Australians are about to be hectored and lectured by another wacky, hilarious pack of leftist activists, who despite their fundamental opposition to capitalism are descending downunder to promote a movie, released through those staunch anti-globalisation marxists United Artists.
The amusingly named Yes Men have managed to confuse a few third world ancestor-worshippers and first world dolts with a witless and obvious parody of the WTO website, and have infiltrated meetings full of bored delegates waiting for the free bar to open and been completely ignored, despite looking like a terrifying animated Logie statue.

No doubt it will be gushed over by B1 and B2 on At The Movies and the blithering idiots at the Movie Show, a few gerbils at Indymedia and Green Left Weekly and ignored by everyone else.
If you want some real commie-cred, turn up at the premiere in your snappy big white ring:-

which will indicate to fellow travellers that you’re a live one. (And a right one, it would seem, seeing as these cheesy bits of pointless crap were made in sweatshops in China, along with your t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, you trotskyite twat).
But what’s all that hypocrisy matter, when you’ve been filled in by Brad Pitt?
C points out that ANU academic Helen Hughes doesn’t share the beliefs of such luminaries as Bono and some geriatric fart from the Boomtown Rats on the benefits of debt forgiveness and offshore charity:-
The evidence that aid flows are inversely related to growth and development is incontrovertible.
The countries with the highest aid per capita (including Pacific countries) have had the slowest growth. But, in political terms, forgiving debt that they are not servicing from African countries is much easier than reducing the subsidies that western Europe, the US and Japan give their farmers at a cost of $300 billion annually to developing countries. So is increasing the volume of aid to $100 billion a year by Western taxpayers.
The international NGOs, led by Geldof and his singers, are facilitating yet another betrayal of Africa.
While these has-beens and fossils are noodling away on Saturday, I’ll be watching two horrible colonial first-world powers duking it out in a pointless, competitive exercise on a field surrounded by bloodthirsty neanderthals, drunk on imported beer and insulting foreigners. Sounds like fun.