Which is why a reserve chute is carried".
I have skydived (skydove...?) about 200 times and frankly can't understand how people die doing it. If one packs one's chute correctly - which is quite simple actually - there is no reason why it won't deploy - as mine did every time of the 200 so...go figure, I think's the term.
34 and 35 have a report from a female cop whining on about how awful it was to have been attacked. Yeah, boohoo love - if you can't hack it get another job then - you're meant to be a tough police officer - not a baby! Join the ranks of something like 45% of cops who are currently on leave for "counselling" because they saw something "scary" or "upsetting". What...the fuck...happened to tough policemen? Keep bloody women off the front line for a start. How the hell can a five foot nothing female restrain an over six foot nutter? Answer: she can't. Nuff said there.
Next we have an article entitled, "What gives us stress?". The NRMA (a motoring organisation, strangely enough...) has conducted a study asking the question.
Smelly people,
Unstocked supermarket shelves,
The office know-it-all,
...are some of the top offenders.
I don't work in an office; supermarket shelves, stocked or otherwise, don't bother me, but don't get me started on stinking, smelly, unwashed and apparently unaware of a marvellous invention called soap and fucking water, mingers. It's the main reaon why I don't take public transport.
Page 39:
Ur kids r L8 4 skool.
With the subheading: Schools go high tech. It's a story about schools texting parent if their kids don't turn up for school. Dear God! High tech? Have you read the line. More like dumbed down if you ask me - and from a school too. Methinks here we have the answer as to why students are failing miserably at English.
But let's just consider this for a second. Someone's brat doesn't turn up so you send a text. Are you telling me that you life is so incredibly hectic that you can't even text, "Your kids are late for school"? Seriously? You're sooo busy you have to resort to this...this...abomination of English. Shame on you teacher/principal and if this is how you're going to act then you can kiss goodbye to any more money or holidays!
And staggeringly I just noticed on the same page, slightly lower, a small article concerning teachers "plea for funding". Gadzooks!!!
In world news, Tony Blair, the ex-British Prime Minister, is at the prestigious Yale University in the US. Preaching his message of faith to the Ivy-League students. Which faith?
Fuckin PAPISM!!!!! I'd prefer he preached Islam, frankly.
Russians attack Rice:
...Is the headline on 44. Condoleeza Rice, the American Secretary of State, gave a speech in Washington, claiming the Russians "had gone too far in Georgia, was taking a dark turn towards authoritarianism, and was on a one-way path to self-imposed isolation and international irrelevance".
Don't hold back Condo.
Russia replied with, "this is not the first time that representatives of the US government have grossly distorted the events by Georgian aggression against South Ossetia".
Looks like the fox, Sarah Palin could be right.
Politics, politics, politics...a bit about Sean Connery and how success put him under huge pressure (boohoo Sean - my heart bleeds!) cartoons and the pretty people at parties.
That's the Sunday Rag for this week, folks.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
KATIE TELLS ALL...
In a headline in the Saturday Rag that's sure to infuriate all previous victims of domestic violence, Katie Milligan, the abused girlfriend of Greg Bird, claims, "My Greg would never hurt me".
My first thought was, if this isn't hurting her I'd hate to see what would be. Remember, this man (loosely speaking of course) smashed a glass in the girl's face causing severe lacerations. And if this isn't "hurting", what's left - murder?
Yet in the words of Dolly Parton, she's "standing by her man".
Brings a whole new meaning to love hurts eh?
My first thought was, if this isn't hurting her I'd hate to see what would be. Remember, this man (loosely speaking of course) smashed a glass in the girl's face causing severe lacerations. And if this isn't "hurting", what's left - murder?
Yet in the words of Dolly Parton, she's "standing by her man".
Brings a whole new meaning to love hurts eh?
Sunday, September 14, 2008
NEWS IN BRIEF
Source: The Sunday Rag.
The front page carries the headline "POLL-AXED" and refers to the beating Labor has taken at the recent council elections. All as a result of Iemma and his co-conspirators' incompetence. (To be fair though, whilst absolving none of the blame, they were handed a bag of shit from... ...fucking Bob fucking Carr, that...fuck!!! Another Labor man.).
It's joined with a picture of Liz Kemp with her son. She is the (now) separated wife of "held in God-like status" Brett Lee, the idolized cricketer. Page three in fact has an almost full page spread of her enjoying more time with the kid.
Which is exactly what she accused Lee of doing yesterday. So, they both seem to be exploiting their parenting to the max.
Dirty, nasty stuff.
Anyway, boohoo, the rich and their "woe is me", "life's so hard", self obsession.
