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Namah’s no more: The rise and fall of a would-be dictator.

07 Tuesday Aug 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Politics in the Pig's Arms, Susan Merrell

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Belden Namah, PNG Elections

Bye Bye

By Susan Merrell

It’s known as the ‘Land of the Unexpected’ – a character-defining phrase worn as a badge of honour by Papua New Guineans.

‘Expect the unexpected’ is the catch-cry of the PNG Tourism Authority – but he didn’t !

Belden Norman Namah had high expectations that a combination of unharnessed power, bullying, self-serving, rushed legislation that would nobble his political opponents and buckets of money ($AU15 million alone spent on his election campaign) would mean certain success in his quest to become the Prime Minister of what would be, after the June 2012 elections, the indisputably legal government of Papua New Guinea.  The expectations remain unfulfilled.

Political Ascendancy

When newly-elected MPs walked into the parliamentary chamber for the first time since the election last Friday (August 3), it had been almost a year to the day since Namah had led a political coup and become Deputy Prime Minister of Papua New Guinea in a legally-disputed government

A self-confessed “Multi-billion-dollar logger” who was not only Deputy Prime Minister but also Minister for Forestry  (after having held the portfolio in the previous government of Sir Michael Somare – tell me the irony hasn’t been lost) he had expended much cash and energy to bring about the coup.  He was widely touted as the possible saviour of PNG.  He promised PNG a new “young and vibrant” leadership.

PNG got far more than it had bargained for.

Ruthless and arrogant, not for Belden Namah the niceties of diplomacy. A military man, Namah takes no prisoners, leaves no bridge unburned.  His raw ambition was palpable and no one would stand in his way – his fortune guaranteed that – or so he thought as he bulldozed his way through the next twelve months.  Prepared to do whatever it took to hold onto power, he seemed unstoppable.

Namah’s errors of judgment and decency (and this list is not exhaustive)…

Namah’s lack of diplomacy extended to his coalition partners (government is always a coalition in PNG – the party system being weak.).  Public humiliation was a well-used weapon in his arsenal.  Within months, for example, on national radio, he called for the resignation of the Prime Minister to whom he was deputy. It was the first Prime Minister O’Neill had heard of Namah’s displeasure.  The rift was quickly patched up but it left scars.

To Don Polye, the former Deputy Prime Minister under the Somare regime, then a Minister in the O’Neill/Namah government, Namah gave the command in earshot of journalists at a National Executive Council (NEC) meeting to”…f**king shut up”, when Polye had the temerity to disagree with Namah.  In fact, it is widely reported that Namah would, without mincing words, remind the members of the NEC who it was that had put them there.

He was no less outrageous in how he dealt with the people of his electorate.

For while Namah eventually won his seat this election, he was initially trailing badly in some districts – before his final romp home on preferences. In his victory speech he acknowledged the districts that didn’t vote for him by telling them of his intention to represent, in parliament, only the districts that had voted for him – not the whole electorate.  Those that hadn’t could look forward to”…five years of suffering”  (five years is the parliamentary term).

Internationally, and during his tenure, the man had embarrassed the people of PNG and his government when a previous drunken, debauched episode at Sydney’s Star Casino made headlines in Australian newspapers.

It wasn’t confined to Australia either: tensions between Indonesia and PNG were manifest when a private jet flying Namah and a coterie of ‘hangers on’ was buzzed by Indonesian fighter jets.  It is widely suspected that it had something to do with large amounts of cash that was on board (literally millions) and an Indonesian fugitive suspected to have been on the flight.  No one has told the truth behind this incident – not Indonesia, not Namah.

Back home in Port Moresby, in May of this year, Namah violated the sanctity of the PNG courts in his vendetta against the Chief Justice (who had ruled the government formed after the coup as illegal – twice).  Namah stormed into the Supreme Court, interrupting the court while it was in session leading a contingent of soldiers and police.

From the back of the court Namah pointed at the Chief Justice and shouted: “Arrest him.  Arrest him”.

Namah’s henchmen hesitated, recognising the enormity of what they were about to do, giving Sir Salamo Injia, Chief Justice of Papua New Guinea a window of opportunity to leave via a side door and avoid the ignominy of being arrested in his own court.  This action was condemned both nationally and internationally.

But it was a timely onslaught as Sir Salamo Injia was scheduled to preside over a charge of Contempt of Court charge against Namah later that day.  He never did.

