Gerard this morning asserts that Gillard’s deal with Slipper was unnecessary, that she had the numbers anyway, 76 to 74. He nowhere in his article mentions Craig Thomson, or Abbott’s refusal to pair him if he wasn’t sick enough, even to let him attend his wife’s difficult childbirth or, if it happened, his baby’s funeral.
Nor does he say that any MP sick or in a grounded plane or travelling, like Smith, to a warfront could be refused a pair by the capricious Liberals who might then bring on a vote of No confidence at any time and win it.
As always, Gerard minimises the situation and moves the goalposts to make Labor seem like jumpy fools. 76 to 74 is not a dangerous fix to be in, how could it be? he asks. Pig’s foot it’s not. Greiner found similar numbers fatal; Obama in the Health Care vote found them very scary and worth fundamental compromise; Gordon Brown in 2010 enough to lose office by.
But no, no, Julia need not have worried. What a friend she had in Gerard, that semi-supernatural comforter with a voice so like that of Kevin Rudd.
What an innumerate smug Papist Christ-eating dill he is.
For the eighteenth year I ask him to debate me on any subject, any time, anywhere.
Name:
“What an innumerate smug Papist Christ-eating dill he is.”
You are a bigot, Bob.
Bigots are inaccurate.
What adjective or noun in my description is inaccurate?
I believe on qanda that Gerard said he was agnostic or atheist can’t remember which.
Your whole sentence is totally inaccurate.
Simon’s right, Bob. You’re wrong: you are a bigot.
Try explaining to your flock how “Papist” and “Christ-eating” are not meant in an intolerant, disparaging sense in your description up there – along with “innumerate”, “smug” and “dill”.
Are you saying Gerard Henderson (and all the millions of Catholics – black, brown and white – worldwide) should know better??
Loula, I am a Catholic (or at least I was baptised and raised as one, even though at the age of 15 I declined to further attend the Mass or any other quaint ceremonies of that quite eccentric cult – one does not cease being a Catholic after going through these initiation ceremonies until such time as one is excommunicated by Rome, and this has not happened to me yet).
And I have no problem whatsoever with the terms ‘Papist’ or ‘Christ eater’. These are simply literal descriptions of what Catholics profess to believe.
As for ‘innumerate’, ‘smug’ and ‘dill’, well, with Henderson, the evidence speaks for itself.
Loula, you really are a stupid, miserable old person, and I don’t think it is too sexist or unreasonable to call you a fucking cunt.
Cunt is regarded as a non-sex-specific insult in Australia.
A prize cunt is what you truly are. If you would like more, I will give you more below every post you make.
How’s that for starters?
As a term of endearment amongst friends – perhaps. To a stranger… not so much.
If the slipper fits . . .
Pitiful Doug. Back to revealing yourself in all your ugly colours again.
You asked for it, miserable creature that you are.
Asked for it?
How?
By referring to some here as “minions”??
You are a despicable individual doug. You react with this absurd self righteous indignation at the word minion and spray this forum and several of its posters with such vile invective, when you have said far worse, far worse, over the last few months!!??
To Bob, a dog can be a dangerous thing.
It’s ok when they’re sniffing at ya bum,
But when they start with the spittle and the wild blood eyed spontaneity, you know, when they start making moves on their own, you gotta put em down.
Drop one.
Right between the eyes.
He won’t feel a thing.
And it will read, simply,
Here lies a “Resident of Bolgia 2 and 6″.
Your own fault you silly bunt.
As in Benny Hill’s “Bing’s Bollege Bambridge” sketch.
Without taking any political sides here, Doug Quixote, you are not contributing to any intelligent discussion.
And to anticipate your response, I will not get fucked at your command.
Cheers
Bully for you, Blowfish.
Literal perhaps. The point is: used disparagingly.
“Quaint”? “Eccentric”? “Cult”? Oh the bitterness and/or zealotry of the Once Were.
Silly old cunt. You were warned.