Stop it - you'll have me cryin into my yellow pack cornflakes!
Next two pages - politics. Snoozeville.
Next two ads and more politics, focussing this time on Reba Meagher, the ex-Health Minister - a truly woeful one.
So it's page nine before we get to anything worth caring about. A picture of a Great Dane standing over a Chihuahua and a story about "most destructive" dog breeds. This story will rely purely on statistical information and therefore flawed, but with the cutsey story about Rottweillers and their $3300 vases. Nevertheless it still beats politics! And let me add something here; one is more likely to be bitten or acted aggressively towards by the Chihuahua than the much larger dog. Fact.
Oh God. Page 13 has a story about Bob Irwin, the son off the late Steve who was tragically killed by a stingray barb in some paradise somewhere while filming his latest show. I think he actually was a decent sorta Joe and am certain he'd be turning in his grave at some of the exploits of his capitalistic wife, Terri.
Just as we're getting over the sickening overexposure of the pig-tailed Bindi, Bob's sister, now Bob is set to have his own show.
Next we have a double page of the Packers new 3.7 million dollar pool. Yep, you heard right - just the pool. The Packers are Australia's richest family. The patriarch, (Kerry - bit of a girly name) is dead; Jamie the son is now in charge. A shockingly unattractive man, just quietly, yet with a hot wife.
Oh oh. Page 17 carries a bit about the Papists and how they're being held responsible for the flu that currently seems to be affecting the general population. "Pilgrims" from 100 different countries, it seems, were a bit manky, bringing their diseases with them. You are well aware of my opinion of these people. And yes, by "these" I mean Papists!
The opposite page offers me my "last chance" to join the Fun Run. Yeah righto, where can I put my chair?
The teachers are planning a day of action. Because of the new "staff-transfer" system which allows for Principals to have ultimate control over hiring of new staff. As sympathetic as I am I can't get over the two months annual holidays, frankly.
A bit about Teens raiding their parents' pill closets for the hit is in there. No real biggie - kids have been ingesting powder and pills for decades. The much larger concern is still the piss.
America's getting whalloped by yet another hurricane. Dubbed "Ike", this one is similar in power to the famous Katrina. That makes four. Poor bastards.
A bit about Sarah Palin, the running mate of John McCain, who recently claimed America should consider going to war with Russia over the Georgian affair. She claims it's inevitable.
I think she's a fox.
And that's about it. Politics fills the rest of the Rag, then the comics and pictures of the beautiful at parties.
The front page carries the headline "POLL-AXED" and refers to the beating Labor has taken at the recent council elections. All as a result of Iemma and his co-conspirators' incompetence. (To be fair though, whilst absolving none of the blame, they were handed a bag of shit from... ...fucking Bob fucking Carr, that...fuck!!! Another Labor man.).
It's joined with a picture of Liz Kemp with her son. She is the (now) separated wife of "held in God-like status" Brett Lee, the idolized cricketer. Page three in fact has an almost full page spread of her enjoying more time with the kid.
Which is exactly what she accused Lee of doing yesterday. So, they both seem to be exploiting their parenting to the max.
Dirty, nasty stuff.
Anyway, boohoo, the rich and their "woe is me", "life's so hard", self obsession.
Stop it - you'll have me cryin into my yellow pack cornflakes!
Next two pages - politics. Snoozeville.
Next two ads and more politics, focussing this time on Reba Meagher, the ex-Health Minister - a truly woeful one.
So it's page nine before we get to anything worth caring about. A picture of a Great Dane standing over a Chihuahua and a story about "most destructive" dog breeds. This story will rely purely on statistical information and therefore flawed, but with the cutsey story about Rottweillers and their $3300 vases. Nevertheless it still beats politics! And let me add something here; one is more likely to be bitten or acted aggressively towards by the Chihuahua than the much larger dog. Fact.
Oh God. Page 13 has a story about Bob Irwin, the son off the late Steve who was tragically killed by a stingray barb in some paradise somewhere while filming his latest show. I think he actually was a decent sorta Joe and am certain he'd be turning in his grave at some of the exploits of his capitalistic wife, Terri.
Just as we're getting over the sickening overexposure of the pig-tailed Bindi, Bob's sister, now Bob is set to have his own show.
Next we have a double page of the Packers new 3.7 million dollar pool. Yep, you heard right - just the pool. The Packers are Australia's richest family. The patriarch, (Kerry - bit of a girly name) is dead; Jamie the son is now in charge. A shockingly unattractive man, just quietly, yet with a hot wife.
