Category: satire


The interpretOr today reveals that the British firm suing French magazine ‘Closer’ over the publication of topless pictures is none other than London-based Woyals…it’s emerging that far from universally adored in their chosen country of residence, the firm actually has an extensive history of courting publicity.

For more on this story, we go across now to our European correspondent, Len Spart…

Morning all…there are several issues in the mix here…scale, privacy, money…Woyals spokesperson, Sir David Flounce (OAP), has released a statement on the thorny issue of their ‘wedding-summer-special’ of 2011 – it concedes that this event was indeed  deliberately televised and may actually have achieved global audience figures circa high millions…even nudging a billion…

Len, we need to check in with you on these earlier wedding pics and their err, remuneration aspects…how big was the 2011 summer special yield..and how much..MONEY..CHANGED HANDS?

Well crucial questions, Nick…we’re actually across footage of summer 2011, and it’s pretty full on…the nuptuals of Woyals rising star Bill Windsor and his beaming bride, Katie Milton-Keynes, closed large areas of West London and the firm’s event was financed almost entirely – not by the private sector, as you may have imagined – but from the British public purse…Flounce (OAP) has also conceded that the Woyal’s held the luctrative and exclusive media rights on this event…I guess, one could add…somewhat like the recent London Olympics…so conservative estimates on the Woyals return on the PUBLIC investment are enough to turn a Goldmen Suck’s director, green…with…envy…

For perspective on the ‘Closer’ topless pic scenario, we go across now to Conservatives for Conservatives spokes person, and former Woyals Asia-Pacific sales manager, Tony Abbo……………….

Mitt’s cOnvention?

…Costco shirts, praise them. Anne…Anne shops at Costco too. We both do. Yes, indeedy. Fellow Amurekunz, fellow Amurekunz…heck, I wear the pancakes in my house. Turning now, turning now to the economy, it is over-regulation and big, big, BIG government that caused our brothers and sisters on Wall Street so, sooo much pain. When we look at the deteriorating economical situation in Spainland and other cities across Yeurp, the prophesy of a great Republican leader and thinker sounds all too…all too presciented:

“One of the very difficult parts of the decision I made on the financial crisis was to use hardworking people’s money to help prevent there to be a crisis.”

These… are the words… of none otherrr than former Presidential collosus…George W. Bush, Washington, D.C….Jan. 12… 2009…We can draw strength and reassurances from my faith and yours fellow Amurekunz…George W. Bush…George W. Bush is the gold standard of faith ‘n good works. In 2008, as our President, he declared…

“I’ve been in the Bible every day since I’ve been the president.” 

Fellow Amurekunz, if it’s good enough for Anne, it’s good enough for you…I’m gonna hit you with my rhythm stick…here we go…we can hear you oh Lord…delegates, delegates, the Lord is channeling through me, channeling with this to say…

“We’ve got a lot of relations with countries in our neighborhood and the German asparagus are fabulous…”One of the things important about history is to remember the true history.” “There’s no question this is a major human disaster that requires a strong response from the Chinese government, which is what they’re providing, but it also responds a compassionate response from nations to whom — that have got the blessings, good blessings of life, and that’s us.” “Let’s make sure that there is certainty during uncertain times in our economy.” 

”We got plenty of money in Washington. What we need is more priority.”

Oh, oh, oh…there’s more…

“And so the fact that they purchased the machine meant somebody had to make the machine. And when somebody makes a machine, it means there’s jobs at the machine-making place.” 

Aymennn, Aymennn a doodlee oodlee!!!

Look, I see a maaan when I look in the mirror. I look at photos of me at my age – 67.4 – my eyes…they are browny. I like my teeth. I uhmm hate my freckles and wish my eyebrows were thinner – I have the bushiest eyebrows ever. I have them threaded every two weeks – it’s uhmph, sooo boring!!

Quite frankly there really is nothing worse than waking up with an eyelash hanging off and mascara on the pillow so, at the end of the day, I always remove my make-up, no matter how many drinks I’ve had. In the week, I am strict about what I eat, but at weekends I enjoy the odd treat – cheese triangles, frankfurters, Chinese takeaway, ice-cream. I’m good 86.5% of the time.

