Do you recognise this little monkey? Well, he is Ronny Sompie, the Bali Police Chief who reportedly replaced that other little monkey, Police Chief Harry Utomo, who took those grinning “selfies” of himself with the traumatised Bali two on the flight to “Execution Island”.
I hate it when the alarm goes off at stupid o'clock on Anzac morning and I know I have to drag myself out of bed to go to the dawn service. At the same time I love the way that this small deprivation forces me to think of the sacrifices that were given to create this amazing society that we live in.
Do I have ANZAC fatigue? Yes I do have. Not that I haven’t thought deeply about a tragedy that should never have been. Not that I haven’t imagined my fresh-faced sons in the same trenches and winced. Such a pointless waste of valuable lives and for what?.... Nothing!
This is secret blokes’ stuff, so if you ladies want to avoid offence you had better go make a cuppa now. Okay fellas, I’ve had my fair share of sheilas, (I’m fast running out of broodmares now ‘tho) but I’ve always thought that package-care was a critical part of courting. I mean you should show a modicum of respect and at least spend a little time tidying up the old tackle.
Australia has one of the highest and most convoluted tax regimes in the world and each time politicians attempt to reform it, it becomes even more abstruse and outrageously costly to administer. In the late 60s, Doug Anthony, a one-time leader of the Country Party (now the Nats) came up with a solution: A flat rate of tax at 25c in the dollar.
When halal organisations try to diffuse any suggestion of funding terrorism they like to point out that the money goes to Islamic mosques, Islamic schools and Islamic charities. So Cadbury, Nestle, Bega, Sanitarium, Byron Bay Cookies and hundreds more should feel really good about themselves because they are supporting the Islamic community in Australia. And you should too, right?
Bonhomie in the Gallipoli trenches, breaks for footy matches, swapping smokes at half time, regular truces to bury the decomposing dead before climbing back over the still warm dead to respectfully recommence killing each other in a warm glow of esprit de corps... it was the original State of Origin match.
God provided all living things, including plants, with a form of defence, “If you intend to eat me, you had better kill me quickly or I’ll make your meal taste like shit”. Now, because I’m not a fan of ethereal deities, I will call it a billion years of magical evolution... and this is how it works:
Two lots of scumbags. Two different worlds. Same bottom line- they don't respect Australia and Australians. Picked up the paper today and read it on the pavement with my cheese toastie and cup of chino.
When Suleiman the Magnificent led the Ottoman army into Baghdad in the 16th century he was finally confirmed as the leader of the Sunni Islamic world. Much has changed since, except that modern day Turkey is still a Sunni stronghold and will continue to support and protect the aims of the evil ISIS.
The only item of substance to come out of Julie Bishop’s talks with the Iranians was what she was wearing. Whatever the hell that black number was, it was in deference to the sensitivities of one of the world’s most evil empires.
Let’s be fair here, it’s said that only one in ten Muslims wants to separate your head from your torso, so let’s be really fair to all the "moderate" Muslims and say that only one in twenty (5%) harbours this ambition... I mean we don’t want to unfairly cast Islam in a poor light, do we? But, a meagre 5% means 25,000 Muslims resident in Australia intend to do some pretty bad things to us.
Anyone feeling sorry for WA’s Colin Barnett? It’s hard not to be really. Here’s the State that shouldered most of Rudd’s and Gillard’s excesses with a mining boom even Glenn Lazarus would have predicted busting at some point. Now that we don’t need poor little Colin and he actually needs us, he’s been told by every other State Premier to go make love to himself.