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Paul Sheehan’s piece in the SMH today resonated with me. Particularly this bit:
In an essay in The Monthly in October 2006, Rudd wrote: ”Another great challenge of our age is asylum seekers. The biblical injunction to care for the stranger in our midst is clear. The parable of the Good Samaritan is but one of many which deal with the matter of how we should respond to a vulnerable stranger in our midst. That is why the government’s proposal to excise the Australian mainland from the entire Australian migration zone and to rely almost exclusively on the so-called Pacific solution should be the cause of great ethical concern to all the Christian churches.”
For that matter it’s not often you’ll see me quoting the Bible either. But here I go.
Leviticus 19:34 … “The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.” (NRSV)
Exodus 22:21 … “You shall not wrong or oppress a resident alien, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt.” (NRSV)
It’s a telling day when a man backflips on his supposed core beliefs to get what he covets.
Anthony Weiner, ugly pants, a fabulous drag queen and a guy holding a sign for college credit. All in one picIn funny, great photos, oxygen thieves, politics on June 29, 2013 at 8:18 am
Et tu, Dickhead?
Seriously, is there anything more pathetic than a politician eating his own words.
It is amazing to me that this kind of hate is still considered acceptable by some sections of our society.
It is amazing to me that this was sent, allegedly to a “journalist” (Peter van Onselen) back in March, but he did nothing about it.
It is amazing to me that Joe Hockey, a man not unfamiliar with food, I think you’ll agree, to have been at the fundraiser and yet claim to have not seen the menu:
It is amazing to me that Tony Abbott can acknowledge the offensiveness of the menu and yet when asked if this will affect Mal Brough’s pre-selection, can say “absolutely not”.
It will be amazing to me if any of this reaches anyone west of Petersham or anyone, for that matter, not on Twitter. Because if it makes it as far as the 6pm news tonight it will be reduced to a 30-second sound byte. And yet Julia Gillard will continue to be slammed for her ‘gender wars’ speech a day ago.
I will be amazed and disappointed if any woman with a brain can have the lack of self-respect to vote for these Liberal arseclowns come September 14.
I’m amazed a woman as smart as Julie Bishop can bear the cognitive dissonance working with said arseclowns must inflict on her psyche every day.
What the actual fuck has happened to our politics??
… and that’s an electronic cigarette.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I know these have been around for a fair while, but I’ve never paid much attention. And then last night in the middle of some football converge, on comes an informercial.
Different flavours — apple, vanilla, coffee, chocolate. Hell, why not just dip a piece of chocolate in a cup ‘o’ liquid nicotine?
Believe the ad and you’ll believe smoking these ludicrous objects will save you $7000 a year on your cigarette bill. Despite the flavour refills and the chargers and the blah blah blah.
But hey, if you’re prepared to make a public goose of yourself pretending to smoke on these things by sucking on ‘em in public, why not stick it in your computer’s USB port to recharge during a business meeting.
Remember those candy cigarettes we used to be able to buy as kids? They were more sensible and cool than an electronic cigarette. And at least they had nutritional value.
Smoking is a dumb thing to start doing.
Buying an electronic cigarette because you can’t bear the loss of cool giving up smoking will cost you?
Gosh, it was fun.
It was a routine evening in Sydney’s public transport world. The 412 was running, oh, about 55 minutes late, as multiple numbers of every other bastard route came and went. When it arrived, it was packed, naturally, but I scored a seat. Yay me.
A few stops on and a charmer clambers on. Yelling before the doors were closed. Calling us all fucking cunts, wanting a seat because his wrist was in a cast. Telling us all he was from the Shire, like that was going to make us give up our seat for him. Abused a woman for reading a book. Had a crack at “all youz cunts texting”.
Passed me with a glancing “look at that fat cunt”.
By the time the time the dust had settled there were about 20 people between me and him. I was all for wandering up to him and challenging him to call me that again to my face. But by the time there was a clear route to him, he slopped off into the night.
Much to the relief of my loved ones. Frankly, I was up for it.
I know bus drivers have a tough job. I wouldn’t want it. But isn’t it the bus driver’s job to stop these arseclowns in their tracks? Kick them off the bus before they do this crap?
Bring back conductors-slash-guards, I say.
Arseclown of a day, seriously. Arseclown of a city, frankly.
I do wonder just what the Leader of the Opposition means by ‘a woman of calibre’. To what, exactly, should I be aspiring?
Clearly, Mrs LOTO is the most obvious role model I should be emulating. Must be. TAbbott wouldn’t have married a woman who lacked calibre, would he?
Should I convert to Catholicism, I wonder? Perhaps join the Young Liberals?
Gosh, maybe I need to boost my educational credentials. Try for that Rhodes Scholarship?
Get my virginity surgically restored? Renounce my sexuality? Join a convent?
Shut my mouth? Cross my legs? Walk three paces behind?
Fuck you, Tony Abbott. Fuck you and the 18th century misogynistic foxhole you crawled out of.