…proves his downfall

Under the circumstances, why Namah expected that the top job was going to be his for the taking is anyone’s guess.  But he did.

During the ‘horsetrading’ period after the elections, (between when seats have been declared and government is formed) when alliances and coalitions are moulded and where the stronger parties do the necessary to attract numbers, doubt had obviously crept in as Namah’s PNG Party took out a full-page advertisement in the national newspapers inviting newly-elected members to join the party.  Namah stated that he would be amenable to giving away the Prime Ministership – as if it were his to give.

It was desperation.

Namah’s previous coalition partner and former Prime Minister Peter O’Neill held prime position with his party winning most seats, (hence would be invited to form the government by the Governor-General). In fact O’Neill had three times more winning MPs than Namah whose party had fared particularly badly, including losing one of his deputies.

O’Neill’s coalition would not be entertaining Namah making it almost certain that Namah would not be in government at all.  O’Neill had the numbers approx. 80/10.

Yet Namah’s supporters held to the futile hope that he would produce an 11th hour upset – such a figure of legend had he become.

On Friday 3 August 2012, on the floor of the parliament, Namah’s rejection for Prime Minister of Papua New Guinea was manifest. The newly sworn in MPs voted 94-12 in favour of O’Neill as Papua New Guinea’s next Prime Minister.  Namah’s arrogance had not served him well. A pathetic figure, he sat amongst 11 other men in a field of 111 (that, happily, included two women on the government side).

In this I played my part

This writer has spent 9 months waging a media campaign against this man in the PNG social media pages and the blogosphere, I’m extremely pleased with the outcome for PNG and am proud of any small part I may have played in his downfall.

In the immediate aftermath, in the social media, I posted.

“On 1 August 2011, Belden Namah was Leader of PNGs Opposition. Almost a year to the day, 3 August 2012, he is, once again, Leader of the Opposition.
In the interim he’s spent probably upwards of 50 million kina on a political coup (only partially successful) and an election campaign that gave him back his seat and not much else.

In the interim he has decimated a political party who went into the elections with 25 sitting members which is now reduced to around nine.

This is probably the most spectacular failure I’ve ever witnessed. ”

“A failure well deserved”

Here to Help

17 Sunday Jun 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Archbishop Jensen, arsonists, Cardinal Pell, Chris Uhlmann, crown of thorns starfish, Fatty O'Barrel, Gina Rhinestone, Humboldt Numan, James Packer, Joe Hockey, Julie Bishop, Mark Scott, Nick Darcy, paedophiles, people who abuse small animals, rabbits, Sarah Palin, shock jocks, Silvio Berlusconi, Sophie Mirabella, Ted Baillieu, the Burmese military junta, Tony Abbott, Tony Jones

Quite a few patrons at the Pig’s Arms complain about the ABC’s “The Drum” closing off comments so quickly after an article has been posted, that they cannot get a comment in.

In the spirit of co-operation championed at the Salon de Porc, herewith is a viable solution.  Copy it into your clipboard and fire it off BEFORE the article is published – or use it on any of the remaining open posts there.

I’ve seen some seriously dubious positions put here at the Drum in my time, but surely (insert author’s name if you have time), this one takes the cake.  Never before have we been treated to such an unmitigated neo-fascist rant, completely devoid of substantive evidence and totally without cogent argument.  It would be funny except it clearly wasn’t intended as a joke.

To suggest that even the fundamental premise  of the article (if in fact one can be identified) has any validity, demonstrates a woefully inadequate understanding of social etiquette and the physical laws of our universe.

I abhor ad-hominum attacks and such disgraceful behaviour must not be tolerated. 

Sadly the era of burning people like  (insert appropriate name or remove any of the following that do not apply) James Packer, Tony Jones, Sophie Mirabella, Tony Abbott, Joe Hockey, Fatty O’Barrel, Humboldt Numan, Ted Baillieu, Sarah Palin, Nick Darcy, Gina Rhinestone, the Burmese military junta, Julie Bishop, Cardinal Pell, Archbishop Jensen, Silvio Berlusconi, people who abuse small animals, crown of thorns starfish, rabbits, arsonists, paedophiles, shock jocks, Mark Scott, Chris Uhlmann at the stake is over.

Such is what we laughingly call progress.

—ooo—

Hope this helps !

