It would have been difficult to ever charge Julia Gillard over the slush fund affair but media’s comments are a mix of relief and “we told you so”... and wildly inaccurate. “Julia Gillard has been cleared of any wrongdoing!” Not so! And not so fast, fellas.
Leftist Fairfax and The Guardian in typical form suggested we, “Move along folks, there’s nothing to see here”. After all this is only another ALP mishap that needs no scrutiny, I mean it’s not as if Nova Peris might have punched a wall 35 years ago is it? And if any of you out there dare suggest black impropriety we’ll call you racists and bigots.
In the early seventies Gough Whitlam tried to take over and reform the Victorian branch of the ALP. He knew, that without breaking the union umbilical cord, Labor was nationally unelectable. He did so, temporarily, but the communist activist thugs returned with new faces in the BLF running roughshod over the State’s construction industry. Eventually it became the most notorious union in the country under the guise of an expanded and renamed CFMEU.
You might have wanted to make a cuppa and grab yourself a Tim Tam while watching Senator Nova Peris deliver her public explanation of “that” affair. Well...maybe just a cuppa. I've suddenly gone off Tim Tams.
This site has been railing against mosques and those who manage them for years and there is no better example of why they should be stopped than a video Australians will see on Channel 7 this evening.
About five years ago it was suggested to me that food products with the little Arabic looking symbol on it could be funding terrorism. That sounded outrageous at the time. I was also told Cadbury and Vegemite carried the halal certification symbol on them. So I went home to investigate.
Gough gave us universities full of dickheads who can now call themselves doctors and professors. Once upon a time a university education was fought for and deserved. Without excellent marks, a scholarship or doting parents prepared to go without, it was hello workforce.
Governments are running huge deficits, but still spend billions on “climate research” especially trying to model the effect of the atmosphere and its trace of carbon dioxide on surface temperature. Benefits are hard to find. It may have improved weather forecasts by a day or so, but official long-term predictions have not improved in the last fifty years.
It’s hard to deny that multiculturalism is a rich part of Australia’s history. From the early Chinese and Afghans to later the Greeks, Italians and Asians, each has called Australia home in their own way and it was only natural they tended to stick together, it was a security thing... much like we search out Aussies when we travel to a strange land. Nothing wrong with that! China Town, Little Italy and Greece have much to offer in culinary delights and cultures.
It was Friday night shopping and, along with all the usual items, I made sure of my Bega Cheese, Vegemite and my Tassal smoked salmon. When I arrived home I separated out all the items, including meat, that carried that little Islamic Halal logo. (Strangely there were a lot of different Islamic logos.)
A small town country mum and wife of an electrician is slowly but surely, and single-handedly, dismantling the evil of Islamic Halal Certification. Governments have refused to act to stop an extortion racket that has permeated our food chains and increased our shopping costs. It started with the hideously cruel halal slaughter of our livestock but has retrogressed to practically everything we buy, including plastic containers.
After doing some research I discovered that while there are reports that halal certification actually began in the 1960s it didn’t take off until the 1980s.
According to a report in the Pakistan Daily Mail, Bosnian Grand Mufti, Mustafa Ceric (pictured) has urged the Muslim ummah [that means all Mussies] to conquer the world through the Halal certification movement.
She sure is a strange bird, but only one of a large mob of pink galahs who sit in trees or fly around all day squawking and doing nothing until... well until the farmer sows his seed... then it’s a free-for-all.