Tony Smith has wisely indicated he will not attend Party Room meetings. This blog has been banging on for almost two years about Bronwyn Bishop’s attendance in the Party Room... and that it could be her downfall.
It was Tony Abbott’s lack of support for Bronwyn Bishop that made her position as Speaker untenable. I and most other commentators agreed she had no choice other than to resign. Once your leader fails to support you there’s nowhere to hide, it’s an automatic death sentence.
I copped some flak last week for suggesting that Donald Trump would, "never see the inside of the White House". Well, stand by for Trump’s slide down the polls and out of contention and watch out for the ascendancy of some serious contenders.
I have a good friend who was formerly a Member of the House of Lords. He is around 460th in line to the throne and cousin to the Queen. I met Lord George Milford Haven (nee Mountbatten) just after he had busted up with his wife Sarah someone important.
Oh yes I remember now, it was that other climatic dickhead Kevin Rudd who returned from Copenhagen with a spanked bum and poor Kevin has not been the same ever since.
There was the brilliant Lewis Jetta’s celebration of a goal that looked more like a Kabuki fan dance but no simulated spear throwing, no “up your bum” aggressive arm and fist gestures, no charging at astonished patrons, no little girls ejected from the ground... actually the weekend’s footy had no nasty racist incidents at all! Could it be that Adam Goodes decided to stay home?
If the question was, “can Bill shorten win the next election?”, the answer is a definitive “no!” But that does not mean Abbott is a definitive “yes”, far from it. Neither Abbott nor Gillard won the 2010 election. That election came down to who could enlist the support of superfluous dross like Oakeshott, Windsor and the despicable Slipper.
To find a lost plane in a vast ocean, first determine where it most likely crashed and then mark that point as the last place to look.
The jeering was loud. Almost deafening in its unison - as hundreds of voices simultaneously uttered a long, slow “Boooooo” at the defiant man who stood before them from his position of power and privilege.
Why did we adore Lionel Rose but hope Mundine gets sat on his arse? Why did we love Polly Farmer and Syd Jackson but dislike Adam Goodes? Because we are Australian! We are racially agnostic and we are colour blind. We can choose who we will like and we will always give everyone of every race and colour a fair go providing we are given a fair go in return.
Those on your Left have hooked you ol' girl... they are in the process of reeling you in and soon you will feel the coup de gras of the gaff and the knife, so stop struggling and accept the inevitable fate of the cannery. There is no escape now.
Now I’ve heard everything! The AFL and every sports commentator in the country is admonishing the crowds for booing Adam Goodes. Well, now the crowds can add Lewis Jetta to their list of people worthy of booing because, although the AFL might be able to eject a 13-year-old girl from the MCG, it can’t eject 50,000 fans who paid to have their say.
So gay people want equality eh? Well I reckon it’s the poor straight bastards like me that cop the rough end of the pineapple. If ever equality gets dished out in equal portions, we should be first in line.
I had visitors yesterday but still kept an eye on the ALP Conference and in particular Bill Shorten’s new “road to Damascus” boat policy... but there was something wrong! Something didn’t fit.
Organising a quorum from the Legislative Assembly will be the hardest part because at any one time most of them are off up the Cobourg Peninsula on corroboree, pissed as parrots and punching each other’s lights out arguing over who’s got the biggest rainbow serpent.