Adam Goodes is a true whinger in the traditional meaning of the Australian word. He and his ilk have never had it so good. Goodes was duped into thinking he was unique, something special and that the country owed him a living and gratitude for his ring craft. Goodes’ crime was that he brought the game of AFL into disrepute by his on-field antics. Tall poppies don’t last long in the Australian sun. Only a dumb arsed reporter like Caroline Wilson could write such crap.
Who f**kin cares. Mamamia (Fake News Incorporated) had nothing to do or say and the Editor couldn’t settle, so their star reporter, Sophie Aubrey, their all singing, all dancing quiz kid said, Please Miss, I know. Ms Editor replied, Sophie, we’re busy right now; so stick your finger back where ya had it and give’s a break. Please Miss, Sophie whined, Anne Boleyn was beheaded on 19 May 1536 and Harry and what’s her name, Meghan are getting married on 19 May 2018. Eureka, cried the Editor that’s it, more f**kin fake news.
Pooja Punjabi announced Swami Kutchakockoff would not be serving any old garden variety of curry at their new Ashram in Horsham. Only the kosher will do. It had been reported that a Jewish hamburger outlet in Horsham (The Jewish Front for Free Palestine, JFFP) had written on their fridge door No Curries Here, Argentina! Pooja said this was a total lie, we might do on a Friday night as a special, the odd halal curry but it will be only for our very special regular customers. What the ABC reported was a total beat up, not a word of it was true. Our curries are only made with genuine articles from the subcontinent.
One of the good things about Germaine Greer and I must add, there are very few, is that she lives and works in the UK and we only occasionally get to hear of her, which is a good thing all round. For if ever there was a full-on dumb arsed broad, you would need to look no further. How the world was hoodwinked by this charlatan of feminism and all things female, I cannot say, never has a greater piece of humbug ever been written than The Female Eunuch, a sophist’s delight; she rode to market on the fatted feminist pig while all the poor little Marylous are now condemned to a life of strap-ons, hairy armpits and arseholes and death in the arms of some vinegar faced lesbian. Yassmin Abdel-Magied could do us all a favour and piss off to pommy land and torment the poor bustards there.
So the Commonwealth Games was a fcuk-up, who cares. What a pack of galoots they were. Next week one of these precious little things will be having a nervous break down or coming-out after being a closet homo for twenty years. Carrot-top Beattie one of the biggest drongos to have ever crossed the star studded stage of the Qld Parliament was as usual drowned by his own verbal shit. So mummy didn’t see me in the final march past! And Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow! bow wow!
A RETROSPECT
Of all the huff and puff and the thousands of words spoken and written about the terrorist attack of 30/5/11 on the cattle industries of Australia and Indonesia, may I be permitted to make an observation.
Davis Hicks and Mr Habib, who broke no Australian law nor damaged any Australian property or person were tortured and flogged by the then Australian Government.
That terrorist outrage which was not about cattle per se but militant animal rights wrecked the lives of many Australians and Indonesians. Yet the media organisation, the ABC that exploited and manipulated the heart felt mercies of tender Australians, for base reasons has walked free and continues to wear the regalia of moral turpitude and duplicity in promoting the advancement of Peta Animals Australia.
Well folks the great Lisa Wilkinson is a floparoo, who would have thought that? The highest paid woman on Australian television, with a reported $2.3 million salary. As soon as Lisa hit the Project, its rating plummeted. What a too-do? Which can’t be true! Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me — lack-a-day-dee! Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum. When ya felling glum stick a finger in ya bum, Heighdy! heighdy! Lisa the One.
Who is Melissa Doyle anyway? She has no education to speak of, never had a real job. Has spent her whole life hanging off the end of a TV presenter’s desk, yet Mamamia, Fake News Incorporated, says “Doyle, of course, went on to land one of the most coveted roles in the industry, hosting Sunrise with David Koch from 2002 until 2013.” Who cares? The great buffoon of all time, Mike Willesee once called himself nothing more than a talking parrot who repeated on Air material put in front of him. Ms Melissa Doyle has I am afraid an exaggerated view of her own self-worth; she nothing more than a pedlar of Fake News.
Sams yer man. Good on yer Sam, your the One. Sam Newman is in the shit again. Hooray for Sam, hooray for Sam, hooray at last, hooray for Sam, he’s a horse’s arse. Don’t be mistaken me old mate, Sam is right on the money when it comes to dumbarsed female reporters. It must be nearly fifty years since the first International Women’s Day, what’s changed in all those years, nothing. Women have been nagging and whinging non-stop since day one. Advancement used to be based on merit and remuneration was paid for the effort and skill expended by the employee. Not women me old mate, what they want is a free ride. #MeToo, give’s a break, grow up. Ooh Ah up the SAM mysiles, Sam forever.
The Aba dabba do mob and the Long Grassers too, like a drink or two, but who’s counting. Dreamtime bro, “hard-earned thirst” bro, know what I mean, fair suck of the sav bottle bro, come on be fair, give me a go. But bro, have ya ever had a go at Green Can Dreaming, bro? Bloody strewth, bloody oath, you name it, VB the one; Green Can Dreaming for me.
Paul Dillon Commentator and Author 