Victorian Opposition leader, Daniel Andrew’s suggestion that he and Premier Napthine have tea and scones this morning with the Governor to seek his advice regarding a potential Constitutional crisis is crazy stuff.
My TV set has finally croaked it. After 12 years of never being off, I believe switching things on and off wears them out. (A continuous cab I once drove had 600,000 mile on the clock.) Anyway, it was looking like a 3D experiment without the cardboard glasses, and the picture kept shaking.
Twelve years ago Tony Abbott canvassed with colleagues the possibility of becoming leader of the Liberal Party. He was told, “Forget it Tony, it’s not really your go, we don’t see you in that way.”
For over 60 years and ever since my morning paper-round chats in Haverbrack Avenue, East Malvern with PM, Mr Menzies, I have had a fascination with politics... and this is how I figure the game works.
A stationary satellite would have detected the movement of MH370 by reading the frequency. A car moving toward you makes a different sound than when it is moving away from you due to sound waves being compacted and then stretched. A satellite cannot detect sound waves but it can detect the frequency of a signal.
It was first reported in the US this week that Cadbury is in real trouble with its export market. After having paid the Indonesian Halal Certification mob the correct protection money, the Malaysian Health Ministry has found traces of pork DNA in its products. All hell has broken loose.
Bendigo residents will know of a certain Mr Donald Erskine who appears to own, or have his fingers in, much of everything that ticks in the city.
Well, he certainly wasn’t an “asylum seeker” or a “refugee”, as the ABC continually refers to him as. He was a well-heeled Iranian illegal immigrant who was beguiled by the promise of a land of milk and honey where people are actually paid not to work.
Only Kevin Rudd would put an angry Islamist and an angry New Guinean in the one room and expect both to walk out alive. But Labor was leaving Abbott another landmine, this time in P-NG.
When an “It’s Time” campaign swept the Whitlam Government to power in 1972, Australian hearts were full of hope. That hope soon turned to despair as we witnessed the rag-tag bunch of crooks, incompetents and union thugs that followed him into Parliament.
Australia now has 374 mosques and in each immediate area housing values have plummeted to as low as half their former value.
Neither Tony Abbott, nor anyone else for that matter, has the slightest idea how Clive Palmer will vote in the Senate, and neither does Clive. Having a discussion with him is like trying to juggle ping pong balls on a big dipper.
There is one common factor in the ongoing disintegration of Australia’s media... the Left wingers are now the first to be shown the door.
Footy fans gasped as Adam Goodes stopped a major AFL match to point out a 13 year-old girl who had just called him an ape. He then pointed to two security men demanding she be evicted from the ground and she was, humiliated, crying and confused in front of a 60,000 gobsmacked crowd. Now when Adam gets the ball he’s booed, so what has he achieved?
Standard and Poors, the world’s leading (albeit notoriously inaccurate) ratings agency, says Oz had better get its budget under control or risk losing its AAA credit rating, and that sort of international commentary is music to Joe’s ears. Apparently Clive Palmer, the ABC and the Left of Fairfax are all wrong! We DO have a budget emergency.
At last the ABC and Fairfax pitbulls are able to sink their teeth into Tony Abbott. They can smell blood and they don’t intend to let go. They have waited a long time to avenge the death of their dear Julia and they are going to enjoy every last minute of it.