I know you must be getting sick of the political postings on kilbot.net lately… there is only 9 days to go, then we can get back to music and dockers discussions (draft picks, pre-season, yay!).
This Sunday is the End The Lies protest against the Howard Government.
- Melbourne 1.30pm State Library, City
- Perth 1pm Perth Cultural Centre Amphitheatre (opp. Alexander Library, James St)
Things are starting to trickle in Labor's direction; the media has been favourable, centrebet has shortened the odds… but now we need to open the flood-gates of popular opinion. Hundreds of millions of thousands of voters packing the streets to protest against Howard could only help the cause and embiggen Latham's heart for the last week of the campaign.
This is from Crikey… if only we had it for International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
A new sea shanty
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Ear-ly in Octo-ber.
Put him down last don't re-elect him.
Put him down last don't re-elect him.
Put him down last don't re-elect him.
Ear-ly in Octo-ber.
About a week ago Fancy Dave predicted that if the Lions won the Grand Final then the Coalition would win the election. A win for the Lions, he argued, would show that cosmic forces were smiling on the status quo… if fate gave a fourth premiership to Brisbane, the Howard government would be given a fourth term.
Being slightly superstitious I knew he was right. And the paranoid division of my superstition extended his theory further; a win for Brisbane would mean a win for Howard and in-turn a win for Bush… the fate of the world would rest with right-wing Christians hell-bent on starting a religious war with Muslims, the rivers and oceans would boil with blood and that cocky French prophet Nostradamus would climb from his grave just to waggle his zombie finger in our face and say “I told you so”.
Needless to say I was quite relieved when Port won… given that the stakes are so high.
Sadly the Queens Pde poster campaign has ended prematurely. At 2am this morning, two idiots stood at the front of the house and threatened to smash the windows. I sleep at the back of the house and was unaware of the abuse which apparently included a threat to come back at 4am with Molotov cocktails. The two flatmates who sleep at the front of the house were understandably shaken and the poster has been taken down.
I’m just sad that I slept through all the commotion, in my current mood I would have enjoyed a little rumble with some right-wing rabble-rousers… sure, I may weigh 65kgs and wear velour pyjamas, but I think a flying Kilbot would have given them something to think about.
The Queens Pde campaign will continue but we will be taking another tact… the only thing more depressing than another three years of Howard is the idea that we all say nothing.
In other news, the Liberals have announced they will direct their preferences to those ‘kooky’ Greens in the seat of Melbourne. This is a another case of political opportunism by the Howard Government - not to mention hypocrisy - but it highlights a predicament that many left-leaning voters will face this election; does one still vote for the Greens if it is going to work against the Labor Party? I have volunteered to help the Greens on election day, just as I did last election. I will be voting Greens 1, Labor 2, just as I did last election… although I am quietly relieved that I am still enrolled to vote for the seat of Curtin in Perth, rather than in my new electorate of Melbourne.
I look forward to the day when my vote will be for a Green government rather than a Labor preference.
Avast Ye!
Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, and ye would have to be as blind as a barnacle to have missed all the ballyhoo.
Nine years ago two lads from the New World chose the Nineteenth of the Ninth as the day to embrace the salty speech of the seadog. In 2002, syndicated humour columnist Dave Barry jumped on board and it has spread around the internet quicker than pilates on the poop deck.
It also be in 2002, on the Nineteenth of the Ninth, that your humble narrator dropped anchor at kilbot.net to create a safe port where pirates of the Perth persuasion could talk in the parlance of our choosing. Coincidence? Yarr, almost certainly.
In any case… hoist a flag, toast some RotGut, and give thanks to the rise of all things internetty.
