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Abbott ( A.Jones Apprentice) knows no Shame and Must lose the Election.

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by gerard oosterman in Uncategorized

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Alan Jones, Australian politics, Julia Gillard, T.Abbott

http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/gillard-wins-a-verbal-stoush-and-maybe-an-election-too/

Mr T.Abbott has just cemented in being a man driven by hate and disdain for all of mankind during todays performance in Parliament. His reference to ‘dying of shame’  to Gillard referring again to Allan Jones pig-low remark of  a ‘dying father out of shame for his daughter’ surely must result in revulsion and revolt against a man that is still trying to become a prime minister. I use ‘man’ with reservation here.

I hope someone will come up with a petition barring all support for this truly vile person. He would just be one of the most insensitive man Australia in its short history ever have had the displeasure of having witnessed in public. Of course his remark to a man dying of asbestos a few years ago, pointed the way to a sociopath. A man truly relishing the unhinging of others. Julia was magnificent in her reply.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2012-10-09/gillard-vs-abbott-on-the-slipper-affair/4303618

Take it Like a Man

08 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Alan Jones, inappropriate comments

Borrowed from Lethbridge in the Brisvegas Courier Mail

“No, he got what he well and truly fuckin’ deserved”, said Emmjay.

“That’s a bit harsh”, Jules replied. “I mean, they took his Merc off him and it wasn’t even a divorce settlement”.

“ I reckon he’s had it comin’ for ages”, said Emmjay “the price you pay for stepping on the toes of not just anybody, but the bloody Prime Minister”

Jules paused for a pull on his lemon lime and bitters, reflecting that indeed this bloke had been stirring the shit just a tad too vigorously for ages.  “Still, I think he reflects the views of many Australians”.

“Many white anglo rednecks, you mean.  Fuckin’ rednecks that he personally created by soaking otherwise decent folk in bile every day on the radio”, said Emmjay taking Jules’ bait hook line and sinker.

“Not all of them are Anglos” said Manne.  “Some of them are, you know, Italians, Greeks, Lebs and stuff”.

“Anyone without a decent edumacation” gets into the club” said Hung.

A lone figure shuffled in through the side door and assumed the position at the far end of the bar.

“Mention his name and he appears”, thought Merv, but before he could speak, Emmjay returned to his theme du jour, failing to notice the recent arrival.

“I still think the bastard got what he deserved… it’s just not on to diss some poor bugger who’s lost his pappy” said Emmjay.

“Her pappy”, said Helvi.

“Yes, of course, Her pappy.  The bloody Prime Minister’s pappy.  And more to the point, the bloke in question was more than just a decent chap, he was a bloody saint, helping out the troubled folk of Adelaide”.

Merv cleared his throat.

“I heard that ALL the sponsors have pulled out of his gigs” said Big M. “Or not exactly, the radio station has caused a ‘pause in advertising’ to allow the offended businesses to get over the cyber bullying campaign that Gez and Emmjay have been supporting”.

“That’s poop!” said Emmjay.  “They’re waiting for it to all blow over and those do-gooder lefty basket weaving Balmain types to wander off and find some other gay whales’ landrights cause to trumpet”.

Merv stirred up a Pimms for the lone figure at the far end of the bar.

“What kind of poofter drink is that ?” speculated Hung. “It could be a pink drink, but there’s no umbrella, so it’s definitely not a Pig’s Arms special”.

Merv coughed again, with special emphasis and proceeded in a northerly direction along the bar, noted Foodge.

By this time, the more astute patrons of the Pig’s Arms had noticed the lone, stoutly-built and slightly care-worn figure with the off-grey complexion at the northern extremity (or as Waz called it, ‘the cathedral end’) of the bar.

Emmjay went on.  “I mean who really knows what this Faustian lump really thinks.  He’s become a parody of himself.  Always trying to outdo the last outrage he’s foisted on his radio audience of retards, dropkicks, pillow-biters, Nazis, sheep-botherers, paedos, Liberal-voters, tax-dodgers, snake-oil merchants and miscellaneous fuckwits.”