I have Baby Botox every nine months, in the final analysis errr much to my spouse’s horror – she thinks I am too young – I inherited frown lines, and heck, at the end of the day, I wanted to get rid of them! I get my nails done every two weeks, and every three months I have hair extensions made of real hair (apparently it’s Russian). Quite frankly, quite frankly you can never have hair that’s too big! Getting my hair blow-dried twice a week is my biggest indulgence and the one thing that I can’t live without.Look, uhhhh my beauty regime is time-consuming, and my accountant is horrified when I tell him how much all these things cost!

coming next week on ‘what I see in the mirror’  pt2: Teresa Gambaro  

“Herr Abbott…your pantz, they’re really hot” said Scott…

Why thank you Scott, I rather like them myself…

Noo, nooo Herr Abbott, your pantz…they’re on fire!!

What’s that old uhh…that schoolyard taunt? Look…quite frankly Scott, I yah, I yah’ve got the latest from Mitt’s team and I’ve had a heck of a lotta opportunities to uhmm, ahh test them out this week. They’re so…look, they’re ahh, they’re soo good that I’ve ordered a few extra pairs for Julie, Alan, Bolty and erhh, for you Scott. You too shall wear those pantz. You’ll wear them with ahh, wear them with pride…

Moronism is the religion practiced by Morons, and is the predominant religious tradition of the Later Saint Day Knee movement. This movement was founded by Ed CreePbuhmlicker, Jr.beginning in the 1920s as a form of spiritual primitivism leg-slapping dance movement. During the 1930s and 1940s, Moronism gradually distinguished itself from traditional Protestantism. Moronism today represents the new, non-Protestant faith taught by CreePbuhmlicker, Jr in the 1940s. After CreePbuhmlicker, Jr’s death, most Morons followed the force to the Rocky Mountains as The Church of Later Saint Days (LSD Church).

Other branches of Moronism include Moron fundamentalism, which seeks to maintain practices and doctrines, such as public spanking with bacon, that were discontinued by the LSD Church, and various other small independent denominations.[1]

The term Moron is derived from the Book of Moron, one of the faith’s religious texts. Based on the name of that book, early followers of founder Ed CreePbuhmlicker, Jr. were called Morons, and their faith was called Moronism. The term was initially considered pejorative,[2] but is no longer considered so by Morons (although other terms such as Later Saint Days, or LSDs, are generally preferred).[3]

“I want a libwary. I…I…I want a libwary! I want A LIBWARY!!!” bellowed Gina.

Gina, dear, dear Gina. I hear you loud…and…clear, me dear. You shell have your libwawy. You shell have it post-haste, ehumphhh, vewy soon, my dear…

Ohhh, Lord Chwissie – I just knew that you’d understand such a, such a burning desire…

We shall furnish those mahogany shelves, uhmp, whoopsie dooo..ectually, I meant to say magnolia…we shall furnish those magnolia shelves, with the help of…

I know, I know, I know….with the help of elves. That’s it…elves…

Mmmmm, dear Gina…the shelves shall be furnished with litwature, with clessics…

Soooper doops, Lord C…uhmmm…Clarkson, Cookson, Cyrus…err, not forgeting El Wonnie Hubbard…

Smeashing, smeashing…The Fundamentals of Thought is one of Jamie-wamie’s ebsolute faves tooo, my steel magnolia…my, ehumphhh…

I want what Romney’s got too, Lord Chwissie…I want your assistance with procurement of the other first-edition-signed copy-book of…The Book of Mormon…you know the one, you know…aka Pearl of Great Price?

Dear Gina. Dear, dear Gina. Your wish is my command…

Just get on with it Monckton. I want my libwawy, and I want it NOW!!!

