On Wednesday, May 9 this year, Pickering Post said it appeared chronologically impossible for Labor Member, Mrs Azza (Anne) Mahmoud Fawzi Aly to have met the conditions of sole Australian citizenship as defined by the High Court. Bill Shorten assured us she and all other Labor Members had.
“Hi Harry, do you want to come and meet my mate Jonathon? He reckons he knows how to fix the country.” “No worries Steve, but my car’s running a bit rough and needs looking at.” “That’s OK”, says Steve, “We can drop in on my other mate Macca, and he will have a look at it.”
The climate alarm media, the bureaucracy and the Green Energy industry follow an agenda which is served by inflating any short-term weather event into a climate calamity. They should take a long-term view.
Yes, things change and quickly. Suddenly there’s one old mate a week falling off the perch and you still believe you’re bullet proof despite being older than your fallen parrot mates.
The Australian electricity market has become a stinking swamp covered with a tangled net of treaties, laws, rules, obligations, prohibitions, targets, taxes and subsidies. The swamp conceals the rubble of demolished coal generators; another plant destined for destruction (Liddell) is gradually sinking in the green ooze.
“Would”? I really meant “wouldn’t” explained Trump. Well, if you believe that, you probably believe our ABC is politically neutral. But the media was far too busy revelling in an apparent Trump stuff-up to listen to what he actually said.
It was 1971 and I was working for the Melbourne Herald and Weekly Times when Britain first gave notice that it was about to join the EEC in 1973. It was then The European Economic Community, and two years after joining in 1975 PM Harold Wilson needed reassurance of the wisdom of such a move with a UK referendum. It was duly passed.
Destitute Aboriginal men, addicted to alcohol, reside in river beds, content with Aboriginal women who beat each other up before the men get drunk enough to beat them all up. And where are the kids?
Prior to the Singapore Summit a confused little Kim Jong-Un was out of his depth and unsure how to handle Donald Trump so he got into his tank engine and took a trip across the border to Beijing to visit the Fat Controller. Kim hates aeroplanes.
For a moment in time every nation on Earth held hands, breathed a heavy sigh of relief and thanked their respective gods when those 12 little boys reached safety. Stressed smiles on their pained little faces were aimed at their desperate parents… they didn’t want them to worry… “we will be okay” they assured them. And they were okay.
It was winter in 2015 and bloody cold in Canberra as Malcolm Turnbull and the Stick Insect continued to plot the surgical assassination of Prime Minister, Tony Abbott. Turnbull felt it was important to use Abbott’s continued poor polling as a reason. All was going to plan, even a Canning by-election later in the year in the Stick Insect’s home State of WA appeared a certain defeat for the Libs and would consolidate even further justification for Abbott’s knifing.
A recent analysis by American geneticist Henry Harpending confirms his earlier finding that the genetic similarity of members of ethnic groups is typically that of first cousins (in the field of genetics, genetic similarity is known as “kinship”).