“More to the point” said Jules, handing Emmjay another can of petrol to throw on the fire, “He still gets to keep his job, despite everything, because he bloody well owns a chunk of the station, bought with his wad of cash for comments”.

“That’s right !” said Emmjay. “But at least this time, he’s providing a bit of competition to the ABC in the advertising-free, but still crap end of the media spectrum.”

‘Well, if we can get advertising-free crap for free, I want my eight cents back”, said Big.

The patrons were becoming increasingly aware of the rising tide of sobbing from the cathedral end.  The tide was going out on the Pimms and coming in on the cheeks of the lone slumping figure.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake” said Emmjay, wheeling on his stool and confronting the distraught figure.

“Maaate” he said to the pink galah, at the same time throwing Merv and Jules a look like a man who was about to pay them back in spades for setting him up.

“Tough gig, sport.  The rough taste of Julius Marlows on the palate.  A terrible price to pay for a tiny slip of the tongue amongst mates”. said Emmjay.  “I know, I’ve been there and done that myself.  I have said harsh things at inappropriate times.  But you know what, sport ?  I’ve never made a living out of it.  And when I said I was sorry, I actually meant it.”

“Come on tiger, finish the drink and I’ll give you a lift home in the Zephyr.  It’s time for you to take it like a man”.

The Art of returning the Merc (by Jones)

08 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by gerard oosterman in Gerard Oosterman

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Alan Jones, Bing Lee, Coles, Dilmah, Gillard, ING, Mercedez-Benz

Alan Jones drives his Mercedes-Benz        Photo:       Alan Jones has been told to return his $250,000 Mercedes-Benz. (ABC TV)

Related Story:       Sponsors walk away from under-fire Jones
Related Story:       Embattled Jones returns to the airwaves
Related Story:       Gillard refuses to be drawn on Jones controversy

Broadcaster Alan Jones has been asked to return his Mercedes-Benz after the car manufacturer cancelled its sponsorship deal with his radio station 2GB.

Mercedes-Benz says Jones’s suggestion that Prime Minister Julia Gillard’s father died of shame was appalling.

A number of other sponsors have turned their back on the broadcaster’s radio show since the comments came to light.

Mercedes-Benz says the $250,000 car will be repossessed if it is not returned by the end of the month.

Jones had been given the 2012 S-Class Mercedes as a part of his sponsorship deal.

During a press conference last Sunday, Jones stated that both 2GB management and its sponsors were aware of his position on political issues and that he did not expect a falling out.

However, online campaigns emerged early in the week, urging people to boycott businesses that continued to support Jones and his program.

Woolworths, Coles, Dilmah, Freedom Furniture, ING, Bing Lee, and Challenger have all withdrawn advertising from Jones’s program.

Mercedes-Benz is understood to have ditched all commercial deals with 2GB after the incident.

Topics:radio-broadcasting, people, sydney-2000

First posted    Sun Oct 7, 2012 9:31am AEDT

A Crumbling Kingdom (Alan Jonesss)

02 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by gerard oosterman in Politics in the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

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Alan Jones

Digital Mischief by Warrigal Mirriyuula

Kingdom crumbling as Jones loses fear factor

  • by: David Penberthy
  • From:The Daily Telegraph
  • October 02, 201212:00AM

THE motto by which Alan Jones lives his life is unravelling. The qualities he trades on – blind loyalty, fear and commercial power – no longer function.

Towards the end of his life he is flailing about like some deposed Eastern European dictator, demanding respect and fairness when he has displayed little, claiming victimhood when he has engaged in an act of victimisation which even by his standards sets an abysmal new low.

I have had a few private dinners over the years with the Sydney broadcaster. It is a rite of passage when you edit a newspaper in Sydney, as I did, to pay homage to the man and bask dutifully in his perceived greatness.

I’ve been on his show several times and 2GB hundreds of times. I’ve been to his apartment in the “Toaster” building, where his servant prepared chicken and celery sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and served Irish Breakfast Tea in the finest Wedgewood china.