Sad really. Highly doubt it makes sense for you to call me old, you foul-mouthed creature.
Fuck. Shit. Donger. Merde. Arse. George Pell.
All of the above : and add in totally gross loser.
Ah hah! Terrance! at it again hey!
Though very surprised to find you here and not on Ashby’s arse!
Oooh, this is horrible.
I think I can settle this, Doug Quixote.
You’ve been emboldened by the belief that Loula isn’t a young Muslim woman. And therefore the vile words to a Catholic girl.
I think I can persuade Loula to change her moniker, and so avoid further threats, here, and elsewhere.
But you keep yours, Doug Quixote.
You.. keep.. yours.
Your powers of persuasion should please you.
Stay up on the stage, and let the spotlight continue to shine on Rancid Disgrace.
How’s the eye?
Must fly!
Wait!
SorrySorry/Anonymouse Reader is up on the stage, also. Hope lots of attention from the blokes comes your way.
SorrySorry.
Couln’t care less. You can get fucked as well.
Mary Ellen, as a poet you make a good swine herder.
Macabre, you present us with the comical sight of an ass licker ass licking the ass of this forums chief ass licker!
Terrance – I do believe you were creative director on this one, “Look me in the Eye Baby- not my Blinker, but my Stinker”.
Some arses are worth lcking; the reciprocities are stupendous!
Others should not get involved in arguments that don’t concern them.
The word is “arse” not ass – an ass is what you clearly are. Do the ears get in your eyes, and do the flies worry your ugly arse? Good.
Poor thing. Way over your head, as usual.
Sticking with things you know and love is my best advice!
“Hmmm, What Flavour is That Bum”?
Were you ever in any doubt M-E?
Ever?
“Couln’t care less. You can get fucked as well.”
Almost stupider than Bob. And that’s a difficult thing to do.
You too.
Is that it?
I’ve had it to the back teeth and beyond with being pleasant to the right wing heaps of shit putting thir paw marks all over this blog.
Well, they can all fuck off.
Has anyone ever told you that you look like totally ‘hot’ when you get all expletive laden and ants in your pants.
As one who knows, Douggie is always hot.
I hate to be the one to tell you this Douggie, but it’s not your blog.
Speaking of which, how’s your blog going?
That good huh?
Pass on the address, I’ll pop on over.
Fuck off retard. You don’t have any teeth -you are a leftard
Bloody everyone around here is JG Cole. At least with Doug you can feel fairly safe he, at least, is not JG Cole. Why doesn’t this blog attract a small, special interest group of like minds as it ought? Why are there SO MANY righties? Or why are one or two righties, if that’s the case, SO VOLUBLE AND MULTIPLICITOUS?
Watch the JFK assasination on utube, all of you. Assure yourselves that there were no shots coming from the front and that it wasn’t a number of shots being fired in very quick succession. Then get back to Doug.
To Reader 1. Listen to yourself – The Cat, Terrance, MaryEllen, Loula, FI Kendall, Tiny Dancer, Simon, P.Casey’s Sister, jim, Canguro, me – all J.G.Cole.
Is it that difficult to believe that there are people here, of both political persuasions, that find DQ generally loathsome?
I know I do.
I found your attack, from behind the cloak of DQ, on Loula simply inexcusable.
Go away, JG. Your mind is a life sucking vortex.
Sorry Reader 1, that “you are J.G.Cole” accusation won’t work on me! We all sat here and witnessed DQ hound P.Casey’s Sister till Bob banned her, for life it seems.
And for what??
Bloody disgraceful!
If you think that you can pull that one again, with me, then you have another thing coming!
DQ’s unjustified rant at Loula and ME, and whoever else got in his way, will end here.
Imagine using the C – word in such casual fashion!!??
You should be ashamed of yourself for not defending them against his foul and sexist dummy spit – regardless of politics!!
Untitled, like good dinnerparties and bags of lollies these blogs need people of all sorts, so I’m happy to have Loula, Maryellen, Cole, DQ, Kendall, you,MGP, jim and others….
