Hey Malcolm, want a nurse of George?... Malcolm? Where the bloody hell are you, Malcolm?
I’m exhausted! Six weeks of bonding with the Islamic Brotherhood Bootcamp was bloody brilliant. I’ve been completely cleansed of all my dastardly infidel thoughts and since I’ve replaced “Faaaark” on the golf course with “Allahu Akbar” the birdies have been coming thick and fast.
It’s grand that the PM can announce to the world, and China in particular, that we are “virtually” certain we have located the black box from flight MH370. It would be even grander if it was remotely correct.
We’re about to cop a dose of monarchy here and the ooohs and aaahs over baby George will add a little more contact adhesive to mother England, much to the republicans’ chagrin.
And supercilious snobbery that puts Whitlam’s egomania to shame. Are any of his vainglorious snippets tongue-in-cheek? Hardly. Condescending contemptuousness for peers has always been Bob Carr’s calling card.
Bendigo is a beautiful Victorian town steeped in Aussie gold-rush history and treasured as an inland jewel by its inhabitants, well by most of them.
I am now certain I must at least be some sort of phobe because I found the Kiwi kindergarten get together for baby George a bit unsettling.
The Pickering Post reported last week: “Sharia Banking is also booming with the assistance of the NAB.... allowing the Islamist to give the finger to the infidel next door.” So today’s announcement that the NAB is pouring a further $15 million into its Sharia banking arm led me to search for more information.
The world’s soon to be number one economy is precariously addicted to growth and we are precariously dependent on its continued addiction.
Free trade agreements (FTAs) with Japan, South Korea and China will assist our exports and lower the price on imported goods, including motor vehicles. It’s small wonder local carmakers headed for the hills.
The West Australian Senate by election results spell the end for Shorten. All by-elections give a kick up the bum to the sitting Government but when the Opposition cops a similar kick up the bum, red lights start flashing for Labor.
Attempting to get information is impossible when police use Sunday to avoid a suspect getting bail. The only thing I have been able to discover is that newspaper reports, as usual, are wrong.
It doesn’t matter who gets the sixth Senate seat, the WA by election farce has shown that it’s size that really matters... the size of your wallet that is, and Tony had better get used to grovelling to the eccentric big fella.