I feel sorry for Greg Hunt. Who? You know. Greg Hunt. The Health Minister? The worst sidekick ever? The pandemic’s floppy limbed Jar Jar Binks to Scott Morrison’s Supreme Leader Snoke? (What d’you mean you don’t see the Snoke thing? Mysterious anus-faced supervillain? Quietly panic-fapping around way above his pay grade? So prefers to phone it into the office from remote, undisclosed locations? Come on, man.)
“demonstrably less effective at tracing viral spread than simply standing at the entrance to your nearest Bunnings carpark and writing down license plate numbers” Absolute Gold. You’ve made my V5 lockdown weekend mate. Thank you.
"istening to Hunt bumble his way through an excruciating ten minute interview with Sally Sara on Radio National this morning..." yeah glad someone else sat through it to provide the lowlights I would rather shove a Q-tip up my nostrils and scratch my brain than listen to that arsewomble.
You have to admire Greggy for being able to find the funny side of things and have a little chuckle to himself. He's the garden gnome that you trip over staggering to the front door after big night on the turps. In the morning on your way out there he is, on his back with a stupid grin on his little earnest face. In short, good at getting in the way and nothing else.
They are trixy though. Many chose not to install the covid-safe app simply because it was being produced and run by a mob that you wouldn't trust as far as the street corner, and who had form for abusing personal data in their care. Not many have noticed (well, I've not seen any commentary) but I'm sure that it'll become more of a thing once numbers start to get their second shots and things start opening for holders of vaccine certificates (cinemas, restaurants?). These certificates only show up, in mobile form, if you have yet another federal app installed on your phone: the Medicare app that I'm sure approximately no-one has any other reason to have.
And did you see myGov experimenting with myGovID? Yet another government app, this time one that you have to feed with 100 points of identity and let it watch your face so that it can ensure that you're the correct live human using it---a feature that currently doesn't work, hence the trial nature of the roll-out.
Rupert, worm tongue, Murdoch is bewailing the fact that he elected this bunch of Bozos.
But he has under estimated the rat cunning of the, I'm one of the boys, which tradies cap am I supposed to wear today, bible babbler. His tried and trusted game plan throghout his reign is to shift the blame to any other schmuck. They have to smile and cop it sweet or they will lose their cushy cabinet seat, the back bench is cold at this time of year. The gist of this tactic is as old as the oldest profession in the world, "it wasn't my fault." How would he have known that Greggy did not have enough brain cells to form a quorum. "Just because he voted for me in the blood on the carpet leadership spill and I gave him a portfoio was not my fault" said gods messenger. Meanwhile the burgeoning tean of acolyte, ex News Corp minions one and all, media advisers are in the bowels of parliament house sifting through the entrails of Lord Menzies to seek divine guidence.
The first reading from the ether suggested that members of the Young Liberals be the first to be jabbed, but in view of the many revelations of cronyporkyism a horde of non vaccinated peon gig workers bearing flaming torches could surround the parties touch stone, the Australia Club, to demand the head of Downer on a platter with an apple in its mouth.
A briiliant idea, at the time, was to make an appearance on the Kyle and Jackie O radio show to emphasis how blokey he really was. But the PM's media think tank mixed up the date and his appearance coincided with their latest gimmick of the "Biggest Dick" contest, it's true folks, in which he failed to score a single point or won hands down, his pants, depending on your view of the master of hubris.
A flash of biblical inspiration had the hapless Hunted booked in for a media slot on the ABC 7.30 Lenin report. He entered the lair of the beast wearing a red tie to blend in with the sandal shod bolshies.
He thought that his gig with Sally Sara would be easy as he had just come from the "Be Nice To Women" lecture. Sally emasculated him as only she can do.
As a precaution Greggy carried an autographed copy of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged to ward off the socialist miasma that infests the pit of pot heads.
His reference to the UK genocide back fired when people realised that the country was run by a medacious, tousled haired, buffon. The death toll was considered normal for an Eton boy.
When Scotty, the marketing wunderkinder, has finished toying with the vaccine tsar he will be looking for someone else to throw under the bus.
Greggy thought that he could play his trump card and reveal that Scotty from marketing had been sacked from his job as head of tourism in NZ for nefarious activity. His next gig as head of tourism in NSW ended when he was sacked by the head of the NSW Liberals, no less, for awarding multi million dollar contracts to some of his chums. Alas Scomo thwarted him with some compromising photos of a Gregarious Greggy in the Howard Room of the Commonwealth Club.
However when sufficient people have stopped dying GH has been offered a job as the cartoon figure in Where's Wally.
Oh man. Those memes are sans ambiguïté. Just marry me already JB.
Been listening to Rebecca Livingstone a bit actually. Makes me wonder about getting one of those radio alarm clocks. Straight away - I'd be aware of my community. Not my bla bla bla thoughts.
