Whiney-Pyney said the retirement age wouldn’t be under the fascist’s nihilist microscope until a second term of this beknighted government.
Yes, it’s been a little while.
I’ve deliberately stayed out of political commentary for some time now. I see little point in commentating on political differences between the two major parties in Australia because essentially there are none.
Ladies & gents, girls & boys, it’s time once again to poke fun at the conservative drones who think they have some sort of presence on Twitter.
Where has the Australian Labor Party of my youth vanished to? Where is the Party and the people of the 1970’s and `80’s which adhered to time-honoured and honourable Labor dictums like fairness, equality, justice and above all else, that innate sense of egalitarianism? How can a Labor Prime Minister nominate and effectively pre-select as a Senate candidate, a person who isn’t even a member of her Party? And why should this even arise as a circumstance? Since when does the ALP reside in one person? Where is the Labor Caucus? I don’t care if said nominee is black, white or brindle; […]
I am seeing a common thread appearing in social media today, following the release of Justice Rares findings into what has been tackily called, Ashbygate.
Today’s editorial appearing in The Melbourne Age. It speaks not volumes, but libraries of volumes. There is a better way forward. Australia has no need of dog-whistling, bible-thumping, narrow-minded political opportunists or poll-driven, electorally fearful and inconsistent leadership as representatives in our Parliament. We need people of character, moral standing and a willingness to stand by their genuine Australian ethos. Australia doesn’t need A change…..Australia simply needs TO change.
Here’s to a subject which is annoying me of late, and doubtless annoying the piss & pick-handles out of a lot of others as well.
Apropos of yesterday’s revelations regarding cockles, mussels and jam, not to forget to mention the Gillard excoriation of Abbott in Question Time, I’m driven to wonder just why Peter Slipper needed to be racked out like so much biltong.