I hate this time of year.
No more footy, the cricket hasn't started, and all we have is the trade week and draft to see us through.
Meh.
That is all.
Yarr, everybody.
Strap on yer peg leg, befriend a parrot and fill those mugs of rotgut, it’s Talk like a pirate day,!
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Latham's lamentations bring one question to mind; qui bono?
Timed to perfection, his poisonous, bitter diaries have knocked the massively unpopular sale of Telstra - actual news - off the front page. It will also continue to serve as a stick with which the Liberals may beat their opponents. So Biff sells his book, Howard's off the hook and Labor, and more importantly the Australian people, suffer.
Latham is the worst of all the rats, at least Billy Hughes believed in conscription and Joe Lyons got the prime ministership. Biff just gets a few dollars in royalties, and believe me Biff it will only be a few.
If the country desperately needs an end the Howard administration, Mr Latham, as you said it did during your brief stint as leader of the opposition - why fling a load of personalised and ultimately irrelevant muck on to the only alternative government?
Honestly - Kevin Rudd gets some stick because he cried the day after his mother died? Beazley has no integrity - so Latham put him on his front bench? The diaries are a demonstration of the politics of a desperately sore loser.
Biff never could handle the fact that his belief in his own hype proved to be misplaced, and now lashes out like an angry child at the people who he thinks stole his favourite toy.
It makes you wonder if he ever believed in anything other than Mark Latham.
Or at least, that's what I wrote to The West and the oz. I know Latham never believed in shit - there's no wondering about it. And yeah, Beazley is a fucker, but what's there to gain now? Revenge? What a cunt-throat.
Hawthorn's Mark Williams, the 180cm full-foward and Australia's answer to “Shooter” McGavin (not to be confused with David McGann), has been awarded the Doc Wheildon Medal for being the leading goal-kicker from the bottom four clubs.
Last year, Richmond's Matthew Richardson won the inaugural “Doc” with 60 goals.
Williams, who scored 63 goals in only 19 games, was unavailable to comment on his receiving the AFL's least known but arguably most important honour.
The medal is named for Darren “Doc” Wheildon, who played 70 games and kicked 160 goals in his 1989-1994 career at the Fitzroy Football Club.
This appeared in a London newspaper.
Dear Mr Bush,
Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.
Also, any idea where all our National Guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?
Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this - after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them - BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.
No, Mr Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 per cent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing - NOTHING - to do with this!
You hang in there, Mr Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.
Yours, Michael Moore