WHAT;S OLD IS NOT NEW AGAIN.

From 2 years ago.
BOUQETS:  Yes,to a Greens MP, Dickie DiNatale who went to West Africa to inspect efforts to fight ebola. Very brave,...Bon Natale, Dick, if you don't mind the word-play and my poor Italian. [Sorry to hear that you came back]..
To Pope Frank for postulating that pets can go to heaven. [Good, but what next? Gays? Bikies? Bank managers? And what about my pet venus fly trap?] .                                                                                To Facebook for giving consideration to a "dislike" button. [Better idea: a hate button...or damn disgraceful....revolting...cancel-this-post...really boring button?] Just saying!

BRICKBATS: To ISIS for beheading four Christian children for not converting.                                   To Waleed Aly for leaving ABC shows that nobody watches and joining The Project to bore us to death on that. [not me, I won't be watching].                                                                                             To THE MONTHLY rag for claiming that there is no such beast as the political LEFT, only the RIGHT, which is always wrong. Confused? Me too, but the rag does have some very funny sardonic articles [ if you are of the Left....which doesn't exist].                                                                             To the Pope for letting pet snakes into heaven...
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HERE WE ARE, EXACTLY TWO YEARS AFTER THE NONSENSE FOREGOING O.P. WAS PENNED. What's changed?
Not a lot.
Dick H. Natali is even moreso as the new Bwana of the Green Jungle Dwellers who have become increasingly feral and gone "native" from such a long stint in that verdant environment of solar panels and wind turbines. [But Dick H. conquered Ebola single-handedly in that time].
Pope Frank? Well, he has been a little too frank with his throw-away lines in these two years. That's all down to his pastoral zeal to get all souls to Heaven, along with their pets, including adulterers, non-Christians, Islamic terrorists and Barak Obama.
Facebook read my blog and now have multiple response buttons for those who never caught on to written language.
ISIS is still going strong and doing its best to deal with the world's overpopulation problem. It has convinced most of the World's Leaders that, while their tools of trade are a little primitive, their principles are as culturally valid as any other philosophy coming, as they do, from a profound desire for peace based on the saintly life of Mohammed.
Finally: Wally Aly. The Wally did eventually take up the reins at the Project, except on those nights following a terrorist attack. He has become the Shepherd of the "Flock For Love, Peace & Joy", the Voice of Snowflakes & Pollyannas who block their ears whenever reality is discussed, fearing they will be triggered. He is their proxy voice. And he plays the guitar.
Oh, and the rag called "The Monthly"? I can't even recall it now. Apparently I have moved on intellectually to those fine disseminators of truth: The Guardian, Huff Post, Matilda, SMH, The Conversation and all such rags that do such a fine job of refuting such ideals as absolute truths, grace, beauty, tradition, sovereignty, Divinity and other quaint ideas that are anathema to 'progress'.

CHRISTMAS

MAY YOU BE TOUCHED BY THE DIVINE THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON....

THE POPE & ISLAM. | john namnik

THE POPE & ISLAM. | john namnik

The White Hellmutts. | john namnik

The White Hellmutts. | john namnik

HILLARY and HILARITY.

I think I'm off the hook.
About 7 weeks ago I bit the bullet and faced the facebookers as I plunged into the Hillary health saga after having read the mad tinfoil-hatters rumours of rumours about the rumours of her poor health. I did place a caveat on my post though; i.e., I'd disown it if I was wrong [cunning]. I'm inclined to think my reputation [which is only known to others], is intact.
I think she's crook alright.
Goddamit man! ...forgot this could be read by millions of Americans. So, when I say she's "crook", that's Aussie for "ill". No matter if I'm misunderstood though, because Hills is indeed a "crook" as in: "criminal, lying, seditious, conniving, conspiring cu.....ah, country girl". I take absolutely no notice of the accusations of her cunnilingual tryste with her p.a., Huma, as that is irrelevant - except for the part where Huma is accused of associations with the Terrorism Of Peace, which makes Huma just one consonant short of a loyal American human. Just as Hills was aware of her lecherous hubby's lethariotic acrobatics while cigar-juggling, so too she must be aware of Huma's Duma Rumor. But, not to worry, the FBI's Chief Comey has it in hand, risking blindness, getting ready for another News Con [that's NOT short for conference], to repeat that Hill's has indeed done wrong but, well, she hasn't actually done anything wrong.
But I'm a compassionista, obviously, so I shan't pillory Hillary's illary, but I feel sad for Americans who now face several scenarios...... a late replacement, a premature death of a President, or the election of a glorified car salesman who now holds the trump card. Still, the U.S. is used to unusual Presidents and Governors such as actors and ....... well, actors all really in recent times.
But Hey friends, Aussies have no cause to brag: we have an acting P.M.

http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2016/09/the_clinton_campaign_made_it_worse_.html

WOMAN MARRIES A ROCK.

