Randomness to the extreme

* Tony Abbott is a pillock.

An ungracious, ungodly, smugly arrogant pillock.

From his article in yesterday's SMH:

"... With eight Catholics now in the Howard cabinet, he (Santamaria) was certainly wrong about that (that Catholics could advance in the Liberal Party). As well, before Peter Debnam, the five previous leaders of the NSW Liberal Party were Catholic. The Howard Government has overturned euthanasia laws, banned gay marriage, stopped the ACT heroin trial, encouraged independent schools, contracted Job Network services to church organisations, established pregnancy support counselling and improved the absolute and relative financial standing of families with children..."

Right - so he's proud of the fact that, based on their religious convictions, they have ridden roughshod over the decisions of a democratically elected Territorial Government. I'm anti euthanasia, based on my religious convictions. I'm anti-abortion too, but it's legal, so y'know, I deal. He doesn't. And that scares me.

And don't get me started on how shifting the responsibility for looking after the vulnerable in our society to churches is a good thing apparently. Fucknut.

And then there's this:

"At the swearing in of members of the present Parliament, no fewer than 30 of 60 Labor MHRs took an affirmation rather than an oath on the Bible (compared to one from the Coalition). Kevin Rudd has tried to buck the trend by describing himself as a "Christian socialist" but, so far, it's been a politically correct Christianity."

How dare he dismiss Rudd's personal faith, just because it doesn't gel with his hardline Catholicism! Rudd is a committed secularist, because that's the system of government that we have in this country! But his personal faith is a different thing altogether - and yet Abbott has the temerity to write it off as 'politically correct Christianity' - it's not - it's a solid example of evangelical Anglicanism. The arrogance of the man astounds me!

So, so cranky. And sad.


* I had a chest X-ray yesterday. But I don't have pleurasy. Or Pneumonia. Or TB.

My sister told me last night that it's all in my head. I'm starting to worry that she's right. Or it may just be payback from being held down as a child, while I forced her good hand onto the floor and proceeded to wave my other hand at her, yelling "I have two hands!", before tickling (or indeed, slapping her) into submission.

Yeah. That's it I reckon. Trying the old psychological warfare trick on me. Ha! It ain't going to work. I'm so dobbing on her.


* I've decided I have a new bloggy best friend (yeah sorry LaRue, but you know how it is, moving onwards and upwards...). I'm not Craig is everything I want in a BBF (Blog Best Friend) - he's Welsh (ish - I don't know the story) and he loves Chapel Hill Unwooded Chardonnay. Of course he doesn't know any of this, and I do feel like a little Kinder kid who's come home from school after her first day, and confidently told her mother that her best friend is the Year 6 kid who smiled in her general direction at little lunch.


* I can't stand West Side Story. I mean I like 'I feel witty etc', but the whole thing - does nothing for me. It may be the fact that I'm not a fan of Romeo and Juliet, but I'm pretty sure that it's my distrust of crouching, clicking 'hoodlums' dancing in formation. In black volleys and brylcreamed hair. Don't like Grease either.

But I adore Singin in the Rain. In fact, I may go indulge right now...

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