 

 

Faceless Pig’s Arms Numbers Man Bootlegs Malcolm Fraser

07 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Australian politics, China, defence, Gough Whitlam Oration, land rights, Malcolm Fraser, multi-culturalism, USA

The Pig’s Arms own faceless (and also nameless) numbers man was at the Gough Whitlam Oration with his trusty recorder wide open in his bootleg.

The rustling is the sound of leg hair on leather – which some patrons may find particularly attractive.

Here’s the entire event.

Starting with the University of Western Sydney Chancellor Shergold, Aunty Sandra’s welcome to country, John Faulkner’s Introduction (at 06:25), Gough for a minute (recorded video at 11:29) and Malcolm (at 12:30).

It goes for about 1 hour 25 minutes all up including thank yous and closing remarks by the VC – and will chew about 40MB of your bandwidth.  But it’s well worth it.

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Here’s the Transcript

Queensland Election – Late Barking News

25 Sunday Mar 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Queensland Election, shock result

"I intend to take my responsibilities to the pack / the park seriously, said the new Member for Veterinaria.

After recounting was completed in the one undecided seat for the Queensland parliament, The Queensland Electoral Office announced that the winning candidate was indeed one of Julian’s Cavalier King Charles spaniels.

An elated handler, Jules said “Cav has all the qualities expected in a Queensland conservative politician;

  • He can roll over on command;
  • He can sit on the back benches and beg;
  • He can follow Newman at heel;
  • He is easily led;
  • He can play dead when necessary, and
  • He is unfussed in dating circles.

When asked what was the quality voters found the most important in electing their first canine candidate, Mr Jules said “loyalty”.  “He is loyal to a fault – to anyone with a tin of Pal and a pair of Nikes and a tennis ball.”

Clive of Australia

15 Thursday Mar 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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carbon tax, Clive Palmer, High Court, litigation

Sue me baby, sue me.... photo taken through the wrong end of the Parkes telescope with extra wide angle .

Australia has many blessing; many things for which we should be grateful.

The biggest one is Clive of Australia.  Without Clive, there would be no balance in our lives.

For Clive, you see, sues on our behalf the loonies and destroyers of his our vision for a great society.  We left it to Clive to sue the soccer people for some reason.  Possibly the reason was Frank Lowey, although details are sketchy.

But the big one, the elephant in the outback – and for this we need to be deeply thankful – is that he’s taking on the government.  This time it’s by taking the government to the High Court and challenging the carbon tax as being unconstitutional.  The fact that an elected government should raise a tax on pollution is unconscionable – as any fair minded mining magnate would see in an instant. (Can I have another big Mac please ? )

Rumour has it that Clive’s top shelf lawyers are also about to open another litigation front for Clive – on gravity.  Clive is pretty sure that gravity is not only unconstitutional, but also unscientifical.  Clive is alleged to have said  “if CSIRO thinks gravity works, it’s bollocks.  What I dig up, stays up !”

Lawyers for Clive – or more accurately Clive’s body – are reportedly suing the NH&MRC for funding research into obesity saying that the NH&MRC should get its “tinny little ferret arse in order before attacking the more substantial pillows of our community”.

In other breaking news, Porsche Australia, The LearJet Corporation and Beneteau boats reported record sales to members of the legal fraternity.  The president of the Law Society, Ivan Ormous-House, said that India had it’s Clive, now it’s Australia’s turn – or more particularly Australian lawyers’ turn, pass me the Beluga and don’t spare the Kurg.  Clive’s lawyers hate to see this injustice (that is, Gina’s lawyers making shirtloads with intra- familial litigation) and now it’s time to share the lard love.

Sauces near to Mr Palmoil were too busy with the second course to comment….mrrphmmmph ah that feels better.

When the Generals Talk

09 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Military Madness

Reflecting on our senior brass
Oh Dear, Oh My, Oh Me,
If you’ve a taste for bullying
It’s just the place to be –
Abusing power left and right
With a touch of sodomy.

We’ll serve the Queen !
Salute the flag
There’s nought we do that’s sinister.
So take your girlie fishnet tights
And f*ck the Defence Minister.

We’ll take him down
We’ll dack this clown
For speaking out of turn
We’ll snooker him and pot the brown
Until his eyeballs burn.

We’re sworn to do as her Majesty asks
To defend this fine country
And with the exception of the junior ranks
To keep ourselves fancy free.

To do this best as well, we must
Live by laws of our wide brown land
And explain our tactics to the troops
With stern words and back of hand.