Oh oh. Page 17 carries a bit about the Papists and how they're being held responsible for the flu that currently seems to be affecting the general population. "Pilgrims" from 100 different countries, it seems, were a bit manky, bringing their diseases with them. You are well aware of my opinion of these people. And yes, by "these" I mean Papists!
The opposite page offers me my "last chance" to join the Fun Run. Yeah righto, where can I put my chair?
The teachers are planning a day of action. Because of the new "staff-transfer" system which allows for Principals to have ultimate control over hiring of new staff. As sympathetic as I am I can't get over the two months annual holidays, frankly.
A bit about Teens raiding their parents' pill closets for the hit is in there. No real biggie - kids have been ingesting powder and pills for decades. The much larger concern is still the piss.
America's getting whalloped by yet another hurricane. Dubbed "Ike", this one is similar in power to the famous Katrina. That makes four. Poor bastards.
A bit about Sarah Palin, the running mate of John McCain, who recently claimed America should consider going to war with Russia over the Georgian affair. She claims it's inevitable.
I think she's a fox.
And that's about it. Politics fills the rest of the Rag, then the comics and pictures of the beautiful at parties.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
I SHOULD BE HAPPY...
...but I'm not...well, I'm thrilled that Morris "the Fuckwit" Iemma and his band of merry incompetents, "Dr. Evil', the slap-headed Michael Costa, and Reba Meagher, the disastrous health minister, have been ousted, but such thrill is marred somewhat by the knowledge these cretins who almost single-handedly destroyed NSW's economy will leave with a 180,000 or so a year publicly funded pension - for life.
These morons should be forced to get a real job and pay their own way.
So we now have a new premier, who has ascended to the position by virtue of Iemma's sacking/resignation (he jumped after being told he would be pushed).
Some ex-garbo called Nathan Rees. In a poll, 50% had never heard of him, 30% thought he was a labour backbencher (which he is), 19 thought weatherman, and 1, an AFL star.
He in fact was a senior staffer to Milton...Akapocolis (or something like that) who recently has been jailed after being found guilty of child sex charges. (Rees denies any knowledge of it - he would wouldn't he).
Front page of the Saturday Rag sees him claim with gusto, that he wanted to have "a red hot go" at fixing the State's financial issues.
Well, Mr Rees, what if you're red hot go isn't enough? Iemma said much the same thing. In fact it was his catchcry for re-election. "There's more to do - but we're heading in the right direction". (The dead from the neck up majority believed him and re-elected the cretin. Now look where we are).
So do we now just wait to see if this similarly risen to power nobody by virtue of a resigned Premier can fulfill his hastily uttered promises?
If this one's anything like Iemma, then the State will be bankrupt in just a few years.
Christ help us then.
These morons should be forced to get a real job and pay their own way.
So we now have a new premier, who has ascended to the position by virtue of Iemma's sacking/resignation (he jumped after being told he would be pushed).
Some ex-garbo called Nathan Rees. In a poll, 50% had never heard of him, 30% thought he was a labour backbencher (which he is), 19 thought weatherman, and 1, an AFL star.
He in fact was a senior staffer to Milton...Akapocolis (or something like that) who recently has been jailed after being found guilty of child sex charges. (Rees denies any knowledge of it - he would wouldn't he).
Front page of the Saturday Rag sees him claim with gusto, that he wanted to have "a red hot go" at fixing the State's financial issues.
Well, Mr Rees, what if you're red hot go isn't enough? Iemma said much the same thing. In fact it was his catchcry for re-election. "There's more to do - but we're heading in the right direction". (The dead from the neck up majority believed him and re-elected the cretin. Now look where we are).
So do we now just wait to see if this similarly risen to power nobody by virtue of a resigned Premier can fulfill his hastily uttered promises?
If this one's anything like Iemma, then the State will be bankrupt in just a few years.
Christ help us then.
ME, THE CARPET RAT AND THE BOYS #2
In the history of stupid dogs, this carpet rat must be king. Again it came scampering out of its garden, barking and carrying on like it's demented...and whether Scoob was the preordained target or just the closest, it went straight for him.
(Hellooo...little doggie...haven't we been here before? Remember? You shat yourself and ran away?)
This time Scoob defined cool. He dropped his head, growled from somewhere deep in his gut, and almost tediously chased the rat back into its garden. Sortof, "go away little dog - you're bothering me!"
New sheriff y'see.
(Hellooo...little doggie...haven't we been here before? Remember? You shat yourself and ran away?)
This time Scoob defined cool. He dropped his head, growled from somewhere deep in his gut, and almost tediously chased the rat back into its garden. Sortof, "go away little dog - you're bothering me!"
