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The Ghost of Ruddocks Past
14 Wednesday Oct 2009
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But not Adolphs of course- so we are left to work out birth control. Probably have a word with the gals about it.
If they only were educated (I mean the poor uneducated) and empowered to stop the men conjugating. We would all be saved.
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“… a story told to frighten children”… love it! Very funny… now what was that web address for the ‘First Dog’? I wanna subscribe!
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Check out crikey.com.au
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Molto grazie!
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There are some jobs in life that you just wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I thought that at the time.
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Mind you mate, I saw Ruddock on the box the other night and I even remarked to Sche how almost human he looked. Well at least animated.
He didn’t have that cadaverous appearance that characterised his time in Parliament. He even managed a sort of leering sneering smile that sort of teetered across his face like an uncertain climber on a particularly difficult and unfamiliar rock face. He needs more practice at those to get people to recognise them as smiles. At the moment they’d still be mistaken for grimaces of dyspepsia.
There was colour in his cheeks rather than that grey green opalescence of corruption we got so used to as he lied in chorus the great Howard lies.
There was the same moral vacuum though. Asylum seekers should be put to the rack first and only when their will and every bone in their body is broken, after they’ve shown by their actions, like crudely sewing their lips together, hunger striking, devolving into little more than mangled vegetables, that they are morally inferior, a sub human kind of human, intent only on acquiring some tiny corner, some rag end of this country that they are of course, according to Ruddock’s lights, in no way entitled; only after all this is the asylum seeker given a mop and told to slop shithouses for a generation or two.
Foreigners, particularly foreigners fleeing those places where western hegemonic power and its geopolitical aspirations have blighted the land and people, are simply not entitled according to Ruddock.
Who among us does not remember his diminutive and shameless boss, Tiny Johnny Small The Turd Long Boy, his spittled lips aquiver with rage, his little fist thumping the lectern, the veins on his temple throbbing, shouting.”We will decide who comes to this country and the circumstances in which they come”?
They were a hateful and poisonous slime on the body politic and Ruddock was one of the slimiest. I’m glad he’s gone!
That having been said I can see little or no difference in the Rudd way. The rhetoric is kinder, the outcomes somewhat more benign, but the whole thing remains a power play turned on and off as it suits, its purpose reduced to the simple manipulation of constituencies too angry and blighted themselves to respond to anything other than the violent and meaningless mistreatment of humans they can believe are less than themselves.
Punishment for policy.
It’s truly pathetic.
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Waz, they should all learn to play cricket. As you know cricket is the trully universal game.
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Walking the dogs this morn found us talking about Theater of the Absurd, which as you would know, gives rise to exploring all sorts of avenues of humanity and it’s fruitless endeavors.
One cannot but think that what we are doing is pointless- as we will be extinguished- one way or another anyway.
My wife thinks that I practice Theater of the Absurd in my speech and writings.
So in that vein, I will just say that we need a more parsimonious attitude to population and recources.
So I was thinking that if we were to practice cannibalism, we would have food and management in one- further allowing existentialism in our mundane lives as we ponder on our individual perceptions and self importance.
Of course it would be no good eating old people- as they would have used up valuable resources and only be good for soup. So it will have to be a selection of young people. And of course refugees would be ideal, according to our ex PM!
It would also solve all of the problems of how many to take and where to put them. We could take as many as we could eat. In fact we could then export them to anyone who cares to top up there freezers.
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That’s why we need you here JL. Drop of a hat and you’re offering completely sane and well thought out positions that have the ring of lasting truth to them. (As absurdity often does!)
Of course we should eat them! Gives a whole new meaning to middle eastern cooking; and, given the popularity of Oz as a final destination for these poor comestibles, sorry I meant creatures, an export industry in organically nurtured refugees, prepared for the boutique market OS could create a whole new class of farmers for the National Party to exploit and misrepresent.
We aren’t that different JL. We’ve both of us been badly let down by those we placed our faith in. Our current cynicism is nothing more than a refraction of our inherent romanticism.
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You see there is always a solution.
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Sorry, my next last post hurdled. I think there’s a gremlin
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Good one Emmester
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Jesus H Christ! Again with the cleanup!
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