I’d like Reader1 to leave her ad hominems and swea r words at home..(or is that too much to ask..)
LOL, lollie bags need all sorts of licorice…hope you got the message
So that’s it, is it?
This thread forgotten about now?
All over?
Let’s move on?
Like it never happened?
Who’s a champion?
You are!
You had me a “Southern suers……..”.
Loula! Prepare the flowers!
I’m askin’ M-E for her hand!
You are both very welcome.
I have unmasked myself on another thread here, the Slipper Matter I believe.
It shall be my last.
I leave you with this from Whitman:
To You
“Let us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—
Tell me the whole story,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.”
Bye M-E.
Simply a pleasure.
Untitled, Sir, your name belies your true stature.
This bog – er, blog – is not worthy of you.
Not forgotten by all, dear Untitled.
Thank you, kind sir.
You are welcome.
Bye Loula.
To Bob Ellis, I take you at your word. Do not dishonor it.
To Doug The Recreant Quixote,
After your previous primal transgression (to me) I had vowed never to communicate with a malevolent witticaster such as yourself again…but I return to write, once again humbled…in awe, of your continued, inevitable, and spectacular public collapse into that rancid cesspit that constitutes your intellectual and moral landscape.
You have astonished me beyond all reckoning!
How is it that you can come back, after your day of vicious vileness; your day of petulant poison and puerile grandstanding, and resume as if it were all……but a dream?
How is it that shame has not rendered mute your voice?
How is it that shame has not forced you to seek refuge in a dignified absence?
How is it that shame has not, for but a moment, cauterised your heart.
How is it that shame could not drag forth from your throttled throat an apology…..an acknowledgement….an act of penitence, an etymon of contrition….even perhaps some evidence of a Conscience?
It is difficult to imagine the nature of that internal succubi that resides within you Quixote, and guides you to such explicit, public, absurdity…..whereby your mechanism of Honour appears broken or missing altogether, its absence hardly a bother.
It is, without doubt, simply….a wonder!
It is my contention that a man who glances into that cold mirror and bears witness to that sad dawning of his own moral cowardice is rendered immune to personal insight or humility: Hubris fills that inevitable void; where posts are repeated verbatim across a series of blogs, as if their wit or acumen demand continued and necessary publication, where the obvious is proclaimed as epiphany, where mannerism substitutes for originality, where pomposity trumps sensitivity, where absurdity masks the sensitive…ultimately where one can declare to strangers a “demand”, a “warning”, and offer them “last chances”!
Your Lunacy here yesterday shamed you beyond repair.
This time you dragged into your unctuous orbit those who were without guilt and proceeded to inflict upon them and others your coarse imbecility, your diseased spittle, and your juvenile self righteousness.
All here bore witness….and all shall remember.
You can publish as many Wiki cut and paste’s as you like,
You can assume your role as Ellis’ Courtier; his knave, parasite and proneur, whenever you wish,
You can compliment the posts of others with your Dull flattery till Doomsday…
What you cannot do however is remove the appalling memory of yesterday’s horror that you have, in your own inimitable way, compounded with this daring act of “forgetfulness”.
What did you think Doug LickSpittle? That if you crept in quietly…on another forum…praising the Host unnecessarily, that we would all just forget??!!
The matrix is set…and from it you shall not escape.
And I stand here with this promise to you: I am determined to demonstrate MY moral courage and strength by engaging you whenever there is the suggestion, the barest of hints, that you seek to cleave the human principals that I hold dear.
And so it goes.
C—!
So, let’s leave it there, shall we?
Bob has the art and concern to follow these matters as finely as some do racing form guides. The matters make no difference to my life. The favour always falls one way. I just see an oligarchy.
The US matters mentioned falling far short of where life should be and the criminality that led to those decisions. There is no justice for the millions fleeced and robbed of life ,security, peace and participation and always a new party or leader to clean the crime under start afresh again now this side of the takings. Another new day. It is an art.
