Zach should win Big Brother as he is sweet and hilarious.
To save Zach sms “Zach” to 19927283.
If he wins it will be a victory for all the camp boys everywhere.
Filed under: Australia, Dr Mohamed Haneef, Election, Kevin Andrews, Liberal, Politics
The Commonwealth Director of Public Prosecutions has decided that there is insufficient evidence to charge Dr Mohamed Haneef with terrorism related offences. And while this appears to be a victory for commonsense, that is where it ends because Immigration and Citizenship minister Kevin Andrews has decreed that the doctor be held in residential detention rather than immigration detention until he is deported.
It appears that Dr Haneef will still be deported, as is minister Andrew’s wish, unless he launches an appeal.
This is just ludicrous. There is insufficinet evidence to charge the poor bloke, but sufficient evidence for Mr Andrews to make a ministerial determination on his future.
And if Dr Haneef is dragged kicking and screaming to the airport then I would suggest that this country has truly entered a diabolical phase of neo-fascism.
And in even worse news for Mr Howard, he is going to have to look around for another Tampa, cause it appears that Dr Haneef is the terrorist that never was.
Honestly, this nation is rapidly losing the plot.
Tis very refreshing to see an Australian leader go of their own volition, rather than remaining araldited to the throne. A certain political leader who shall be named as John W. Howard would be well served to follow Mr Brack’s lead.
Word on the street is that the premier of Victoria Steve Bracks is about to resign due to family reasons.
Thanks for the leadeship.
Filed under: Humour
A dead man was found in my suburb yesterday. He had WeetBix stuffed up his arse.
The police are hunting for a cereal killer.
Cubism is the DVD of the Pet Shop Boys most recent concert in Mexico City. It is almost the same concert they performed here in Melbourne for the attrociously organised V Festival. The concert where I was so excited repressed Toorak types shooed me away, and where I accidentally belted this sweet young girl in the head (whoops)!
Cubism was released a couple of weeks ago, however I delayed buying it as I feared nothing could ever top the excitement of seeing the Boys live at the Myer Music Bowl. I was right.
It is a very good and beautifully packaged DVD, and did promote some serious hand-jiving on my couch. But impassively sitting at home without the flamboyant and joyous atmosphere of screaming Petters, seriously left me wishing I was back at the Music Bowl.
Had I not seen the Soddom and Gomorrah show in Melbourne I would have seriously loved it. Cubism has all the hits you would expect; the thumping Integral and the oh-so ironic Can You Forgive Her, and it does contain a range of dead-funky dance moves my aging back can only contemplate. I’ll keep it for my dotage as an aid-de-memoir.
Actually what I might do is take the tele, DVD player and 5.1 surround sound speakers down to the Bowl next weekend and see if I can re-create one of the best gigs ever.
Rating: Four and a half West End Girls
Filed under: Australia, Blogging, Cyber-flaming, John Howard, Liberal, Politics
Cyber-flaming is the act (or art) of tarnishing a reputation online. And yes, I am guilty of it, but like many a murderer before me, I claim the defence of ‘provocation’.
I would suggest that cyber-flaming occurs partly as a response to corporate-speak; the workplace language that promotes capitalism, says nothing and pays communications consultants vast amounts of money to get their crayons out.
My interest in cyber-flaming was sparked by a recent article in The Age about the public respose to our dear leader’s first foray into YouTube. Quite simply, his two minute video about global warming saw him shot down in the dual flames of bile and vitriol. And a good thing too, because Bonsai has become far too removed from the everyday concerns of Australians.
The Age quoted University of Sydney academic and cyber-psychologist, Dr Andrew Campbell, as saying that online anonymity gives people a free shot which they would not take during a face-to-face meeting. I’m not entirely sure. Certainly I have always thought that if I ever met Howard I would refuse to shake his hand, and that I would be obliged to push him about various issues.
But would I call him a pigs abortion of cretinous monstrosity as I have in the post Goodbye Mr Howard, or Please go Now? Well, no. I might be a one-eyed, smart-arsed prick with a nasty turn of phrase, but I am not rude and I am unfailingly polite.
So why do I do it? For me it is about the writing and execrising my wit, and opposing what I see as governement endorsed meaness creeping across this country.
Howard’s weapon of choice is the language of exclusion and cruelty. Unfortunately, it appears to be mine too.
American drag queen and televangelist, Tammy Faye Baker has died of cancer.
Credit where it is due; any woman who appears on Larry King the day before she karks it and wearing as much eyeliner as Miss Candee heading out to The Exchange, is assured of her place in the Kingdom of Heaven. Or at the Lancome counter in David Jones.
Filed under: Belle and Sebastian, Depeche Mode, Morrissey, Music, Pet Shop Boys
As the multinational petrochemical company has announced my execution and I have enetered the ‘dead man walking’ phase of my employment with the dear company, I have found myself becoming far to serious. So, for my own amusement I am going to regail readers some of my favourite song lyrics. Either they make me laugh, make me think, or they are good to fuck to.
Here they are in no particular order;
Flamboyant – Pet Shop Boys
To look so loud
may be considered tacky
Collectors wear black clothes
by Issey Miyake
The Blues are Still Blue – Belle and Sebastian
She’s getting off the plane
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane
Shop lifting, just drifting
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
But if there’s trouble she’s got the moves
She’s taking an elementary class in Kung Fu
Blasphemous Rumours – Depeche Mode
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
The Last of the Famous International Playboys – Morrissey
I never wanted to kill
I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL
Such things I do
Just to make myself
More attractive to you
HAVE I FAILED?
I’ll post more as the mental jukebox kicks in and I contemplate selling The Big Issue.
