Rudd for PM?

No, no, no, no, NO! Look at this man:

Kevin Rudd, MP

Kevin Rudd is not the man to lead the ALP to victory at the next election. Why?

  1. He’s a Queenslander. This isn’t just an anti-banana-bender bias: look at the stats. We have had 3 PMs from Queensland: Andrew Fisher (13/11/1908-2/6/1909, 29/4/1910-24/6/1913, 17/9/1914-27/12/1915) – 5 years; Arthur Fadden (28/8/1941-7/10/1941) – 40 days; and Frank Forde (6/7/1945-13/7/1945) – 7 days. If we follow the trend here, the next Queenslander who makes Prime Minister will last around 18 hours in office.
  2. He’s an arts graduate. The last arts graduate who became PM was John Gorton, who got in on the 10th of January, 1968 through “dead man’s boots”, when Harolt Holt was abducted by aliens at Cheviot beach.
  3. He’s a Beazley supporter.
  4. He’s a git.

There is only one member of the Labor party who is fit to repair the damages done by ten years of Howard.

Julia Gillard

Now is the time. Beazley out, Gillard in.

Thoughtcrime

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

Coltrane

Picked up a brder collie x mongrel from the RSPCA.

Haberfield

I now reside in Haberfield. Photos to follow.

TELS

Greenhouse Trading

It is interesting to note that, in amongst all of the political rhetoric, media speculation, and constant bickering over the introduction of a carbon trading scheme in Australia, that not once has the media let on that such a scheme already exists – at least for NSW and the ACT.

Do our journos really hate Bob Carr that much that they won’t even give him a hat tip for introducing one of the first mandatory greenhouse gas emissions trading schemes in the world? Maybe there’s isn’t enough room left after 2-page Tripodi-bashing spreads and the like.

ReviewMe

Cash for comment has hit the blogsphere with ReviewMe.com offering a service which pays bloggers (aka me) to review sites (in this case, their own). It’s London to a brick that John Laws has his finger in the pie somewhere along the line…

So, my dear simians, where does this leave the editors of your beloved marsupialmusic.net? Well, I had a check with good old Rupert, and he reckons that as long as we keep raking in the dollars for him, he doesn’t give a shit what we say. Now your only concern is the people who are paying for the reviews. Again – good news! Even though I am being paid $20 to write this review, I can say whatever the hell I want about ReviewMe, because they have already paid me. Fools.

The only stipulations are:

  1. You have to write at least 200 words (a tough ask for some), and
  2. You have to have enough traffic going through your website for ReviewMe to accept you as a reviewer. Which I have.

After thinking long and hard about this, I decided that as long as say exactly what I think about every site who pays me to review them (if any), adopting a cash-for-comment section on my site fits within my strict ethical framework. Of course, the internet is full of dickheads who will say anything for a buck, so I think that, overall, ReviewMe can only be a bad thing, narrowing the gap between good honest independent journalism and the stuff that spews out of the offices of our friends and benefactors at News Ltd.

But what the hell. Twenty bucks is still twenty bucks – especially when it’s American. All praise the almighty power of the dollar!

Dear Middle Australia

Dear Middle Australia,

This week you were slugged with a fourth consecutive rate rise. You’ve probably got a mortgage, a car on finance, a couple of credit cards and a plasma TV to pay off. I hope every single extra dollar on your repayments hurts as much as going for swim in a piranha-infested vat of sulphuric acid.

You sold our education system, our freedom of speech, our national identity, our job security, and even our national telecommunications company to one small man, in exchange for one simple promise. You gave one man the power to do anything he wants to our country, all so that you could live the middle-class life, with your double-brick McMansions, your DVD players and your four-wheel-drives. You trusted him to keep interest rates low, to keep you on the gravy train, without giving a shit about the community, the environment, or the world at large.

You sat at home at night, glued to Dancing with the Stars, Big Brother and Today Tonight, comfortable that you elected the right man for the job. If anyone mentioned social justice, you politely advised them to f%$* off to Hurstville to hang out with all the “Ching Chongs”. If anyone mentioned global warming, you pointed out that your Landstalker has air conditioning, so it doesn’t matter. Petrol prices annoyed you a bit, but it was okay because we were invading the arabs, and besides, America was there to show us the way.

