Turnbull is like the dog that caught the bus and now he hasn’t a clue what to do with it. Since he rolled Abbott, it’s been all downhill for the Libs. And now he is faced with what should be a horror budget just prior to a general election... HTF did THAT happen?
Senator Marco Rubio will lose his home State of Florida tonight and his run at the GOP nomination will be over. Trump didn’t even bother campaigning there this week, presciently preferring the more competitive Ohio.
Just channel surfing the other night and there was this party on a beach somewhere (the channel could have been Bondi Rescue, many readers would also have seen it). There were a bunch of young girls determined to remove this young bloke’s board shorts, he was strenuously resisting, hanging on to his waist band with white knuckles.
Last year I quoted Ted Cruz as a short priced favourite to win the US Presidential nomination and suggested you could “write your own ticket” about Trump. The Republican machinery would never allow a cowboy like Trump to disrupt what has become a comfortably corrupt organisation, or so I thought. But Trump is overwhelming the lobbyists and protected interests like no-one thought possible and now he cannot be ignored.
Cardinal Pell is not a child molester. He is simply a sad character who has lacked female affection and his sex life has been confined to masturbation. His sin is that he knew of paedophilia within his church and sought to protect the church rather than the children.
Forecasts that he would self-destruct have proven wrong and Donald Trump has broken the mould for nominee elections forever. No-one has ever seen anything like this before. In between promising to deport 11 million illegal entrants and having an unpresidential punch up with the Pope his successful loony shenanigans have forced his opponents to adopt similar unfamiliar tactics.
I was on a gurney being wheeled into a forbidding theatre. I stretched to see a wall clock that showed 3.20. “This will help you relax”, said an anaesthetist shoving some pink stuff on my tongue. I figured this would be a good time to review my atheist status. Hmmm, not likely.
Most people cannot spell… they think they can but they cannot. So a whole irrecoverable generation is basically unable to pass on a valuable treasure-house of true word meanings… thanks to that delinquent Whitlam who was besotted with phonetics.