PM Gillard’s dry weeping exhibition in the House over her NDIS legislation evoked polarised opinions between genuine concern and a crocodilian sham. The evidence of an alert photographer tends to suggest the latter.
We will not complain of Islamic immigration for fear of being labelled a racist. We will not complain of the Prime Minister for fear of being labelled a redneck nutjob. Crippled manufacturers will not complain of a carbon tax for fear of a $1.1 million fine. Media will not tell the truth for fear of litigation.
The UK, and continental Europe, is feeling the wrath of the Islamic imperative: We infidels have no right to life and the question now being asked is whether it's time to take oysters off the menu.
I’ll lose a few supporters with this post but here goes. Concocted media displays of law authorities and their massive drug seizures might ensure next year’s budget but actually worsens the drug problem.
This is a letter I received today from a lady at the disability coal face. She expressed the cruel political spin of Gillard and her NDIS. I have her permission to reprint, as is. I have forwarded the letter to Ms Gillard.
With all Australians, I’ve watched in despair as my power bills soared quarterly over the past few years.
The Poms may be dumb, but John McTernan is finding out that conservative Aussies are way smarter than Mr 457 gives them credit for... and it’s the conservatives he needs to convince.
If the law bores you then read no further, but if you actually care what you are being asked to vote for then don’t expect either party to explain, they won’t and they haven’t, because they can’t afford to.
I have a beautiful 4 year-old girl who sits on my knee and helps me do cartoons. Her job is to colour in Julia Gillard’s hair, and she uses all the right colours.
This government appears to know no bounds in getting what it wants. Even after we chuck her out with a box of tissues, Gillard is determined to run the syndicate from a cell. Well, don’t most crims?
Singo only scratched the surface of racing’s dark side but was fined $15,000 for doing so. Murrihy’s job is to keep a lid on racing’s can of worms and he uses the farcical charge of “bringing racing into disrepute” to shut down anyone who dares approach the truth.
With a government in chaos and on budget eve it’s only in Australia that a sick racehorse would command page one. But the Singo/Gai debacle is more a criminal matter than one that mere stewards can be trusted to handle.
From men’s suits, crumpled shirts, an aversion to make-up and a communist background to a well-groomed, electorally appealing, centre-left stateswoman of substance... and all in less than three years.