This interest rate rise is for you. It’s for being the soul-less, snivelling penny-pinchers that you are, and believing a pathetic fear campaign run by a proven liar. I hope that you all live close to sea level, so that you’ll be the first to go when the ice-caps melt. I believe that the words I am looking for are “eat shit and die”.

Come 2007, when the Libs come out with their latest fear campaign or diversionary tactic, as you go to vote, just remember one thing: “Who do you trust to keep interest rates low?”

Regards,

Stu

Link Time

I’m sure a few of you will be quite amused by this character.

Browser Baron Update

Okay Murdoch-lovers, I have fixed the browser baron so you can use it on your beloved MySpace. Happy?

Pull your head out of your arse and we might listen

The old question, “Is it possible that someone can write, without knowing how to read?” has finally been answered.

Miranda Devine has long been a source of some massively high-quality, well-researched and completely unbiased articles, but she’s really taken the cake with this one. Her rabid drivellings make it very clear that not only has she not seen An Inconvenient Truth, but she also hasn’t seen the episode of South Park which was paying out our good friend Al Gore. This, however, doesn’t stop her from using the popular cartoon as the entire basis for her argument that global warming is still a hoax. Anyone who has made the massive step from denying the possibility of global warming to admitting that maybe we’re in some kind of natural climate cycle, but we don’t really need to worry about it because cycles come and go, will see just how clear and reasonable Miranda’s arguments are, and they will now be able to sleep easier at night knowing that they won’t be forced to sell their four-wheel-drives any time in the near future.

The divine Miranda then goes on to trash the Stern report. Even if she did try and read this 700-page opus, I strongly doubt that she would get past the first paragraph, containing such difficult words as “evidence”, “analysis” and “science”. There is some good news for Miranda and her followers: Sir Nicholas Stern had the good sense to include an executive summary of the executive summary for those of us whose idea of a good read include all the great authors from Dan Browne to Dan Browne. At a whopping 4 pages, even the erstwhile SMH columnist should be able to absorb some of the information. If even this is too hard, I have prepared my own executive summary of the executive summary of the executive summary.

Earth get hot bad.

Humans keep make gases, humans start lose big money, farms no grow food, big cities go bye bye under much water.

Humans stop make gases, make Chief Stern happy man.

I know it’s slightly above your reading level Miranda, but maybe one of the senior editors at the SMH can pull his tongue out of Middle Australia’s arse for long enough to read it out to you.

Miranda’s article didn’t stop there though. Done with global warming, she then went off to solve all of our water problems. I’m not even going to comment on her suggestion: “build dams”, but instead I shall focus on the real solution to the water crisis, alluded to in amongst the saliva that preceded her mind-busting answer. I refer to the following passage:

In fact, it is the failure of government to provide adequate water infrastructure for an expanding population that has led to Sydney’s water shortage, even as torrents of rain regularly cascade into the ocean.

Scandalous! What was the government thinking when they allowed all this water to go to waste, falling in the ocean, which is (last time I checked) already full of water?

Now, Miranda, you have set me thinking. How can we harvest this valuable water? Since my weather control machine is not yet fully operational, we can’t simply blow the rain over to Warragamba. However, I believe that I have come up with the next best solution, and you Miranda will be the star of the show! Since you are so passionate about water conservation, I assume that you’ll be more than willing to help.

  1. Build a small, motorised aquatic soap-box
  2. Strap our hero of the moment, Ms Devine, onto the soap-box
  3. When rain is spotted over the pacific, send the soap-box out to a position east of the clouds.
  4. Give Miranda a topic on which she knows absolutely nothing (which won’t be hard, seeing as though she’ll be spending the rest of her life in the soap-box), and allow her to start typing. The soap-box will be equipped with a massive voice-box which will broadcast Miranda’s point of view at maximum volume.
  5. The hot air generated by Miranda will rise, changing the wind patterns and causing the clouds to move west, towards the mainland.
  6. Chase the clouds with the soap-box, driving them all the way to the blue mountains and into the catchment area.

Of course, we might need to build a few canals to give Miranda the maximum coverage, so she can get those clouds right over our dams. But other than that, the plan is flawless!

All hail the great Miranda Devine, save of Sydney’s water supplies. Soccer mums will be allowed to hose down their gas-guzzlers without fear of repercussions from those pesky water rangers. Miranda will be the hero of Mosman!