The death of the ETS

TheDeathOfTheETS

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25 Comments

  1. Mike Jones
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 1:44 pm | Permalink

    Doggy, you definitely the Dog.

    Masterpiece.

  2. Innocent Until
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:03 pm | Permalink

    Rest in Peace.

  3. michael matusik
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:08 pm | Permalink

    my first really serious comment on FD’s blog

    lets hope the f*cker is dead and burried, but just to be safe we should encase the ETS in a concrete bunker miles under ground…impact zero, cost bankruptcy, cronyism gallore!

    enough said

  4. Buzz
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:09 pm | Permalink

    Waaa! I can’t stop crying. The tragedy of it all!

    So shall it be at the end of the ETS: Nick Xenophon shall come forth and sever the wicked from the just, and shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be great wailing and gnashing of teeth.
    (apologies to Matt.13:49,50)

  5. kuke
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

    I reckon the ETS would be better portrayed as a pig in barrel.

  6. Meski
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:32 pm | Permalink

    @Michael: vitrification or Synroc would be better for something this toxic.

  7. paddy
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:32 pm | Permalink

    Agreed MM.
    Could someone grab a jerrycan and get a couple of litres of that discount petrol please.
    I want a decent blaze to make sure the f*cker is truly dead.

    If flames happen to singe a few “innocent” pollies and captains of industry as they’re passing by…….Well, so much the better.

  8. wyane
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:33 pm | Permalink

    surely they threw oranges as well as stones? or was the ets just not nerdy enough to deserve soggy citrus missiles?

  9. Altakoi
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:35 pm | Permalink

    Hopefully a little green fist will break the soil at midnight, and the undead carbon tax will rise to roam the earth.

  10. Mike Jones
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:43 pm | Permalink

    Point of clarification, Buzz. Who is to go into the fire - the wicked or the just ? Just asking.

  11. Ern Malleys cat
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:46 pm | Permalink

    The poor little fella lost his cap in the bush.
    And they didn’t find it. And they forgot about it.
    And they thought a tax would stop everyone using coal.
    Just like everyone doesn’t use petrol because there’ a big tax on it. Ha.

  12. Buzz
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 2:55 pm | Permalink

    @ Mike Jones: Ah, the beauty of ambiguity: it’s what keeps ecclesiatics, pollies and lawyers in business.

  13. Meski
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 3:36 pm | Permalink

    … And Kevin burned burned burned, the ETS, the ETS.

    (Apologies to Tom Jones)

  14. wyane
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 3:47 pm | Permalink

    @Meski: I thought that was The Byrds?
    Now summer - burn, burn, burn
    Comes every season - burn, burn, burn
    Cos’ there’s no time for CPRS under Kevin
    A time to burn, a time to die
    A time to plant, and watch it wilt
    A time to kill, a war over water
    A time to laugh, while you dance in a kilt

  15. Meski
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 4:26 pm | Permalink

    That works too, but I was thinking “ring of fire”

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpNnX0Q82i4

  16. Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 4:26 pm | Permalink

    And what could have been the subject of compromise ended up as a dead pooch. Or, to put it another way:

    And his ghost will be heard as they pass by his funeral patch,
    “Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me?”

    CHORUS

    Once a jolly dog sat down on his tucker-box,
    and spoke to the people of liberty
    Liberty from what, they asked, is it for free?
    Petrol fumes, coal mines and electricity.

    ANOTHER CHORUS

    This is not the land of Oz, it’s the land of apathy”
    Etc.
    And his voice may be heard as they pass by the billabong,
    “You’ll never come a waltzing Matilda with me”.

    Sorry folks. Poetry is not my forte and my singing would make a little-raven blush.
    I just don’t know what got into me

  17. mbox
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 4:53 pm | Permalink

    Oooohhhh brilliant. I can already see this gem as this years’ Walkley entry (even though, of course, the Walkely judges couldn’t see quality if it slapped them in the face).

  18. Rox
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 5:16 pm | Permalink

    As moving as ET.

  19. Buzz
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 5:51 pm | Permalink

    @Venise: I too am moved. Tears are rolling. :-)

  20. John Inglis
    Posted Wednesday, 28 April 2010 at 5:58 pm | Permalink

    Tom Jones????
    Johnny Cash tyvm.
    Sez me, who wears black while installing panels.

    And when they ask me why I wear a suit of black, its for the carbon that isn’t coming back.
    It’s for the rivers and the oceans and the world.
    It’s for the ETS, which came to save them all

    *apologies to the late, great Johnny Cash.

  21. Jenny Morris
    Posted Thursday, 29 April 2010 at 1:29 pm | Permalink

    O the pathos. I can hardly bear it.

  22. twobob
    Posted Friday, 30 April 2010 at 11:53 am | Permalink

    We all know the ETS did not die quietly in the forest FD. It was poisoned from birth by a party that took payments from big coal and it was slayed by an opportunist who put politics ahead of humanitarianism.
    All hail slur tony — the hero of the hard-core antiscience crowd that dominates much of conservative politics these days, that champion of dirty emissions and the slayer of clean energy and pollution reduction.
    There is nothing genuinely “conservative” about refusing to conserve resources, refusing to conserve a livable climate. Just stupidity.

  23. Mr Pastry
    Posted Friday, 30 April 2010 at 12:55 pm | Permalink

    Poor li’l doggie, shame on Wong and Rudd for experimenting on puppies

  24. Posted Friday, 30 April 2010 at 6:45 pm | Permalink

    TWO BOB: Good one!

  25. Sandshoe
    Posted Sunday, 23 May 2010 at 2:03 pm | Permalink

    I might do this every Sunday. Visit this virtual grave. It’s mean we don’t know what petrol station little ETS with the big name is buried behind.

    I will look for irises that bloom behind petrol stations.

    Little ETS might not be in the country. I have heard political prisoners’ bodies are swapped for even numbers of others. But this is a champagne case. No prisoners taken. Lost.

    How will we visit darling ETS when this virtual option is closed :(

    I will search for the real resting place. I should find common will.

    Ohhh yes I know! Not everybody will agree! Some will even think that is virtually silly! It is up to us as rugged individualists! It’s them and me! For every one of us!

    AND … so fortunate! Plane fares are next to virtual NOTHING! We as individuals can search worldwide! The blessed few! The chosen! Controlling the world’s destiny exclusively. For dedicated travellers with monies cheapest with a MasterFARTERcard so MOST especially!

    Let us individually buy flowers and dump them behind petrol stations on Sundays!