While other people are snailing their way out of Melbourne this afternoon, I am going to enjoy the most comfortable accommodation. Continue reading
Year: 2009
So the U.S is not at war with Islam.
Yesterday President Obama declared to the Turkish leader that the U.S is not and will never be at war with Islam. Depends on the definition of Islam, I guess. How about the Taliban and Al Qaeda or are we playing semantic games with terminology here?
Oh, that’s right, they are extremist groups who have nothing to do with the moderates. I’m wondering how Obama knows this to be a fact since “the moderates” don’t speak out in protest following a terror attack against the West?
Where was the condemnation from those oh so moderate Muslims when the Twin Towers were attacked? And why were those moderate Palestinians dancing in the streets when they heard of the murder of almost 3000 Americans in New York?
Anyway, why is it that we never hear that Islam is NOT at war with the U.S? Now that would be news, wouldn’t it?
Kevin Rudd’s robust outbursts
We are learning a lot about our Prime Minister’s foibles. There were already rumours in Queensland that he was hard to get on with, but he is quite the actor and presents a mild exterior in public, while simmering inside and taking it out on his staff later on.
His explanation for such outbursts is that he is human, only human. Well, we never thought he was superhuman in the first place.
What he means is that he has his faults too. You know something, Mr Prime Minister, we would like to know if you ever tell off one of the big wigs? Did you let President Obama see your “human” side?
In my opinion, the mark of a man is not how he treats his superiors to whom he has to grovel, but how he treats his subordinates, the ones who have to do his bidding and so far Kevin Rudd’s report card registers an F.
I don’t like the fact that Rudd’s staff had to lie about the quarrel with the flight attendant. And I don’t like the way Rudd said IF he offended anyone then he is sorry. There are no ifs about it. He did offend and we, the Australian public, expect better behaviour in future.
How foolish of the G20 to gather in London.
My first question is can anyone think of a more difficult place to secure than London? One of the biggest cities in the world had to spend millions on security against terrorists and demonstrators. Wouldn’t a quiet resort in Switzerland have been a wiser choice for a gathering of the G20 financial talks?
My second question is why did the wives have to attend, when it was going to be all about serious economic discussions? Perhaps they all went by coach on a guided tour of outlet stores?
Therese Rein makes Downunder cringe with embarrassment
Imagine going to a memorial service in Westminster Abbey for the victims of the Australian bushfires and not wearing a hat. No prizes for guessing who committed that fauz pas. It was the Aussie Prime Minister’s wife, Therese Rein, who looked like a country bumpkin compared with Prince Charles’ wife, Camilla. The Duchess of Cornwall was suitably dressed and wore a hat, which is the right thing to do. But Therese decided that her frizz was respectful enough.
During her travels with Kevin Rudd, Therese has been looking ridiculous as usual with her knee-popping boots, giant sleeves and tight belts, and even today she wore some ballooning black coat which was pinching her snuggly under the bosom area. Too tight, Therese…
Isn’t it about time that Mrs Rudd said farewell to her delusion that she has a waist? A classically tailored sheath and coat minus the belt or sash which she clings to in memory of her long lost waist, would look so much more flattering. And please can someone lend her a blow dryer?
So not only does she lack flair, she is also ignorant of etiquette which is evident in her unsuitable get-up at the Memorial Service. Surely some protocol aids should be briefing her on what to wear to a Cathedral.
Do I really believe that Therese is going to change? No, not for a minute. She has earned the tag of being to be the most unpopular First Lady that we have had in many years. The most popular one was Hazel Hawke by a mile and I think that few people would dispute that description. Hazel had class and compassion. Therese Rein has neither.
Quite frankly, if Mrs Rudd doesn’t want to behave like a lady I wish she would stay home or at her office and stop embarrassing the Australian public.
Why I hate my ugly identical twin sister
The truth is out. I have an ugly identical twin sister who makes an unwelcome appearance in my life. Take yesterday, for example, when the time had come for me to renew my driver’s licence now that I live in Melbourne.
I took extra care yesterday to style my hair and make up my face using “mineral powder”. I even put hairspray on my wonderful glistening locks so that the style would last until I had “the photo” taken. After all, this photo would be on my licence for the next ten years.
After filling out all the forms, I braced myself for the photo shoot. But just as I was about to be captured on film for the next decade my very ugly, very depressing twin sister turned up and pushed me out of the way and demanded to be photographed instead of me.
