The tearful farewell address by Barack Obama was a tribute to his superb presentation and a eulogy to his speechwriter. He tugged equally at our heart strings with one hand and his donger with the other as he desperately tried to sugar-coat eight years of an American fiasco. I was almost a convert to his socialist dream before I recalled the nightmares of other leaders who had equally beguiled an electorate with the artistic delivery of a philanthropic thespian and the sincerity of a dying pope.
For me it was the best Christmas ever, and for more than one reason. Pretty broke this year but I made sure of the large turkey I always cook for my terrific mob including 17 grown up grandchildren with another one due in April. But I have to tell you how I cook my turkey. It’s the best and it can be done with a chook or a duck.
Having a bonk buddy on the Gold Coast creates a problem for any red blooded Canberran politician. Nothing happens on the Gold Coast that interests Federal politicians except gigolos and hookers. But Sussan Ley can justify a flight to Brisbane, then a comcar to the glitter strip to visit some er, “clients” of the welfare budget who happen to live not far from the bonk buddy's bin-cleaning business. But an upgraded hotel room with champas in bed is more appropriate for important people.
Barack Obama will give his farewell speech tomorrow and it will be interesting if he can find something to say that will induce applause from anyone bar the stick insect, Turnbull and hard Left Democrats. The truth is that he has been an unmitigated disaster for America and the rest of the world. He leaves the Presidency in far worse shape than when he won it. His legacy is a flammable Islamic cauldron of discord.
I have finally received an appalling response from the PM. Well, actually there was no response from the PM at all. Shocking and so unexpected – NOT! Instead he duck-shoved my questions to Senator Zed Seselja and the Acting Assistant Secretary Felicity Smart.
Napoleon’s Grand Army was defeated in the Battle of the Nations in 1813. The Emperor abdicated and was banished to Elba. But his army was not disarmed and destroyed by the victors.
An event was scheduled on December 4th last year at the rather unassuming venue of Caulfield Bowling Club in Melbourne. There was to be a capacity crowd of two hundred people in attendance. Despite its diminutive size, this event was one of great significance. Pauline Hanson and fellow One Nation senator Malcolm Roberts were to meet with right wing members of Australia’s Jewish community.
Equivocation is the enemy of progress and mucking around waiting for the new Right to land on his doorstep only energises Shorten and blows away the same nervous Conservatives that may, one day soon, be asked to form government with a massive new Right movement.
Nothing better illustrates the stupidity and evil intent of Green philosophy than their promotion of a mythical guesstimate called the “social cost of carbon” (SCC). They use this bureaucratic weapon to demonise the fabulous fossil fuels that deliver food, heat, light and power to the modern world.
You know there’s something wrong when a new world order communist, avowed egalitarian socialist and UN-infatuated global warmist like Obama takes a kerosene spewing Boeing 747 to his golf games. What’s wrong is that Barack Obama is in the same mould as our Julia Gillard when it comes to leaving office gracefully with a pocket full of ill-gotten cash after planting dozens of land mines for the incoming government.
Now that the Pickering Post is officially more popular than Time magazine (according to a ground-breaking survey conducted in Larry’s living room), we felt that the Pickering Post should nominate its own “Person of the Year.”
I will try to get the prize (T shirt, bumper stickers and mug) out before Christmas but America, where we have a large following, may be a trifle difficult.
It’s so dark in here, but it’s so warm and secure and comfy. I am going to give you, my mum, the best Christmas present ever. I wonder what it’s like out there, I wonder what you will look like mum. Oh, I don’t really care what you look like, I know you will love me because you have cared for me all this time.