Tis The Season To Be Erm...

Well now, how is Xmas shaping up? Just out of hospital, it's looking pretty good to me. Flowers, chocs, books, mags & a great excuse not to engage in any of the folderol. Coles online has closed orders till next week, so, hey, don't have the stuff to make a pudding even if i could with the current strength of a sickly kitten & deeply suss bladder control. Oops, sorry about those Manolos dahlink - maybe if you don't come so close while i'm lifting food. So absolutely no prospect of Santa making my house a base of jollity & merrymaking. Suits me. Lucky friends are escaping to the Cook Islands. If i didn't already have a good enough excuse for non-participation, that would be a grand idea.

Meanwhile in the real world... ah who gives a tinker's cuss. Pass me another mango juice.

Wake Up Ollie - The Dream's Over

Much handwringing by the leftoids over the expulsion of Andrew Olexander from the Liberal Party, and characterisation of all of us as raving homophobes. Not helped, may I say, by Robert Clark worrying about what other people do with bits of their anatomy in the privacy of their own bedrooms. As in any party, you get the gay haters, the gay lovers & the overwhelming majority of Liberals who don't give a toss either way, taking the sensible view that if you fuck your boy/girlfriend (or both) sideways with a monster dong while whistling advance australia fair, or whatever you fancy, it's your business not theirs, unless you're doing it to children or animals, in which case we call the police.

It's totally uncool to flake out while drunk/fried, total a few cars, lie about where you live, sulk & not turn up for work for days when you lose preselection (due to selectors being able to spot a liabilty), and then whine about homophobia when your Parliamentary colleagues decide to dump you too. What's been done to Olly is called cutting out the dead wood, not homophobia.

Windbag Wankery

Kim Beazley's on the telly as we speak, calling for stronger anti-villification laws: the proscription of "hate books" that say it's a good thing to kill jews, christians or muslims. I wonder if he's read any of the major religious texts lately. There's a fair bit of incitement to smite infidels in the koran, and fanatics have managed to find justifications for violence in the bible and torah.

Wicked Witch of the West

Rose Porteous is threatening to help the Liberal Party with public relations. Perhaps while she's at it she can recruit Alan Bond & Pixie Skase to lend a hand. No thanks.

More Reds Under the Bed

Another pinko site pops up - this one is truly bizarre - glorifying Craig Johnson, the thick thug jailed for trashing workplaces & scaring workers. What planet are these throwbacks on?

http://thehouseexposed.blogspot.com/

Commie Watch #56,488

On SBS tonight, another heartwarming tale of stubborn resistance in the face of overwhelming force deployed by the evil empire of democracy:

Storyline Australia Vietnam Symphony Time: 8.30 Channel: 28 Duration: 60 Minutes In 1965, when Hanoi was under threat of massive US bombing, students and teachers from the conservatorium fled Hanoi for the safety of the countryside. Villagers helped them build an entire campus underground ­ including a 500-seat auditorium and individual caverns for 40 pianos. The students and teachers lived, studied and played music there for five years. Real Life PG

All kinds of questions spring to mind.

How big was this village? To build an underground complex like that you'd need a lot of people with time on their hands. The local economy would have to be exceptionally prosperous to allow this. Were these villagers perhaps growing opium or something equally lucrative that would allow them to purchase diggers & such? As well as supporting the students & teachers, who presumably weren't diverted from music to planting rice & raising pigs.

Why go underground? Why not put pianos in village huts, much easier to build? Were they afraid the enemy would hear the tinkly sounds of, say, The Trout, & go holy crap, let's bomb those pianos before they go nuclear?

How did they ventilate a 500 seat underground auditorium? Aircon circa 1965, for which the Vietnamese countryside at the time was of course well known? Or a few villagers pedalling away on modified bicyles driving fans?

You get my drift.

Liberal Party State Council

A fine weekend for right wing death beasts in freezing Ballarat. Pre-selections are reaching a crescendo of activity, so the place was full of hopefuls searching out delegates. The savvy would-be candidates actually listened to the views of the people who would be their selectors. Others were not so smart. One MP seeking pre-selection for a new Bracks-designed unwieldy travesty of an upper house seat brought along a folder of his achievements and bored his victims to sobs with the wonders of his career to date. He has obviously not yet learned that when you're asking for someone's vote, you do well to find out how they see the world and what they want from the political process. Another hoot was the party's perpetual adolescent (there's only one - no prizes for guessing) being greeted by a groan from the auditorium full of delegates when he raised a point of order. But apart from these sideshows, Peter Costello & Robert Doyle performed well and there was sensible debate on some good issues. Not enough women candidates yet for the 2006 election, but we live in hope.

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Andrewslandersyou

Do check out The Cheek, an ALP socialist left response to Andrew Landeryou's blog The Other Cheek. These 2 sites epitomise what is wrong with Labor - totally self obsessed & eating their own entrails, leaving the field free for us right wing death beasts. Long may this continue.

http://www.andrewslandersyou.blogspot.com/

Aaaaaaaawwwwww

Poor ickle Jon Stanhope, Labor Chief Minister in the ACT. He's complaining he's underpaid compared to State pollies. Well he should be. The ACT is just a glorified local council.

