Well folks, there ya go! I always thought Sam Dastyari was too good to be true; not a true blue Aussie. Now it turns out he’s a recovered drug addict. Well if ya a gold standard celebrity, as Sam the Dunny Man is, then ya need a few miracles in ya life: like walkin on water, turnin water into wine, surviving Jimmy Dancer, havin a blue cattle dog or at least, a black dog chasin ya. Hoorah for Sam, Hoorah for Sam, he’s a horse’s arse! Good on ya Sam, your the one, foreman material!
Michelle Payne, there ya go; Miss Goodie Two-shoes has feet of clay. She’s no better than any other dumbarsed jockey. Where are all the feminists now?
Mrs Raji Sukumaran makes the inevitable cry from the heart but she has still not comprehended the enormity of her son’s crime. That I suppose is the prerogative of a mother, never to accept responsibility for her son’s criminality. Myuran Sukumaran never showed true remorse by cooperating fully with the police. He never made full and frank admissions and refused to provide the police with a clear and precise description of the drug importation racket he ran and organised. Mrs Sukumaran would rather cry over a bunch of deadbeats in an Indonesian penitentiary than save the young Australian lives that would have been lost to eight kilos of heroin on the streets of Sydney.
Paul Dillon Commentator and Author 