But in truth there’s just one law for us
On land, in the air, on sea;
We’ll do whatever we f*ckin’ like
It’s the rule of 303.

Lord of the Drains

03 Saturday Mar 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Efflinglibs, Lord of the Drains, political satire

AJ Abbott - Lord of the Drains - Apologies to Ivan Albright

Digital Mischief by Warrigal Mirriyuula

In the Coalitious Swamps in the jungles of Transtoriania dwell the Effinglibs.  Their leader is the evil Lord of the Drains.  The Lord of the Drains is reputed to have clothes made from souls of the dead and from recycled body parts and equipment of Harold the Great of Portsea and a relic of Howard the Horrible.

Since childhood, the Lord of the Drains has been the black hole of mirth and generosity for the Effinglibs and is known for his fierce negativity.  The Oracle of Warragamba it is said, holds that if two Lords of the Drains were lain end to end, they would repulse each other and draw unto them at each of their polls, the wicked, ignorant, megawealthy overlords of Strip Miningg.

The Lord of the Drains has a lifetime quest to find great wealth in the Caves of Frakking.  The road to his eldorado is paved with the dried and dusty bones of the powerless Solaria tribe who have been sunjugated by the Unicorns of Laboria and lay strewn on the fields of Open Cuttia, Long Wallia and the Lands of Subsidia.

It is written in the scrolls of Hansardia that Peter the Great and Penny the Stern Witch of Wongomia had tried to defend the powerless Solaria but lacking the support of the 5 Swans a Swimming, they were forced to flee to the safety of the Woods of Backbenchia.  Fearing the wrath of the Bishop of the Death Stare, they have not been seen since visiting the Advisors of Media.

The Red Witch of Yarralumla has cast a carbonian spell on the Kind and Queen of Minallovus which can only be lifted by the Lord of the Drains and the Efflinglibs by wielding the great sword of the polls and killing the Red Witch of Yarralumla with a single stroke to the neck.

Fortunately for the Solaria, the Red Witch of the Yarralumla is protected by the silver shield of Tim O’Shampoo, Prince Steve and Count Melucky of the Trade-Weighted Indices and can only be in danger if the Great Banks of Reservia smote the interest rates and witness the Treasure of Exchangeria Ratus being plundered by the short selling traders of Forexia.

But all is not well in the Halls of the Effinglibs.  Some say the Giant of Hockania and the Minotaur of Turnbillia are this very day plotting to block the Lord of the Drains with the Undermining Wads of Cashola.  It is said that they fear that the Lord of the Drains has no battle plan and the Effinglibs will face slaughter on the Plains of Electoratia.

Tunic next week and see whether The Duchess of Pynea will save the Lord of the Drains and the Effinglibs from certain doom.

Shadow Immigration Policy Tango (on Stopping the Boats)

29 Wednesday Feb 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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asylum seekers, diseases, Opposition immigration policy, Refugees, tango

Deep Deep Shadow Minister for Immigration Scott Morrison - our thanks to the Monthly

– a new Coalition low – Inferring asylum seekers are riddled

with nasty diseases

Hideous Diseases Tango

Step off the leaky boat here and then we will scarya,
And accuse you of rampant malaria.
We’ll whisk you all off in our spotless new buses
As you cough up a lung with pertussis.

And if it’s your dickie that smarts and often tingles,
It’s probably syphilis or shingles.
So if you decide here and now you will threaten us,
We’ll know from your lockjaw – it’s tetanus!

Step off your overloaded barge with a nasty discharge –
As you dance to the Hideous Diseases Tango.

Well, look here, midst your underweighted babies
I could swear that I see some definite signs of rabies
But in the growing xenophobic hysteria
It could well be a case of dyptheria.

And those dribbly drops of pus
Gonorhhoea, it seems to us
As you dance to the Hideous Diseases tango.

Wasting away ? Another TB day !
Sc0tt M0rris0n’s here to say
“Take your Hepatitises away!”
And we’re sorry that we must leave ya
With just a touch of Chlamydia or Dengue fever
Dehydrate ?  Oh my, it’s important not to die
As you dance to the Hideous Diseases tango.

So take your partners and the underweighted kiddies
Cousins, nieces and hairy toothless biddies
To some sh1thole Malays1an hotel
You won’t notice the smell !
And you can dance to the Hideous Diseases tango!