Jones’ mantra in his personal dealings is “pick and stick”. It is both a promise and a demand of unwavering loyalty, by which those in his circle pledge to stick by each other through controversy and scandal. Jones is an inveterate letter writer and will put pen to paper to upbraid those he perceives as disloyal or disrespectful. He would probably regard a column such as this as fitting that category. So be it.

His comments about Julia Gillard’s late father were a disgrace. His subsequent apology was pathetic. Anyone with a pinch of decency should now be prepared to man up, as Jones laughably declared at the start of Sunday’s press conference, and tell Jones where he can stick his pick and stick.

In order to understand Jones you first have to recognise that he is defined by a deep-seated siege mentality, where life is regarded as a permanent ideological war and those around him are drawn up on the lists he assembles in his mind of friends and foes. The contradiction of Jones, who has no real personal life at all, is that when he is not broadcasting he busies himself with generous acts for put-upon individuals and families, doing unpaid charity work, writing letters to ministers on behalf of people who are illiterate or uneducated.

This kindly work fuels his sense of indignation when he is at the centre of scandal.

What he has never been able to recognise is that the kindly nature of his private work is often eclipsed by the sometimes desperately unkind or unpleasant nature of his public conduct.

At every controversial juncture in his career Jones has acted as if he is the victim of a conspiracy.

In his public life Jones instinctively regards any attack on him not as the result of his own wrongdoing, but the small-minded hatefulness of his persecutors.

This was the case with the cash-for-comment episode, a dictionary definition scandal, in which Jones and 2GB were paid large sums of money by the Australian Banking Association to go easy on the major banks. It is hard to imagine a greater betrayal of the people who live on what Jones and his former stablemate John Laws liked to call “Struggle Street” than parroting praise for the banks to a working-class and pensioner audience.

Yet Jones never grasped the moral bankruptcy of his conduct, regarding his pursuit by ACMA as an appalling example of the tall poppy syndrome.

This typical sense of persecution underscored Sunday’s press conference, at which Jones breezed over his apology to launch a fresh attack on the government of Ju-Liar, as he likes to call her.

Laughably, he took aim at News Limited for having the audacity to report his speech – as if it is the media’s job to ignore one of the most powerful people in Australia make the most appalling remarks in front of our next generation of political leaders and current members of the parliament.

As a result of the Gillard remarks, Jones has found himself with few friends. Many of those who are in the pick-and-stick club, who in the past would habitually declare that their friend had been fitted up or taken out of context, have unequivocally declared his comments a disgrace.

Jones has historically cowed politicians into appearing on his show. While Jones is Australia’s archest conservative he does not as a matter of course go after all Labor MPs. Some, such as Bob Carr when he was NSW premier, managed to get an often favourable run by paying homage to Jones and stroking his ego.

Conversely, others were bludgeoned into appearing after sustained on-air attacks, only to relent for an interview where the shellacking was even worse.

It has now dawned on politicians of the centre and the left that they should no longer worry about their Jones strategy. It has taken a long time for this penny to drop. The reality has always been that Jones’ audience does not comprise many swinging voters. He is preaching to the angry and the converted, many of whom keep listening to 2GB because they are too frail to get off the sofa to change the dial.

As the Kyle Sandilands sagas have demonstrated, the only currency which radio networks understand is the advertising dollar, and it is here where the ramifications from his remarks could be most acute.

Six big advertisers have confirmed they will not advertise on his show, some have said they will boycott the entire network, and more will surely follow.

Jones, who is fond of talking of himself in the third person, lashed out at the Twitter campaign for an advertising boycott, and talked about how horrible it was (and it is) that some have wished his cancer to return.

“This is the best way to neutralise and silence Alan Jones. They use this as an excuse to silence Alan Jones,” he said.

It’s almost as bad as saying a woman’s father died of shame over their daughter. This is karma writ large. Alan Jones is getting everything he deserves.

Sack Alan Jones

30 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by gerard oosterman in Uncategorized

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http://www.change.org/petitions/2gb-and-associated-advertisers-on-alan-jones-radio-program-immediately-terminate-the-contract-and-cease-association-with-alan-jones#share

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