We’ll say it’s the system, sorry we do care,
Now run along and sing Advance Australia Fair.
Do we dare? Do we care?
L. tested the waters, with a new moniker, to save being threatened, again.
L., with new, safe moniker, was Refused Entry.
Do we care?
We laugh.
Of course, L.’s mistake was to say “old man”, to the Old Man. Nearly 70, poor old thing.
It’s an Old Peoples’ Blog, really, and some are touchy.
It’s a puzzlement, as the King said.
These Personal Number Plates, for example.
No need for an elderly woman to wear a Pretty Simpering Face, or an elderly man to wear a Famous Young Man Face, on a blog. Brains are supposed to be engaging. Nothing wrong with being old, surely. Not here, anyway. Not here.
But do we young ones care?
No, we thank the ones, the not-so-old
, who spoke up. 
I don’t really know what’s going on. I see a lot of political barracking from a few who seem to know each other. I don’t particularly stand anywhere as politics is mostly a farce to me.
I’ve read a couple of Gerard’s posts and he directs personal, lies and insinuation at me ,if it’s not another under his name as I suffer, but I haven’t the will or care to cater for his need to reap to bother addressing his columns to give him more life.
That matter in reference to the ABC site not here. And where often posts appear in my name. I’ve felt the urgings to get me off the mainstream sites and perhaps should retire from trying to get matters addressed and leave a book.
I’ve always wanted a chance at life, some gesture to be included and the crime against my family attended, quietly even. It has extended to being ignored outright and by way of legal representation. It is not going to happen and at 50 yrs of age, really, of what use or meaning except for Australia excusing itself with one line?
I remember living in a car when 17, get a haircut, imagine your life and circumstances is other, respectable clothes and drive to the city centre for the Anzac dawn service and to be counted. Then to feel so alone, this crushing oppression of alienation like your shrinking and get wet eyes before it starts and then walk out dizzy, sweating and near vomiting from the crowd in anger at my profound idiocy and hypocrisy and drive back to the bush to gain some composure.
As Slavoj Zizek said to the one percent-there is no ground under you.
Age is individual to the person and to their life experience.
If what you do, what you define yourself as, has finished at 35 – say as a professional footballer or most other sports people for that matter, you may be old at 40.
If however you are a professional in the law, in politics or in academia you may be just hitting your straps at 55 – as I think I am. I expect to be continuing and improving in what I am doing for at least the next 10 to 15 years.
As for my avatar, it is the last known portrait of Edward De Vere, as a man in his early 40s; he died aged 54 in 1604, a reasonable age for the times.
I am fit, healthy and in my prime, as poor De Vere was not, “lamed” by a duelling injury(?) in the early 1590s.
So what, you may say. It matters to me. I think age is in many ways in the mind – you need to define yourself realistically and consider where you would prefer to be in five years time, again realistically.
“Be the best you can be” seems trite and simplistic, but sometimes the bleeding obvious needs to be stated.
If you haven’t noticed,I’m about 9 going past 17 heading for 80. But actually I still feel only 20-25. If it wasn’t for passing an occasional mirror I could really make a fool of myself.
I love the company of younger girls and decent guys. You have to be straight up with intentions. And to find different ways of putting to them ,the fates you know where some may be heading. So you don’t sound like a broken complaining record. A whining oldy. I’m always on the lookout for new music and hearing what the young guys are doing to their cars these days.
Many only learn by experience including the falls.Let them grow at their own pace.
Some people are amazing, I’ve met them totally beautifully colorblind. Many don’t hold to valuing someone by age or looks, long hair or wallet size. Many instantly go -Oh shit! old dude trying to bed me! For walking past and saying hello at a concert. Others ,strangers, walk up laughing climbing on my shoulders for a better view.
It’s a strange world.
I think I should leave a book like Albert Facey or Frank Clune style. If the voice to print technology gets going ok I’ll leave a dozen. And author illustrated.
The technolgy is already here for pages to play video and music and talk.