As we fiddle the refugee Grand Total,
You can contemplate lice that are scrotal.
We’ll pretend to process your shonky application.
Feel grateful for the love of our great nation.
We might process your batch –
If you try not to scratch,
Just keep dancin’ the Hideous Diseases tango !

Ole !

When the Chips are Down – Wrap them Up

26 Sunday Feb 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Abbott, Albanese, Gillard, leadership spill, PM, Pyne, Rudd

I'm voting for you. You're Dead Meat.

The Pig’s Arms Boozecasting Corporation (PABC) psephologist and race-caller, Antony Puce – ever the man for an each way bet has been staying up all night sucking on his insider sauces.  Here’s his latest update on the Rudd / Gillard debacle / fisco / coup / sledging competition.

[[
I was mulling over the complex shitfight known as Australian politics last night.  Burning the midnight absinthe and Merv rolled up in the passenger seat of a chauffeured Turramurra starlifter.  He was sitting next to Giles – the best attired occupant of said vehicle.

On the back seat were a sartorially startling couple on their way back from the St Ives Golf Club Ball and Liberal Party fundraiser.  Merv had amazingly coaxed them this side of the big swamp (otherwise known as Sydney Harbour).  It was lucky Giles knew the way, because I’m certain they had never been out of the leafy northern suburbs since birth, except to streak to Kingsford Smith International airport – by way of transiting to Paris at the pointy end of an Airbus 380.  Possibly one of THEIR airbus 380s.

Rumour has it that the harbour tunnel was built so that they didn’t have to actually look at any of the dwellers on the south side on the way to overseas.

But Fern and Godfrey were not both halves of your average mega-wealthy couple.  As they took up comfortable seats in the Pig’s Arms ladies lounge, and quaffed the first of several bottles of Kurg (Merv would later have words with Manne over the little slip up with the label hastily stuck over the bottle that strongly reminded me of Porphyry Pearl), Godfrey let fly with some deeply inside information of the as he said “laughingly called” Labor shenanigans.  Quaff Quaff.

He said that according to Michael Crocker (at least I thought he said “Crocker”), Kevin Rudd has no expectations of winning the PMship.  It’s just a justification for reluctantly accepting his fate – the OK Corral Monday 10:00 – and opening the way for Rudd to have his shot at the main game – Secretary General of the UN, by way of first being the member for the backbench nearest to the unisex toilet and nappy-changing room.

Godfrey said that Crocker stepped it out for him – Julia wins the PM again – Rudd pledges full support for Julia – Crean sprays coffee out his nose, trying not to die laughing in front of the cameras.

Godfrey said that that last trip to Washington was to stitch up Hillary’s support for the Rudder to take over from Bunky Moon next year – just before the election.

Julia is supposed to lose in a Ruddslide.  Abbott cannot win, so he will need to run across the road in a triathlon and be mowed down by a paper truck owned by Fairfux who by then, will in turn be wholly-owned by Gina Rawhide.  Alternative theories suggest a return to that old conservative tactic – the Harold Holt man oeuvre board.

The replacement for Abbot will be problematic.  Turnbuckle is too wet for the miners, Jumpin’ Joe is just not bright enough, but is at least malleable – provided Christopher Pyne-o-clean does the thinking for him.  So the Turnbuckle / Pyne-o-clean team gets up.

The independents will be massacred and buried in unmarked shallow ballot boxes.

The Labor party will have an across the board spill.  Anthony Albuqueque – who has shown great courage and personal integrity by voting for Rudd – as a protest against Rudd getting shafted in a “not the Labor Party” way, without admitting that he also recognises that the massive disaffection with Rudd is based on the reality that Rudd was, is and always will be a micro-managing tosser who happened to run against the most hated Liberal since Bob Menzies played in the Bethlehem under sixes.

Julia refused to accept Albo’s resignation for fessing up that he’s not going to vote for her – possibly because without Albo, Labor does not have an attack dog in the front row – but more probably because he has the respect of many in caucus because he gives not a shit about anything else except punching out Tories.

On that basis, Julia has confirmed that she’s not tough enough to be PM – remembering that Australians prefer a PM that reminds them of their dad after he’s had a skinful and feels like fighting coppers.

So Albo will be our man – but not for ….. say …… ten years of total misery by which time….  prolonged mining in WA will cause Australia to overbalance and half slide off the East Coast continental shelf, pranging into New Zealand.

