Sep 3, 2013
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We are about to reap the rewards of The Great Dumbing Down. The final frame is a zinger, Mr Dog.
Agree with Zut. That final frame packs a huge punch.
The Coalition will stop Justice Stone’s review of ASIO’s adverse security assessments of refugees. So far two assessments have been withdrawn and three confirmed with about 55 to go. If the review is stopped these people will be held in indefinite detention. We might as well fit them with iron masks.
Let’s not bother with an election. Sub-editors are already correcting journos’ pieces using Prime Minster Abbott. The polls and Rupert have told us the result. Think of the money we would save.
A group of us are hiding out in the bowels of the Big Pineapple working on a cunning plan entitled “Snatch New Zealand – the utopian blueprint”. Come with us Doggie …we can’t stay here anymore, there’s not enough gas masks for all of us and the stench is growing day by day.
What are we doing FD? Our collective karma is rapidly deteriorating and we are to be reborn as a citizenry of drooling fools, not homo sapiens but plain old homo saps. The wind sighs, alright. Bring on the asteroid and give another species a go. I’m voting for Bonobos.
I must admit I’m still a True Refuse-to-believer.
We don’t have justice or democracy anymore. We have one system for the poor great unwashed majority, and “other” systems to “protect” the very rich, big business and some very vocal and politically valuable minorities. We will never have justice or a democracy until everyone gets fair dinkum and gives everyone a fair go. I am sick and tired of helping rich people to pay for a private health system I cant afford to use; No more Mr nice suppository for me. It is always better to give than to receive.
After all the ticks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone Fed,
you can hear the future staggering down the street,
footprints dress in red.
And the wind whispers, Tony.
emc you are a bright star in an otherwise dark sky – shine on, feline friend.
Must admit there seems to be a polls-apart phenomenon happenin’… but a ’93’s unlikely
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