Bananaman and the evil twins G.J. Cole and Eleanor of Aquitaine have been extinguished. By electronic means I do not profess to understand they are now ex-parrots gone to meet their Maker and are no more; and Jim, alas, is on Death Row and if he again breaks bail he is banished, abolished and spifflicated forever too, like the Loaded Dog if he understands that reference. Tiny Dancer I will taunt for a week or two more and then exterminate like the vermin he is and White Knight and The Shadow, who seem to be the same person, are/is under consideration for like punishment and should begin to express remorse and grovel a bit
I have done this to people who prefer defamation to political argument, who say Labor should go while agreeing, or failing to disagree, with ninety-eight percent of their policies; who say I drink metho (why would I?) around the clock (why would I?) or I am an ‘ideologue’ (monarchist-protectionist-atheist-anti-Zionist-social-democrat-anti-abortionist-Green-Katterite-Whitlamist-Castroite, that well-known ideology), or Bob Brown is a Von Daniken cosmic loony or Bob Carr a failed premier or a bad foreign minister. These are not political arguments, they are lies.
And I do not print lies. Or liars. Any more.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Or am I wrong?