“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened…” - Winston Churchill
The Queensland Premier’s jubilation:
The exposed workings of Qld Labor Government have hurt so many of us in different ways that polling day for thinkers has becomes a festive occasion with, for me, a void vote the days major thrill. The CM’s inner sanctum less favourable to Bligh lately suggests the big fellas dropped her. Queenslanders though, are still part of the Great Southern land whose occupants, in the main, have a three-week memory recall and a State/newspaper sponsored fun-run or firework show held within that time-frame will favour the incumbent.
A daily declaration of a new martyr seems to have a similar purpose, a variation of the days when a garbage worker knocked back a knighthood offer which was then eagerly accepted by the infamous turncoat unionist, Jack Egerton.
The purpose of government is to protect the individual rights of its citizens. Since rights can be assaulted both within a country or outside of it, the government must deal with either threat. This requires an army for defence of the country, and a police system to protect the individual citizens from other individuals within the country.
So long as the Nanny-state thinking rules, we will all wear the Dumbded-down Australians tag.
Queensland’s inarticulate Premier admires the pensioner’s integrity. Came from her very own mouth on Rudd’s election night celebration, so it must be a gen-u-ine and considered observation rather than an impulsive, spur-of-the-euphoria moment. Gee! Was that early spin you say? Must give her my vote. I hope she reminds us frequently of our deep-seated wisdom and inner values. The offensive and venal Bligh doesn’t remind us often enough of our unforgettable contribution to the nation and I tend to forget.
As the older residents of this pensioner-intended Government flat precinct fall off the perch, they are replaced by lazy and fiftyish, anti-social, mobile-phone obsessed idiots. The latest morbidly obese crazie sits on her veranda pre-dawn scooping porridge into her maw between screaming into her phone. She is engaging the only asset she has and knows…her rank stupidity. Her very presence and mien has one wondering if she is not Myra Hindley reincarnated who will resume gnawing into a baby’s corpse after the porridge.
During the day she will prop outside my flat ditto. I reminded her of the 50 unfenced acres surrounding us on which there must surely have a decent reception spot out of earshot. ” Go get a life , ya so and so,” she kindly advised. This is a preferred tenant, who moved in at 10 P.M. with a loud party of gomeral assistants, leaving the worn, smoky diesel running as loud as the radio for the duration of the unloading.
And end with an apt quote by the master; Woody Allen
“Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon.”
- Crikey, Mateys and Cobbers of Queensland ! It’s Almost Turd Rotating Time. (lesjohns.wordpress.com)