If the vaccine is that effective at this variant, why is the UK (with a hefty number of the populous vaxxed up with the Astro Boy shot), gettng so many cases per day? One would question whether it's been overhyped.
“demonstrably less effective at tracing viral spread than simply standing at the entrance to your nearest Bunnings carpark and writing down license plate numbers” Absolute Gold. You’ve made my V5 lockdown weekend mate. Thank you.
Blundermunting.
"istening to Hunt bumble his way through an excruciating ten minute interview with Sally Sara on Radio National this morning..." yeah glad someone else sat through it to provide the lowlights I would rather shove a Q-tip up my nostrils and scratch my brain than listen to that arsewomble.
You have to admire Greggy for being able to find the funny side of things and have a little chuckle to himself. He's the garden gnome that you trip over staggering to the front door after big night on the turps. In the morning on your way out there he is, on his back with a stupid grin on his little earnest face. In short, good at getting in the way and nothing else.
They are trixy though. Many chose not to install the covid-safe app simply because it was being produced and run by a mob that you wouldn't trust as far as the street corner, and who had form for abusing personal data in their care. Not many have noticed (well, I've not seen any commentary) but I'm sure that it'll become more of a thing once numbers start to get their second shots and things start opening for holders of vaccine certificates (cinemas, restaurants?). These certificates only show up, in mobile form, if you have yet another federal app installed on your phone: the Medicare app that I'm sure approximately no-one has any other reason to have.
And did you see myGov experimenting with myGovID? Yet another government app, this time one that you have to feed with 100 points of identity and let it watch your face so that it can ensure that you're the correct live human using it---a feature that currently doesn't work, hence the trial nature of the roll-out.
Blundermunting.
Rupert, worm tongue, Murdoch is bewailing the fact that he elected this bunch of Bozos.
But he has under estimated the rat cunning of the, I'm one of the boys, which tradies cap am I supposed to wear today, bible babbler. His tried and trusted game plan throghout his reign is to shift the blame to any other schmuck. They have to smile and cop it sweet or they will lose their cushy cabinet seat, the back bench is cold at this time of year. The gist of this tactic is as old as the oldest profession in the world, "it wasn't my fault." How would he have known that Greggy did not have enough brain cells to form a quorum. "Just because he voted for me in the blood on the carpet leadership spill and I gave him a portfoio was not my fault" said gods messenger. Meanwhile the burgeoning tean of acolyte, ex News Corp minions one and all, media advisers are in the bowels of parliament house sifting through the entrails of Lord Menzies to seek divine guidence.
The first reading from the ether suggested that members of the Young Liberals be the first to be jabbed, but in view of the many revelations of cronyporkyism a horde of non vaccinated peon gig workers bearing flaming torches could surround the parties touch stone, the Australia Club, to demand the head of Downer on a platter with an apple in its mouth.
A briiliant idea, at the time, was to make an appearance on the Kyle and Jackie O radio show to emphasis how blokey he really was. But the PM's media think tank mixed up the date and his appearance coincided with their latest gimmick of the "Biggest Dick" contest, it's true folks, in which he failed to score a single point or won hands down, his pants, depending on your view of the master of hubris.
A flash of biblical inspiration had the hapless Hunted booked in for a media slot on the ABC 7.30 Lenin report. He entered the lair of the beast wearing a red tie to blend in with the sandal shod bolshies.
He thought that his gig with Sally Sara would be easy as he had just come from the "Be Nice To Women" lecture. Sally emasculated him as only she can do.
As a precaution Greggy carried an autographed copy of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged to ward off the socialist miasma that infests the pit of pot heads.
His reference to the UK genocide back fired when people realised that the country was run by a medacious, tousled haired, buffon. The death toll was considered normal for an Eton boy.
When Scotty, the marketing wunderkinder, has finished toying with the vaccine tsar he will be looking for someone else to throw under the bus.
Greggy thought that he could play his trump card and reveal that Scotty from marketing had been sacked from his job as head of tourism in NZ for nefarious activity. His next gig as head of tourism in NSW ended when he was sacked by the head of the NSW Liberals, no less, for awarding multi million dollar contracts to some of his chums. Alas Scomo thwarted him with some compromising photos of a Gregarious Greggy in the Howard Room of the Commonwealth Club.
However when sufficient people have stopped dying GH has been offered a job as the cartoon figure in Where's Wally.
Oh man. Those memes are sans ambiguïté. Just marry me already JB.
Been listening to Rebecca Livingstone a bit actually. Makes me wonder about getting one of those radio alarm clocks. Straight away - I'd be aware of my community. Not my bla bla bla thoughts.
Favourite line - word salad of arse-covering fuckwank
Excellent summary as usual
If the vaccine is that effective at this variant, why is the UK (with a hefty number of the populous vaxxed up with the Astro Boy shot), gettng so many cases per day? One would question whether it's been overhyped.