I told 'em 30 years ago! I said: "You watch for this pet rock craze. It's a slippery slop, the thin edge of the wedge." Yep, I warned 'em: " Soon enough they'll be marrying those rocks." They called me a religious right-wing nutter, but I was right.
    So Sara found herself a craggy, chiselled-faced rock called Bruce. Bruce Rock. He didn't have the looks of a Rock Hudson or the humor of a Chris Rock, but he was gritty and as solid as a ......well, as a boulder.
    Married in Little Rock, Kansas, Sara and Bruce enjoyed a Reception with music provided by a rockabilly band playing rock n roll covers of  the Rolling Stones.
    As the night wore on Sara got stoned and suggested to Bruce: "Let's go to bedRock", whereupon they conceived their now-famous triplet pebbles named Igneous, Basalt and Granite.
    The sad aftermath, as the world knows, is that Bruce, discontented with his mineral gender and hankering to be a vegetable, shed his identity to become........... a tree! Doctors administered chemical treatments to turn Bruce brown, while rock-carvers shaped him into a trunk. Bruce then donned some pretty green leaves upon his person with glue to complete his transformation; however he was not welcome in the forest as the trees knew that he was not a real tree.
    But Bruce achieved his aim, appearing on the cover of Time and became wealthy through his fame and was lauded by liberals and Greens and other trans-rocks the world over. Even Western Education Departments instituted programs to teach children that they too may be confused about who they are and if Bruce could do it, they could change too. Even many trees began the reverse transition into rocks with injections of gravel-laden cement.
    Sadly, however, Bruce's three pebbles were left fatherless, while Sara fell into another relationship and eventually married the Atlantic Ocean.


CREDIT FOR THE INSPIRATION TO RELATE THIS TRUE STORY goes to The Spectator's article on self-marriage - something which is catching on along with marriages to pets, trees and the ocean. Obviously at present such marriages are conducted by esoteric groups and not state-sanctioned. The article is at....

http://www.spectator.co.uk/2016/08/the-rise-of-marriage-for-one/?utm_source=Adestra&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=201600827_Weekly_Highlights_34_everyone

    

YES, PRIME MINISTER, IT'S RAMADAMADINGDONG.

PM: Oh hell, Humphrey, the bean counters tell me I lost twenty thousand votes just because I didn't salute thirty boxes of old bones that came back from Vietnam. Why do they put these things on when I'm on the campaign trail?
SIR H: I have the answer PM. I propose you throw a banquet for ramadan. That's thousands of votes we can take off Bill.
PM: Ridiculous Humphrey, that's the fasting period. I know my sharia law you know.
SIR H: Not so PM. They love to pig out after sunset.
PM: "Pig out" Humphrey? I can't believe you said that. I'm quite expert on these things, and I forbid you to use such ham-fisted terminology in this context. A banquet, eh? Well, make sure you don't invite any sheiks that have condemned gays. Andrew fucking Bolt will have a field day.
SIR H: I'm sorry PM, but in that case there would be nobody to invite. But I can make sure the most radical are seated out of the way at the far end out of photo shot.
PM: But that's where they put the women, Humphrey. Never mind, speaking of sheiks, invite some movers and shakers. "Sheikers" Humphrey! Get it? "Sheikers..Shake..."
SIR H: Yes PM. Very good PM. Excellent play on words. I thought we could put you with Mister Ali - the association of yourself PM,alongside the most popular man in Australia.
PM: What? I do believe the most popular man in this country is......
SIR H: ...Yourself of course PM; begging your pardon.
PM: Anyway, don't seat me next to that little smart-arse, he'll blind me with polemics. Tell you what Humphrey old boy - get me next to Susie, his wife. Hmm, and on the other side have that sexy Yassmin Abdelly-what's-her-name. Shit, Humphrey, there has to be some compensation for the lack of alcohol and spare ribs, eh? Make sure the wife is down the back on the Hizb ut-Tahrir table. And entertainment Humphrey? Can we get some of those Afghani boys that twirl about in tutus?
SIR H: Umm, not a good look PM. Perhaps for the after-party. I'll give Justice Kirby a call, I'm sure he'd be delighted to arrange something.