New sheriff y'see.
Friday, September 05, 2008
TITS AND ASS
It's the rating season on TV and the commercial channels have released their best offerings ("best" being relative of course).
Channel Nine's "best" is a show called The Strip and it concerns a bunch of pretty people solving crimes on the Gold Coast (Australia's equivalent to Venice Beach) and announced by a menacingly deep-voiced voice-over man in an attempt to convey the importance of the show.
It's been being advertised with that most popular of ways, the slow motion walk. The pretty ones strolling with purpose along the Coast's golden sands. Handsome men, pretty women with a body of a honey in the foreground (more tits).
I was at a colleague's house and happened to see a few minutes of the programme, hence the "tits and ass" heading for the post. Because really, that's all it is and what the producers are counting on to attract viewers - who'll be predominately men.
Take away the half-naked people and it's a mediocre show (even with the half-naked people it's still mediocre, frankly).
Compare this drivel with a re-runned show on Channel Two by the name of Wildside. This is also a cop show (from the 90's) based in Sydney's underbelly - gritty, dark, with great writing and quality actors who, whilst they're not hideous, cannot be described as pretty.
No beaches or colourful attire; just a dark, brooding snapshot of the underworld of Australia's premier city.
With great storylines and engaging characters. Top stuff.
Channel Nine's "best" is a show called The Strip and it concerns a bunch of pretty people solving crimes on the Gold Coast (Australia's equivalent to Venice Beach) and announced by a menacingly deep-voiced voice-over man in an attempt to convey the importance of the show.
It's been being advertised with that most popular of ways, the slow motion walk. The pretty ones strolling with purpose along the Coast's golden sands. Handsome men, pretty women with a body of a honey in the foreground (more tits).
I was at a colleague's house and happened to see a few minutes of the programme, hence the "tits and ass" heading for the post. Because really, that's all it is and what the producers are counting on to attract viewers - who'll be predominately men.
Take away the half-naked people and it's a mediocre show (even with the half-naked people it's still mediocre, frankly).
Compare this drivel with a re-runned show on Channel Two by the name of Wildside. This is also a cop show (from the 90's) based in Sydney's underbelly - gritty, dark, with great writing and quality actors who, whilst they're not hideous, cannot be described as pretty.
No beaches or colourful attire; just a dark, brooding snapshot of the underworld of Australia's premier city.
With great storylines and engaging characters. Top stuff.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
AND AGAIN...
I don't know if you're tired of hearing about it. For sure I'm getting tired writing about it.
What? You ask.
Sexual abuse by the papists.
This time it involves a 65 year old former priest of St Stanislaus College in Bathurst, west of Sydney, among others. The papist faces 33 charges of "sexual assault and gross acts of indecency on juveniles aged between 10 and 18".
It also transpires that one of the accused (it's not clear whether it's this priest or another) was a chaperone during the World Youth Day celebrations. Kinda cheapens it a bit really. I mean, here we are, meant to be celebrating all things Christian and at least one of the "leaders" is a sexual abuser.
When the fuck are you catholics going to do something about your sick masters? Or maybe that's how all papists get their jollies. Maybe you secretly like it. Maybe that's why you've embraced the faith - for the better sex life, whether your victim wants it or not.
Tell you what, shall we just sweep it under the carpet? As per usual? Shall we just continue to ignore your papist priests' indiscretions?
Or...maybe...nah, dumb idea. No wait, let's call them to account. Let's not just ignore it and treat the papist master in the funny hat like he's God's right hand man (which he's not, in fact). Let's take the awesome power away from the papists and make them pay for their paedophile priests. Let's get the fuckin pope to answer for the years of abuse - and when I say answer, I don't mean a stuttered apology. We don't want your fuckin apology, papist, we want you to stop your fuckin priests (no pun intended) buggering and raping young boys.
Again and again, we hear of yet another sicko priest touching up young boys while he rubs himself hard.
Catholics. This is your fault - all of you. You alone are responsible and only you can stop it. Don't you want to? Do you secretly condone it?
With your Hail Mary's and your bloody beads. Christ! Have a look at what you believe in for God's sake.
What? You ask.
Sexual abuse by the papists.
This time it involves a 65 year old former priest of St Stanislaus College in Bathurst, west of Sydney, among others. The papist faces 33 charges of "sexual assault and gross acts of indecency on juveniles aged between 10 and 18".
It also transpires that one of the accused (it's not clear whether it's this priest or another) was a chaperone during the World Youth Day celebrations. Kinda cheapens it a bit really. I mean, here we are, meant to be celebrating all things Christian and at least one of the "leaders" is a sexual abuser.
