Friday, October 31, 2003

Re that crap Brown-Nettle agit-prop performance of a view days back (by the way, d'ya reckon they scored a grant for it from the Australia Council?) and the ensuing kerfuffle:

I think some people have gone a little too far with the criticism. But there was no doubt that it was a truly disgraceful display. Simon Crean - bewildered 'tard that he is - managed to acquit himself reasonably well and act with a modicum of dignity in a ceremonial gathering designed mainly to re-affirm ties with our number one ally. But Bob and Kerry? Gawd. When even serial heckler Nick Bolkus is rolling his eyes in disgust at your behaviour, then you know you really have crossed the line.

He's all passion, no thought, is Bob; not just a force for nature, but a force of nature. Imagine if he ever became PM! Yikes. How scary is that? I can see him on the phone to Tony Blair: "Don't call me again ya speciesist, racist, sexist cunt... But while I've got you on the blower, tell that elitist slut Liz Windsor - or whatever her name is - that she can go an' fuck herself!"

Crikey! He'd probably try and puncture the wheels of the Pope-mobile, he would.

What's amazing is that his silly yammering has probably scored him more votes - or at least more sympathy - amongst the defectorate. The pink pixies of Kookybullshitland are now all asquitter about how locking Bob and his, er, left hand person out of Parliament House was an appalling act of censorship. Yet they were the ones being censorious, because they were trying to shout Dubya down.

The Greens' tactic is very clear: Create a highly emotive situation in which the forceful (yet civilised) exchange of arguments is eschewed for yelling your bloody lungs out! Then, when everyone's sqawking up a storm, the biggest, meanest, loudest mob wins. Finally in power, the Greens can implement their wacky anti-human, pro-plant agenda. (I'd call it hedge politics, myself.)

It's definitely a tribal, primitive way of doing things. But does that make them fascist, in the most sinister sense of the word? No. Not yet. But give them time...
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Still more cyber-anxiety. Just downloaded a free - it's always free with me, notice that? - personal firewall. No probs there, except that now I keep getting these alerts whenver I log into one of my e-mail accounts. There's a bubble that appears listing an IP address and something about "pings". I suspect some scum-sucking spammer has managed to lob some spyware into my 'puter, and it gets activated whenever I check mail or something. Or maybe it's something to do with all those e-mails for cheap Viagra and Vicodin that sit in everyone's Hotmail account. Whatever it is, it creeps me out big time.

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Bob Brown is arcing up about being slandered as some kind of Nazi. Considering that he and his quackolytes are so ready to condemn Howard and Dubya as fascist (and Saddam as the victim), isn't this a case of the pot calling the kettle black... or brown, or, er, green... or something?
It must seem ironic that one of my last posts was about how I was hooked on blogging, then I wrote nothing for ages. Kathy Kinsley thought I might have been trying to give it up.

No, not in rehab. And re that: I wonder what that would be like for blog addicts ("blunkies"?). I mean, what would be the methadone equivalent? Handwritten diary entries?

Anyway, not trying to give it up. Just bloody knackered. Busy trying to earn a living and also chip away at other writing projects.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

I just thought of a new word to describe the craven use of intimate associations with the famous for massive financial gain: "burrellous".