Dear Old John is getting on a bit. But I don't believe in letting geriatrics off the hook, especially when they're manifestly past it but will insist on clinging to power.
Obviously with the election campaign in full swing, and the party a very long way behind in the polls he's a man with a lot on his plate; so just possibly he can be forgiven being unable to remember the name of the liberal party challenger in the electorate held by the leader of the main opposition party.
But what's absolutely shocking to me though not surprising (this is an stab at paradox, not intended to be taken as contradiction), is that he's taken it upon himself in the heat of battle to disinter the mouldering corpse of Mary Whitehouse and release her malign spirit across the landscape of the campaign.
Howard's words, if the quote is accurate, were ""Why don't they stick to decent, dirt-free humour that we can all enjoy?" Which should be a fine example of dirt-free (I think he actually means obscenity rather than dirt) humour if it didn't make me want to curl up and cry.
What we should do is bring back Blue Hills, and Skippy and saturate the airwaves with tosh like that. It might be boring, but no one will be offended.
Just add slake lime, then cook for a long as possible
Thursday, 18 October 2007
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