When the fuck are you catholics going to do something about your sick masters? Or maybe that's how all papists get their jollies. Maybe you secretly like it. Maybe that's why you've embraced the faith - for the better sex life, whether your victim wants it or not.
Tell you what, shall we just sweep it under the carpet? As per usual? Shall we just continue to ignore your papist priests' indiscretions?
Or...maybe...nah, dumb idea. No wait, let's call them to account. Let's not just ignore it and treat the papist master in the funny hat like he's God's right hand man (which he's not, in fact). Let's take the awesome power away from the papists and make them pay for their paedophile priests. Let's get the fuckin pope to answer for the years of abuse - and when I say answer, I don't mean a stuttered apology. We don't want your fuckin apology, papist, we want you to stop your fuckin priests (no pun intended) buggering and raping young boys.
Again and again, we hear of yet another sicko priest touching up young boys while he rubs himself hard.
Catholics. This is your fault - all of you. You alone are responsible and only you can stop it. Don't you want to? Do you secretly condone it?
With your Hail Mary's and your bloody beads. Christ! Have a look at what you believe in for God's sake.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
ME, THE CARPET RAT AND THE BOYS
I was asked a while back if my Boys would defend me should I ever be set upon by someone. At the time I replied that I didn't know because, well, I've never BEEN set upon by someone.
That changed yesterday; except it wasn't someONE as much as someTHING. You'll remember the carpet rat that Scoob chased a short while ago? Well, the wee bastard came running out of its garden yapping away as per usual. And as per usual I, and the Boys, ignored it as a mere nuisance.
However, this time it ran up behind me (as all cowards do) and took a chunk out of the back of my leg (wee...fucker). It didn't hurt, nor really bothered me that much.
But my Boys leapt to my defence, immediately racing after the rat which proceeded to yelp like a wee girl and take off back to the safety of mummy.
So in answer to the question - yep, the Boys will defend me.
Go Boys!
That changed yesterday; except it wasn't someONE as much as someTHING. You'll remember the carpet rat that Scoob chased a short while ago? Well, the wee bastard came running out of its garden yapping away as per usual. And as per usual I, and the Boys, ignored it as a mere nuisance.
However, this time it ran up behind me (as all cowards do) and took a chunk out of the back of my leg (wee...fucker). It didn't hurt, nor really bothered me that much.
But my Boys leapt to my defence, immediately racing after the rat which proceeded to yelp like a wee girl and take off back to the safety of mummy.
So in answer to the question - yep, the Boys will defend me.
Go Boys!
DIRTY DOG
Just recently, Australian soldiers in Afghanistan captured four Taliban fighters. Once captured and therefore prisoners of war, they had to be sequestered somewhere to prevent them being any more trouble.
And the only place at hand (they're in the desert remember) was several pens, that had reportedly been used to house dogs of some kind previously (attack, guard, something like that).
So in the Taliban fighters went. End of story. Move on to the next engagement.
Well not quite. Turns out the Afghan league, or society or Towelhead incorporated or something, in Australia are up in arms because their Muslim buddies were caged in a dog pen. They claim cultural insensitivity. Tch! Poppycock! More of this PC bollocks.
Y'see, apparently the Towelheads think dogs are "dirty" creatures. In fact, they aren't allowed in "living" areas of humans. (Which, frankly, is rich coming from those sandal-wearing, skirt-wearing, bearded, unwashed dirtbags).
Well I've news for you, Towelheads - this is a war - and many would say you lot started it so suck it up. (Of course, a fair few would say you just reacted but that's for another day...).
Bottom line: I'll take a dog over a Towelhead any day of the week!
And the only place at hand (they're in the desert remember) was several pens, that had reportedly been used to house dogs of some kind previously (attack, guard, something like that).
So in the Taliban fighters went. End of story. Move on to the next engagement.
Well not quite. Turns out the Afghan league, or society or Towelhead incorporated or something, in Australia are up in arms because their Muslim buddies were caged in a dog pen. They claim cultural insensitivity. Tch! Poppycock! More of this PC bollocks.
Y'see, apparently the Towelheads think dogs are "dirty" creatures. In fact, they aren't allowed in "living" areas of humans. (Which, frankly, is rich coming from those sandal-wearing, skirt-wearing, bearded, unwashed dirtbags).
Well I've news for you, Towelheads - this is a war - and many would say you lot started it so suck it up. (Of course, a fair few would say you just reacted but that's for another day...).
Bottom line: I'll take a dog over a Towelhead any day of the week!
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