It’s easy to dismiss the Rudd/Turnbull altercation over an endorsement for a UN Secretary General post as just another intra party squabble but it is prescient of a forthcoming internal move to cleanse the Party of Turnbullites. And even the stick insect is now having doubts about having knifed Abbott.
While authorities grapple with the new ice epidemic, another far more insidious drug is about to swamp it... and this one makes ice look like aspirin.
Once upon a time, two crafty tailors convinced the Emperor that they could make him a set of magic clothes. They told all the people that these robes would be so magic that only smart people could see them. Everyone went along with the deception because no one wanted to admit that they were too stupid to see the wonderful clothes.
Before PM Turnbull crawled into bed on Monday night he had already decided on another Royal Commission. He and many Australians had just witnessed on Four Corners the hideous way in which Aboriginal youths are treated in NT detention centres.
Forget the swing States, forget the bellwether States! And you can throw away all templates of previous US elections... this one is like no other. On one side is an apolitical narcissist, on the other an unhinged liability, and in between is a justifiably furious Bernie Sanders with thirty thousand followers outside in the street and demanding justice.
I must have a different brand of TV from the news.com staff because I thought the GOP Convention was one of the best ever, and I have seen lots. But if Left media can’t find anything interesting to write about a concerned bloke who financed himself to a Presidential nomination without a mote of political experience then I guess it’s best to give the local hookers a call to see if there’s been a spike in business.
You might think when a bunch of oncologists gives you a very depressing prognosis, your remaining life turns to shit. In fact my life has been better ever since that depressing prognosis, except for not being able to play golf.
I woke at 5 this morning to make a cuppa and there on the kitchen floor was this cockroach on its back waving its legs at me. So before I poured my tea I gently poured the boiling water on this evil looking thing. It waved at me a few more times before it adopted a foetal position and remained motionless.
The Daily Mail has reported that a pub in Sydney is hosting a F*** Pauline Hanson party. They are billing it as a day of inclusiveness. Seriously!!! How many Muslims will be going to go to a pub?
The Libs’ Left has merged with Labor’s Right and now there’s not a Tallyho between them. Make no mistake about it, Julie Bishop will push Cabinet for a Turnbull Government endorsement of Kevin Rudd for UN Secretary General. She needs to be seen to be behind the push.
Regular Pickering Post readers will remember my bold prediction. I wrote that within ten years, Islam will cease to exist in any meaningful sense (excepting the odd nutcase of course). Well, in light of recent events, I’m starting to think that, not to put too fine a point on it, I may have been wrong.
NICE: What we have been told is an amateur video, taken from a flat opposite, shows clearly a 20 tonne truck parked by the side of the Esplanade. It is then shown moving off and gathering speed before it begins a two kilometre killing spree. Okay, now I start thinking. Why would a Bastille reveller watching fireworks and a million people celebrating Independence Day from his/her balcony, be filming an innocuous looking truck for quite some time while it was parked and stationary, before carefully filming the imminent atrocity?