G'day
Petals,
This
week we have seen another virtual race-to-the-bottom as the country's Ruling
Rabble scramble to outbid each other in demonstrating that there is no barrier
to just how stupid, anti-intellectual, unethical or corrupt they are.
"Stubborn
and ardent, clinging to one's opinion is the best proof of stupidity."
Michel
de Montaigne
A
starter in his first race, The Gravy Train Hurdles, newly appointed race
discrimination commissioner Chin Leong Tan confirmed for his connections that
he was not "inclined to commentary or advocacy" and would let
"clinical dispassion" and "balance" be his running orders
in his $600,000.00 P.A. trifecta box. Unfortunately he fell at the first hurdle
trying to avoid the hazard of whether Potato-Head Dutton's dog-whistling on
African youth was racist.
But... fair
suck of the Sav... he couldn't win a ruling rabble pre-selection, so he
deserves a consolation prize... doesn't he?
Running soon
after in the Group 3 "Jumbled Thoughts Handicap" at The Drum, was
Parnell "Gibberish" McGuiness
where no-one could fail to notice her
discomfort with the social saddle within the first furlong as she upped the
defence of middle-class welfare to the more deserving "upper-class"
when pressured by the filly Caro in the straight of the school funding debate. Seemingly, she is a
fully developed (I won't say grown up) version of Princess Daisy Cousens but as
a contrarian/libertarian who rivals the intellect of Loopy Leyonhjelm, Parnell cantered off into ethical oblivion by opining that it was a good thing
that drug takers died from overdoses as "... it was a victimless crime
which didn't affect anyone but themselves..." thereby proving that she
should be either scratched or put out to pasture.... or perhaps be volunteered
to an ambulance team picking up the pieces of victims, their family's and first
responders for a month or two and then be allowed to prattle about how sanguine
she feels about not having drug/needle centres.
Competing
for relevance ( again... or should that be still?) in The Middle Harbour Yacht Club Stakes was one Crackers Kelly.
Galloping all over the track with *his pudding basin head wobbling to and fro
and his eyes rolling about like two raisins in its bowl ,* Crackers' Lippizaner
antics kept the "intellectuals" attending this ungrouped event
entertained as he explained that fossil fuels have "kept us safe" and
that "even the climate has changed in space" and that "The
reality is today, we live in a time where our generation has never ever been as
safe from the climate at any time in human history!"
Unfortunately
for Crackers, 91 scientists from the IPCC have declared his race run!
And as 90
% of the worlds coral reefs will die as we fast approach 1.5 degree increase in
global warming, and that unless all fossil fuel usage is curtailed, we are all headed to the knackery, not just
Crackers!
Protesting
the stewards call on Crackers was the oxymoronically titled environment
minister, (Draught Horse, division) Melissa, Pyrites Price who declared that
having not read the full IPCC report that they "were drawing a long
bow" by saying Australia wasn't going
to meet the Paris Accord emission targets and further, it was "...just
their opinion... " that the world is entering a dangerous phase. Senior
Nationals stable-hand, McCormack emerged from shovelling Barnyard's droppings
to declare "...we will not be
dictated to by some sort of report!" ...and scurried back into the gloom
of his little stable.
"It's all nonsense.." sermonised Scummo the Happy-Clapper Hypocrite and base-ball capped prime miniature.. and "we have too much wind and solar in the grid " piped up the colt ( or should that be clot) for Hume, Aggie Taylor as he found what might have been a another brown paper bag to fill to ensure his continued preselection as the the demise of these bound together Dinosaurs who are determined to take us all with them to oblivion is portended in the storm clouds gathering.
"It's all nonsense.." sermonised Scummo the Happy-Clapper Hypocrite and base-ball capped prime miniature.. and "we have too much wind and solar in the grid " piped up the colt ( or should that be clot) for Hume, Aggie Taylor as he found what might have been a another brown paper bag to fill to ensure his continued preselection as the the demise of these bound together Dinosaurs who are determined to take us all with them to oblivion is portended in the storm clouds gathering.
Running
on a different track was Stuart, Rolex Robert.
Rolex, 'cause he purported not to know the difference between a real and fake one when gifted one "doing deals" with the Chinese. Like his boss Scummo, Rolex sees himself as a devout xtian who although criticised for state electoral fiddling and is currently under investigation for possibly defrauding the commonwealth over his internet usage and signing his dad up un-knowingly as a company director; as a good xtian he would probably have cast a benign eye over the money-lenders in the temple given his "prosperity gospel" fetish/ beliefs.
Rolex, 'cause he purported not to know the difference between a real and fake one when gifted one "doing deals" with the Chinese. Like his boss Scummo, Rolex sees himself as a devout xtian who although criticised for state electoral fiddling and is currently under investigation for possibly defrauding the commonwealth over his internet usage and signing his dad up un-knowingly as a company director; as a good xtian he would probably have cast a benign eye over the money-lenders in the temple given his "prosperity gospel" fetish/ beliefs.
Then,
a real race!
Something made up yesterday in Sydney called Everest ( of Himalayan fame) and said to be worth $13 mill.
Well, Toilet-Boy Jones, geriatric shock-jock who apparently likes to write "nice" letters to young boys and regularly is sued for damages (and loses his employer big money) got his frilly's in a knot when Opera House CEO Herron wouldn't agree to him and his turf club mates using the Opera House as an advertising billboard for the race.
His microphone spittle-flecked reached the whole country as he ranted at Herron like she was some underling, demanding her obedience to his wishes and threatening her position by going to the state's premier, Gladys the Bogan.
His tirade had its effect and the lily-livered Gladys genuflected to this over-opiniated slime-ball and the event went ahead.
But not before one man, appalled at Toilet-boys scummy behaviour and that a world heritage building was being used for advertising set up a petition which gathered some 300,000 signatures in three days and many were the inspired thousands to turn up at this crass cevent with torches and lamps to obliterate the offending images projected on the Opera house.
Something made up yesterday in Sydney called Everest ( of Himalayan fame) and said to be worth $13 mill.
Well, Toilet-Boy Jones, geriatric shock-jock who apparently likes to write "nice" letters to young boys and regularly is sued for damages (and loses his employer big money) got his frilly's in a knot when Opera House CEO Herron wouldn't agree to him and his turf club mates using the Opera House as an advertising billboard for the race.
His microphone spittle-flecked reached the whole country as he ranted at Herron like she was some underling, demanding her obedience to his wishes and threatening her position by going to the state's premier, Gladys the Bogan.
His tirade had its effect and the lily-livered Gladys genuflected to this over-opiniated slime-ball and the event went ahead.
But not before one man, appalled at Toilet-boys scummy behaviour and that a world heritage building was being used for advertising set up a petition which gathered some 300,000 signatures in three days and many were the inspired thousands to turn up at this crass cevent with torches and lamps to obliterate the offending images projected on the Opera house.
As
one person wrote, it's been a week when all that you thought happens is
suddenly exposed as the truth that does happen: generally out of sight but this
week, this scum of a ruling rabble have been exposed as never before... .. we
are in a bad place petals and need to act to remedy the situation.
Hoor-roo
Possums,
Shane
PS. and now we have the prospect of freedom of
religion but also their freedom to limit yours.... sigh!
* ...* was a paraphrased sentence from 60's Sydney columnist, Ron Saw.
