Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It'd almost be tragic if it weren't so funny...

Well, if this isn't the comment to make you splatter your half-eaten Corn Flakes across the breakfast table.

Lackey Downer on Santoro:

Think about him as a human being.

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(This is me still pissing myself.)

Not sure which of youse had the displeasure of catching the Mad Monk's odious rant against Krudd in last week's Smuh. I won't dignify it with a link but here's one lowlight from his piece doubting Krudd's account of his own father's death:
The problem with his story is that it now sounds too self-serving to be true...

It was a quip - indeed, an entire article - even Lib colleagues acknowledged as nauseatingly offensive, indicative of a desperate government with absolutely no new ideas left and nothing else to do than attempt to offload the coat of shit that has steadily encased it over the years.

The day this government thinks in terms of humanity will be the day...well, the day will never come, so it's not an issue. Imploring Labor to think of its own as human beings is just ... hey, you saw the ellipses. I'm speechless.

In other news: Not a bad piece by Tanya Plibersek about the Libs' track record on same-sex couples.

Like her I question Malcolm Turnbull's alleged queer-friendliness, and she's right about his redistributed seat now taking in the queer ghetto suburbs on the harbour side of William/New South Head roads. He'll really have to show some form on law reform soon or he'll be stranded when confronted by angry fag Wentworth voters - who may just happen to look a bit like me - waving their brollies in his face demanding why we still have next to fuck-all to show for nearly 12 years of his government. The whole "he's working behind the scenes, we have to do this softly-softly" defence stopped washing after Warren Entsch's failure last year.

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Friday, March 16, 2007

And Another...And Another...

Oh, it just gets sweeter and sweeter...

And it couldn't happen to a nicer homophobe.

It's hard not to think of this as some kind of karma. Howard dusts off the ministerial code of conduct only in a desperate attempt to smear Rudd's name, and look how it turns to bite him on the arse, repeatedly.

Sit back and watch them drop like cockroaches off a freshly-Morteined ceiling. It's kinda fun.

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