Daily Diatribe

Here’s a novel way of getting free botox treatment- just lob in to your local Vietnamese restaurant and scarf down some Pho with extra nam pla- it will do wonders for the complexion of your duodeum.

Call out the Navy! There’s more bloody boat people headed our way!
Now we find out the truth about Thor Heyerdal- nothing but a rotten people smuggler…….

I had the jolly good fortune to catch an interview on local lefty independent radio 4ZZZ today with raving loon Kylie Moon, the world record holder for the most drawn out arts degree, babbling about Aceh and her arrest and deportation from Indonesia.
With her ineffectual squeaky Minnie Mouse-like voice, constant use of “actually” and “self-determination”, and mindless repetition of trotskyite dogma, the interview confirmed a view I have held since the Moonster forced her hideous visage in front of the media- Kylie is a cretin.
It’s a pity she couldn’t even draw the meagre vote required to snare an upper house seat in NSW- the assorted lounge lizards that infest that particular den of iniquity deserve the Moonster.

Is it just me, or does the looney off flight 1737 look remarkably like The Sandman?
He’s also a computer geek- no wonder he cracked and ran amok.

Rene Rivkin reckons he is too ugly to get porked in the hoosegow- looks don’t matter much when you are face down chewing the kapok; besides which, when has the likes of Bubba been concerned with looks? He’s looking for something deeper, like the sigmoid colon.
It seems to me than Rene is actually making a challenge, and may enjoy some recreation in the showers…………..

Just what does a permament head of a public service department have to do to get the arse?
Geoff Clark has obviously defrauded the Commonwealth over his trip to Ireland (more likely to be the land of his ancestors than Victoria) and should not only be sacked, but shold be prosecuted.
When is ATSIC going to appoint a head who is actually aboriginal?

They must have used a fish-eye lens to fit in the silly bitch’s snout.
Is Babs self absorbed, or what?

Pete Botsman, who has obviously just arrived from Jupiter, believes that Bubba and the Lovely Hillary still have 1/. any credibility and 2/. a remote chance of ever polluting the White house again with their lame gibberish.
This idiot must have had a serious drug habit during the Clinton era, as he seems to think that the changes made by the Republican dominated Congress and Senate were actually achieved by a lame duck (who unfortunately didn’t have a lame dick) president who was too busy dodging impeachment to do much except get Marines killed pointlessly in various third-world tips.
This bloke would get on famously with Phillip Adams- both report from another dimension, where facts are inverted.

The University of Queensland (my old Alma Mater) has once again won widespread public support after it was revealed that they have funded a Melbourne based Great Raving Radish to the tune of A$51,000 to complete a thesis for a PhD, on the hugely relevant topic of whether our alleged Lord and Saviour was a tailgunner.
The first reaction by me is- “if this person (son of God etc) did in fact exist, who cares if he was a chutney-ferret?” The second (after further research into the thesis) is “I thought astrology at best was blind superstition with no basis in fact, logic or reason, at worst fraud, so what part could it possibly play in an academic treatise?”
The third is “I don’t give a rats arse what this old looney wants to waffle on about, and if some other silly old bastard is prepared to give this daft whoopsie a piece of paper utterly useless for employment anywhere in the entire world based on a paper with no academic worth, why should I care?”
Maybe because this prick is being publicly funded- he can write whatever bollocks he likes as long as I’m not paying for it.
The Tertiary sector needs to join the ABC in the real world- see how many companies are prepared to offer a scholarship on the sexual proclivities of assorted deities and their earthbound representatives.
The real shame is that he wasn’t on a bursary to the University of Tehran, and writing up Mahommed- they get stoned at this campus, but not like Monash, man…..

Here’s someone who’s obviously keen on a second innings;
some pinheads have actually mentioned this mouthy old ratbag as a potential candidate- any possibilty (unlikely as it was) of the Workers Willie getting his spotty arse back in the Vice-Regal Roller dissapeared the moment he was again unable to SHUT THE FUCK UP.