Why Jeff Kennet needs a fucking good smack in the face... (sub-title: Someone just king hit that prick!)

King Prick of Cockface Mountain

For those who came in late... Jeff Kennett was a school bully with shitty marks who was picked for Officer Training (go figure...), got some delusions of grandeur about his leadership skills and went into politics. He became leader of the Victorian Liberal Party, and was eventually elected Premier. While in power his government cashed in by smashing apart the state's remaining public assets, creating unemployment (cos the Fed's deal with the dole bludgers anyways), decimating the power of the Auditor General and many of the Ombudsman's and promoting gambling

He Just Gets Taken Out of Context...

 Or does he...? Perhaps he's a genius?

See, I get it.
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One Crappy Thing About My Town...

Right. So I love Love LOVE my city. So infinitely awesome is she, a definitive list would be a tautology for a start, and kinda dumb. But off the top of my head here are a few fings what I do love: the changeable weather; the relatively high percentage of curious and resourceful people; the CBD itself - architecture, design, vicinity, smell (stinky, gross river included), the casually busy mood; the landscape that can run between sea and mountain, rainforest, wetland and desert; plus, we have some of the world's rarest wildlife in our metropolitan region!

(and this clip is of one of the most incredible birds ever... and it lives in melbs... just a bonus to enjoy cos it's awesome... nothing to do with my rant...)

Yee-hah... Follower Trois!

So welcome, Number Three. Yay for you! 


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So I this clip is now yours. You totally own it. 


Good... good... mediocre.

Enjoy...
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Why Some Tatts Should Be Illegal...

And I am NOT fucking joking... There are Fail Tatts that are funny... mispellings (tehe...) and fuck-ups that the dumb turd who got the tatt should have thought about. And in those cases you can point and laugh your arse off. As you should...

I am talking about the innocent victims of skin art... The children whose horrendous portraits grate their parents arms, chests and backs.

Put yourself in the shoes of these children... Don't stay too long. It is a fucking scary place to be...

I don't think it is in anyway responsible for a parent or tattooist to agree to these feats of scarring. Yes a tattoo is for life, but daddy can get that hideous shit lasered off of his arm... the child has it tattooed into it's psyche for life.

Cop this:

Hmmm...

Arroh...

So I am feeling compelled to post something, but am at a bit of a loss as to what to write about. I have about five different things half-written, and am feeling particularly uninspired by all of them. Anything funny I want to write is just turning out silly, and anything serious is kinda tinged with pissiness. And my voice is beginning to bore me a bit; wondering if it is the same when you read me...

I am thinking that a nice segway from 'Love' is 'Mental Illness'... lol. But that's not something I can be particularly fucked explaining much of right now.

So, I will bond the two briefly (Love and Mental Illness, that is) with a quick story.

Who'd Wanna Be Such An Arsehole...?

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'It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.'


Charles Bukowski

Yup... Just sayin...