I received one of those e-mails in my spam box which caught my attention. We are in for a months that has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 832 years. Aren’t we lucky? It is August 2014.
The turmoil over the budget is not abating. I wonder if Abbott will go to confession to seek forgiveness for having soiled the most vulnerable; the pensioners, lost tortured souls, and climate change. (If not his pants as well.) How odd that in the budget he decreases funding for the CSIRO, whilst amidst the main crisis that we are faced with; our climate and environment. Not a word about that.
We went for a long walk yesterday. All along a small brook that bubbles parallel behind our unit complex to the main street of Bowral. Milo goes nuts because of his genetic imprint to flush out ducks that hide between the rushes. He knows they are there and pulls my arm off in trying to get to the edge and bark them out. As soon as they take flight he is happy. He doesn’t really concern himself with killing ducks that sit next to the river basking in the sun. Milo is not a killer and even smiles to them.
Where are the genetic imprints in people to flush out lying politicians? What happened to barking them out of office so that they too will take flight over Parliament house towards a pond of reflection over their sins.
There is a good article by Jonethan Green. He used to be the Editor of the ABC drum before the yank Chip Rolley took over.
Have a read!
I took the above photo. (clap, clap.) How do I get rid of that bloody date?