There will be a massive voter backlash due to proximity discomfort from Dame Kiri.  And Albo will be the man of the hour.  Clive Palmist, Twiggy Foreign and Gina Rhino will start mining the Pacific Ocean, Antarctica and Bill Grate’s bank account – figuring that it’s easier to just mine money and cut out all that dirt and noise – that requires (gasp) labour.

Rudd as UN chief will preside over the subjugation of the Arab states by the Chinese – brought about by a mistranslation of the mandarin for “we’ll have all of it” as “we laugh at awful tit”,

People will remember with fondness / deep anger Australia’s experiment with a hung parliament and a government led by our first shiela PM, but being Australians we will cop it sweet and stand by our man.

Our Man Albo.

I finished copying down Godfrey’s diatribe, Emailed it off to the editor (Voice – who will take out ALL the dashes and a goodly-proportion of the apostrophes) and toddled into the Ladies lounge for a share of what was left of the Porphyry Kurg.
]] (sic*)
*Editor’s note: The proof-reader is currently on emergency leave of absinthe.

Pig’s Arms Psephologist Predicts US Election Outcome

10 Friday Feb 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

≈ 67 Comments

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humour, predictions, US Presidential Elections

Mitt Neutridge and one of his wives - formerly married to the Joker

The Pig’s Arms political correspondent and serifologist, Anthony Puce has been studying the US presidential pre-elections and the curious Republican dog and pony show. 

Here’s his report.

Much like everyone on ABC News 24 – who seem so hard-up to find 24 hours worth of news to report, many Pig’s Arms patrons have expressed something rather close to complete indifference to the US presidentials – and who can blame them.  No matter what the outcome, it’ll be some redneck semi-“religious” super wealthy dude with a trophy wife and good teeth versus the first black president to inherit a giant hole in the financial universe and an unwinnable war from a previous Republican redneck semi-“religious” super wealthy dude with good teeth and an IQ approximating his shoe size.

This time, American voters (both of them) have a serious challenge in working out which candidate has the stupidest, most ridiculous name.  We have an amphibian and a piece of baseball equipment for starters.  Can you imagine Queen Elizabeth addressing a leader of the western world as Mr Newt or Mister Mitt ?  For Pete’s sake !

The big unknown about the US presidential election is whether six or maybe ten people might bother voting.  So the result is usually a totally random outcome.

So it beggars belief that this crop of clean-shavens spend tens of millions of dollars to embarrass each other and themselves in front of a couple of hundred million TV viewers and the news of the world.  Forget the war in Afghanistan, Kazakhstan, Stanistan, or wherever – Newt Bigrich has six wives and still scored with a political volunteer from Detroit in 1969 !  Woooh-hoo !

Does anybody remember the hooting tootin shootin and bespectacled wonder who had a shot at the Deputy’s job last time ?  The western world would have only been a heartbeat away from being run by a moose-botherer – and since the Republican nominee was about 170 years old, the last heartbeat was a fair bet at the time.

There was a lot of hatred towards the outgoing president last time – for badly mismanaged disasters – including the first global sub-prime loan failure driven meltdown, Hurricane Katrina, most of the west coast and Yellowstone National Park burning to the ground, Iraq, Enron……. the list is endless.  This time we see something approaching despair and disappointment towards the incumbent for failing to engineer the much-needed reform of minor things like universal health care, sustainable education, replacement of infrastructure, environmental degradation – anybody remember a bit of an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico ?) , détente with China, nuclear proliferation and climate change.

Mind you, Obama had a balance of power issue the envy of lesser mortals like our own PM.

Failure to deliver on promises is already a cornerstone of electorability in both parties.  And so too is the wildly rational behaviour of gun-totin white trailer trash with two working teeth, massively obese carcasses, pick-up trucks on perpetual hire purchase and no visible means of support beyond selling moonshine hooch and bathtub speed.  These people clearly fear communist liberty-robbing initiatives like affordable health care and quality education far more than they fear their offspring coming back from Afghanistan in body bags.  And Rupert’s Fox-driven nonsense – like Obama’s middle name being a sure sign that he’s actually a member of Al Qaida plays well with the congenitally hyper-prejudiced so that’s a really good reason for voting for Root Nitridge.  Go figure.

So here’s our prediction:  Obama by a short half head over Mitt Neuteridge, allowing for a new technology stuff-up that will make unreadable chads, chedds, chits or whatever look plausible.

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