Saddam's Underpants

Saddam Hussein has been punished for his crimes. No, not the cruel and brutal repression perpetrated by him personally and his vile & murderous cohorts, but the style crimes of his houses & wardrobes. Will we ever forget the horror of the "art" in his palaces or the spivvy civvies and Ruritanian military gear he got around in? Well he is now literally suffering in his jocks - outsize baggy y-fronts that are the male equivalent of nana-pants. I suppose we must be grateful for this small manifestation of justice as we await his trial for incidentals such as killing around a million Iraqis & matching Iranians & Kurds.

Parallel Universe

Andrew Landeryou has returned to Melbourne, broke & blogging furiously in an orgy of self-justification. http://www.andrewlanderyou.blogspot.com/
This hypocritical little tit is a typical champagne socialist. Solly Lew is to be congratulated for ensuring he can no longer enjoy his mansion lifestyle.

ABC Garbage

Trolling through the TV guide I happened upon this:
Get Up Stand Up Next Step Vietnam Time: 10.00 Channel: 2 Duration: 60 Minutes
Protesting against unjust wars has been one of the recurring features of the history of politically charged music, and the success of pop culture in the Vietnam era became a benchmark for successful musical activism. Historical M, language

Love that "unjust", as if the Viet Cong had brought democracy to the Vietnamese, not death marches, labour camps & wholesale disposession.

Welcome...

... to team members Innocent Bystander, Recipe Queen and Dr Death. Innocent Bystander is our resident political correspondent, Ms Queen will provide us with ideas for yummy things to cook, and Dr Death will give insights into partying culture. I hope to see some contributions soon.

An Interesting Development

Well now, Tony Abbott's long lost son turns out to be no such thing. Guess this demonstrates the folly of dragging one's personal dramas into the spotlight.

Fashion Mysteries Of Our Time

Down to Fitzroy Street for an 80th birthday party. All very pleasant. But what is it with these guys who, on the balmiest evening in our pallid excuse for a summer, wear hoodies hiding their faces? They look like puny extras from a bad parody of Lord of the Rings. Surely they can't all be on the run after murdering security guards or suchlike.

A Delightful Website

Please have a look at rathergood.com, an excellent site boasting such delights as the mango biscuit song, fearsome stomping kittens and a ditty about the dangers of being soluble. Enjoy.

Happy Happy Joy Joy...

Happy to be Joy Snedden and dead, thus spared the edifying spectacle of one's children squabbling over the family assets. The fragrant Fiona is reported to be challenging the will which already leaves her more than a fair share of the dosh, with her brother describing her as a "life-long sponger". And this hard on the heels of, according to the blatts, being dragged "kicking & screaming" into a paddy wagon after being sprung drink driving. What an ornament to the Liberal Party & Melbourne City Council. The sooner she departs, willingly or not, from both, the better.

Potato Guide #1

Using my laptop in daylight reveals gunge in & on the keyboard. Where does it come from? Obviously typing fingers leave a residue of skin cells & such, but there's some bright blue fluff in there that defies explanation. If it were beige or brown or green or pinkish I could put it down to detritus from some snack shoved into my gob while browsing for recipes, failing to learn Czech at U Gandalfa, looking up weird breeds of cats, cacking myself at far more interesting blogs than this, or playing solitaire. But bright blue? Blue food is pretty rare. It could be lint, but from what? Bright blue's not a colour seen much round this house. Where are the cotton buds?

A Very Nice Night & Weird Stuff

Back to an old favourite for dinner this evening - Blue Tongue in Elwood - where the food was delish as per, but the previously savvy & amusing waiters seemed, except for one, to have been replaced by a phalanx of 14 years olds with complete humour bypasses. And the music was too loud. Am disturbed that this may mean the start of a descent into serious fogeydom.

The main topic of discussion was the cynicism or otherwise of the motives behind the breaking of the Tony Abbott Finds Adopted Son story to the Bulletin. One view was that Tone is backing his anti-choice crusade with the "thank god Daniel wasn't aborted" angle. The other was that the timing is entirely coincidental and there is no spin-doctoring going on. It was almost forks at 5 paces, with no grey area between the two views. Will wait for the facts to emerge before venturing an opinion.

A second hot topic was who will win the next Victorian election. Some of us were rubbing our tiny paws in glee at the results of recent published polls, while others were putting real money on the prospect of Braxtopia remaining a socialist paradise. It's far, far too soon to be wagering cash.

Some amazing stuff out there. Such as this question on Ask An Imam:

Do we believe in the evolution of animals such as birds etc. How old is the earth and for how long has there been life on earth according to Islam. What is the ruling on hair gel.

Somebody is surely taking the piss. Must go to bed before surfing twists my brain past usefulness.

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