I don’t even know how it happens but whenever I have to have an important photo taken, say on a passport or at a gala function, she pushes in and poses instead of me. It’s not as if I don’t try hard. I practise smiling just a little, because grinning would make me look like the village idiot. I open my eyes wide so that I look refreshed and innocent.
It’s not easy when the photographer is a young girl who doesn’t even bother to look up from her contraption to tell you she’s about to shoot.
So I wait apprehensively, my smile fading away as I begin to wonder what’s going on and that’s when my ugly twin sister bursts onto the scene, pushes me out of the way and takes over.
She’s done it again. And now I’m stuck with this terrible, terrible photo for the next ten years.
She makes me look like that infamous picture of Nick Nolte on his arrest. It’s a wonder my driver’s licence doesn’t have a profile pix as well with a Wanted caption below it.
So who’s going to believe that it’s not the real me? Why can’t they have some professional photographer on duty who will make sure that your ugly twin doesn’t spoil the picture?
Foetal alcohol syndrome among Australian Aborigines
There is a major problem in the Aboriginal communities of Northern Australia. Babies are being born with foetal alcohol syndrome because 90% of women in those communities continue to drink throughout their pregnancies. So what is the Australian Hotels Association asked to do? Stop selling alcohol to pregnant Aborigines. This has to be one of the silliest ideas ever. Continue reading
Hamas prisoners want their MTV
Imagine a Hamas prisoner in Israel. He has access to family visits, TV and newspapers and medical treatment for any ailments from the best doctors in the world. Compare this with the way that Hamas treats its prisoners, if any are left alive, that is.
Remember the Christian hostages who were captured by Arafat and his bunch of terrorists and who were kept in dark cells and threatened with death every day? Remember the dead bodies of two Israeli soldiers who were kidnapped by Hezbollah and who were returned in exchange for some of the worst convicted terrorists who ever sullied an Israeli jail?
What a contrast! But it’s not surprising when one is dealing with an uncivilised group like the Arab fanatics who have captured an Israeli soldier and who want to use him as a trade off for getting thousands of Hamas terrorists freed.
According to the ABC news website the government of Israel has finally lost all patience with Hamas and has decided to take away the privileges enjoyed by those prisoners because negotiations for the return of one single Israeli soldier have broken down.
So what are the Hamas prisoners threatening if they can’t get their MTV? A hunger strike, that’s what. I’m all for that. Bring it on!
Call me a sceptic, but I believe that Gideon Shalit, the Israeli soldier who was captured by Hamas three years ago, is dead. There is nothing left but his bones but even then the Israelis want him back to give him a proper burial.
Quite frankly, I would return the Hamas prisoners in the same condition as the two dead soldiers were returned.
Melbourne’s obsession with sport
For four days now we have been subjected to the most intolerable noise pollution. On the first day, my husband thought it was an alarm that had gone crazy. On the second day and third days I thought there was an excavator at work in our area. By the fourth day I realised that we were victims of the Formula One car racing event.
The noise can be heard over most of Melbourne and it sounds like a howling wind. As if that’s not bad enough yesterday we thought we were being attacked by suicide bombers as in New York in 9/11. They were the supersonic jets that were part of the fanfare.
Now I’m not an environmentalist but think of the EMISSIONS or black balloons or carbon footprints (lol) of those cars and those jets. Ironic, don’t you think, that we should also be switching off our lights for an hour on Earth Day at the same time that those cars and jets have been fouling up the atmosphere for the past four days.
One of the spectators, some young kid of six was interviewed by a TV crew on the way to the car races. When he was asked what he looked forward to the most, the budding hoon said that he looked forward to seeing the cars crash. Ain’t sport uplifting! Oh yes, and doesn’t it make pots of money too.
Therese Rein swashbuckles into Harlem
I think that I’ve figured out Therese Rein’s approach to fashion. Since she can’t be admired for her appearance the Prime Minster’s wife has decided to make herself a laughing stock. It’s the old adage that there’s no such thing as bad publicity.
So when The First Lady flounced into Harlem yesterday she decided to go as a pirate of the Caribbean. I almost wet myself with laughter when she appeared in her black and white costume with the biggest cuffs in the world. And when she extended her hand, there it was, a cuff the size of her waist.
It’s no longer a question of fashion sense and needing a stylist. She’s perfect as a clown.
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