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Wednesday, 14th November 2018

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Renny Carter

Renny Carter, 53, is an old journo and one of the Liberal Party's faceless men, who has opinions on anything and everything in contemporary life.


I am neither a Twitterer nor a Face Booker. Can't see the point. Don't have the time. Not really interested. Unlike the Kruddster who, having just rolled out his latest manifesto which he boldly calls "My Harvard Report", is flat out twittering about it on his Iphone. Or is that iPhone? No matter.

I am a torn man if I'm to be totally honest. Part of me wants to watch KRudd get this job he seethes with desire for although, as Latham points out, for him to simply wait for Ban Ki-Moon to run out of tenure time is not the way KRudd likes to do things. He likes to depose people. He likes to campaign with lots of selfies. And leakages to Laurie Oakes.

I'm torn because part of me wants to watch him completely root the UN, which he will do in time if allowed to play with it, and the other part of me wants to write to the Burghers of the U.N. and tell them to let the little prick in the door at their own peril. The man by his very nature breeds disharmony and complete confusion.

KRudd amazes me. Completely gobsmacks me. He is fitted with no remorseometer nor does he even seem to flinch at the trail of jetsam he leaves in his wake. He has moved on to his other important 'assignments.'

His latest aforementioned 'Harvard Report' or 'MY Harvard Report' as he calls it, is titled 'U.S. China Relations' and is a response that meets the need for 'A common strategic narrative' he says. Now he represents, in his own mind, the U.S. He was seen on the podium at the JFK School of Government the other day waving his hands around while delivering his 'common strategic narrative'. No doubt with a bit of 'programmatical specificity' built into it.

KRudd is a phenomenon. Unable to lie down and be happy with his taxpayer funded stipend which endures for the remainder of his wretched life, he needs recognition - something Australia could not give him - he wants to be seen - he wants to be quoted - he wants a shiny desk and a grand title and more importantly - a podium where he can deliver his unintelligible manifestos to any audience that will listen to him. 

I'm sure it's a disease. Maybe like Crohn's Syndrome for irritable bowels it will become Krudd's Syndrome in generations to come for irritating the fuck out of people.

Even Keating, to his credit, is not too fussed about whatever cockups subsequent 'Gummints' are doing as long as he can rake over the embers of his vitriolic speeches and big picture predictions in print, entirely surrounded by French clocks and antique furniture. He still wears a tailored suit to work every day which, in the Australian context, is a bit weird. 

Swan meanwhile is obviously relishing the release from that confusion of number of things and hasn't uttered a squeak in months. He's still coming to grips with the 'World's Best Treasurer' thingummy they gave him - although he doesn't quite understand why. Surreal!

Hawkie is quite happy to get the odd celebrity nod with cooking shows and radio spots but is rarely seen out unless he's going to a funeral these days. I'm sure he blanches at KRudd's hysterics.

Gillard meanwhile is laying low lest they ask her any more questions about stuff she did 17 years ago and praying to Jesus that they don't. You can only perjure yourself so many times before it sticks and the truth tumbler drops you in the shit. So she now restricts herself to sending "You can do it Girl!" texts to the likes of Hillary Clinton. And watches as $700,000 rolls in every year for what really adds up to stuff-all worthwhile work in her controversial lifetime. She did it all right! And with some perfectly dreadful people.

But back to KRudd. The trouble is, and I'm talking to my friends at the United Nations here, this bloke might look like treacle with his little white hands, the hands of a pastry (pasty?)chef, but his love of ridiculous minutiae is so endemic in his makeup that he will blow a gasket at a moment's notice. 

And God knows we don't want a Secretary General of the UN calling the Chinese 'Rat Fuckers' in a paroxysmal moment when he is trying to inject some 'specificity' into his speeches which will also have to include his vague and desperate grasp of their language. Because that is what he did in one unguarded moment while PM.

Don't let the little prick anywhere near the place! 



Too many coincidences many random in everyday life...some remarkable..however when they keep coming and are over a certain number they are part of the fabric of an event or serial killer.

yes..and Sarah McMahon...and there are others from the Midland hills area. Womens remains dumped in the national park on the other side of Mundaring as well...and of course who knows how many have never been found. The remains of a male found off a walking track in Glen Forrest.

Thorn......hell of a lot of them in the Perth hills and unfortunately I have been their target for the 3 decades I 've been living here. Other thing which is very very worrying are the women who have vanished with connections to this area....creepy. I myself have had a stalker for many many years as well.Strange stories.

70,000 less White South Africans thanks to racist murderers. to get the accent right.

Whew......strange indeed. Was i being set up as a patsy.....I certainly felt so.

The other strange thing about the local family was they tried to engage my interest in a inheritance they said they had read about in some UK newspaper and knowing i am a well known online national and internation al news reading tragic asked me if i had seen the item. With a well honed bullshit antenna i found the thing started to omit an ear splitting signal. Anyway on they went whenever went around to see then .alone..eventually feeling pressured and suspecting they may ask me for money to access the inheritance if I showed interest I said "look if someone asks you for a large amount of money to access this inheritance I advise you to be very very circumspect" They immediately reacted as though they'd put their hands on a red hot stove...saying "oh right think we might leave it then"

Some people can't seem to have an insight into "normal" decencies. JF, I'd rather live next door to a respectful Aboriginal family than someone of my own ilk who was a drunken layabout keeping me awake all night.

Yeah....70,000 Murdered by blacks since the Rainbow nation came into being.

Winston they're call Seth Efrikins ;-)

Yeah...gotta hate dem Whities.

Yep this mob certainly put me off white Afs. Though I remember a white NZ woman of my aquaintance telling me many years ago she did not like white South Africans.

yes Thorn many are very very nice people I am sure. However my own experience has been most disappointing and unedifying. Not my kind of people and i certainly would not want them in my home or anywhere near my family whom I protect like a tiger.

Yes I've had awful experienes with white Afs in the Perth hills. They appear to feel I am inferior to even insultingly abused me because i refused to drop the drawers..and he was married. A polite refusal triggered a rage fueled abusive tirade. I crossed the family off my 'nice people to know" list.Very very entitled I find the White Afs.

Anyway...I have to shift starts soon. Its been fun revealing your lack of real knowledge and laughing at your attempts. See Ya.

To whom do you refer Thorn.

And... oh wise one....If I don't know your "skin colour" how could I "hate" you.....bit of a chink in your argument there. Might be "content of character"?

I take what that poser Martin Luther King said literally. Don't judge by the colour of the skin, but by the content of the character. So far the content of the character has said to me "THORN 41 minutes ago Fuck off troll."..and he won't tell me his skin colour.

China is taking over Zimbabwe isn't it.....seem to have read somewhere.

Integrate or leave.