Hot on the heals of Deputy Prime Minister, Wayne Swan’s revelations about the inspiration to him that is Bruce Springsteen, Tony Abbott, Federal Opposition leader and former Director of Australians for Consitutional Monarchy, has come out swinging, expressing his eternal adoration of 50’s US singing sensation, Pat Boone:

“Pat’s moral compass was evident, his course set. He navigated fame and stardom with sincerity and panache. I uhmm mean, quite frankly, he is sheer, uhmm, talent as a singer and actor, combined with his old-fashioned values, contributing to his popularity…”

Touching on Boone’s role as a cheerleader for fascist US politicians, Mr Abbott added:

“At the end of the day, Patty campaigned for Ronald Reagan to become Governor of California in 1966 and 1970, and actively supported Ronnie’s bid for the Republican presidential nomination in ’76. He was quite frankly absolutely right in arguing that Democrats and others who were against the president during the Iraq War could be questioned for their patriotism.[24] On Fox News he often had the courage and fortitude to express his outrage toward opponents of George W. Bush  He said that their criticisms of the president showed they did not “respect their elders”

Boone’s spokesperson, Ben Harridan, was unavailable for comment.

iSlave

Hey Milt, sir, howdeedoodlee?

4th quater earnings wayyyy off. We needta work harder and smarter, Larry. Harder and smarter.

Milt, sir, iya, I have a kinda neat proposal to realise your direction….implement immediate cessation of discretionary leezure time at plant C.

Keep talkin, keep talkin Larry. I’m kinda…

And, and in addition to the cessation of discretionary leezure, we can enhance the plant C iSlave diet with MOERP…

MOERP?

motiv-ation-al optimum efficiency  realisation powder…

Motivational opti…powder….for the iSlave function enhancement?

Sir, Milt, sir…heck, that’s affirmative.

Pop me the topline on current iSlave time and motion…

Yesssir, Milt sir…presto pronto…

Climate change very slow but real. So far all cures worse than disease. Shale gas huge breakthrough for US. Half carbon of coal and oil.

(via the aptly named Twitter)

Mott Rimney?

Mett Rimnoy?

Ok, let’s just call the fucker “Mitt Romney”.

“In a stalled economy, in a period of public discontent, in a dead heat less than five months out, Romney is primed for a victory in November. But it won’t come by default.” (the Caucasian, 13/6/12)

Ben Harridan filed his copy. Heck, he was breathless. He had such a warm, almost euphoric sensation as he dispatched. This business of his felt good again…darn good. “Rootin’ for Mitt! Mitt Romney USA…and all the way!” he exclaimed.

As is his usual custom upon concluding a significant piece, he ripped the lid off his tupperware container with his right hand and high fived his freshly ironed pair of socks. “rock ‘n roll”, Janette…Janette, get me…get me Turk Thrust. Ya know…Turk in the Romney camp…

“Turk, Turk it’s Ben here. Ben Harridan calling from Oz…”

Ben. Ben! Buddy. Ben, howarya?

“Tip top, Turk. Tip top.”

Greyate, Benn. Now, what can we dooo fir ya?

“Splashed with “Romney primed for victory”

Good boy, Ben. Heck, ma freyend, we won’t forget ya…

“Do you think MR will see my piece, Turk? Will he, will he…will he?…”

Will he? well, ….

(TBC)

“….towards a more obedient Australia!

We need an Australia where people DO WHAT THEY ARE TOLD TO DO… not the  sort of wishy washy  do what you feel place of unecessary joy and looseness.

Let us drill down, as an illustration, on our brethren. Dutton… Yes, it was a young Peter Dutton who grasped ‘opportunity to win’ with both hands. Both hands, firmly….Quite frankly, Peter’s steely determination and moral courage saw him become a proud Australian home owner by the time he turned 12. Taking the lead from the example of certain morally courageous US counterparts, young Peter took a job. He “got on his bike,” quite frankly literally and…errrr, metaphorically…He got on that bike of his…fellow Liberals…he got on that bike of his and went door to door. Door to door, delegates, look, door to door ironing bibles. Ironing bibles for $11.50 an hour!

We will achieve this lofty goal by moving forwards with opportunity to win…moving forwards with opportunity to win on a united front!!!….

Fellow Liberals, let us look now at Scott. The indefatigable…le…Scott Morrison. Heck, so who said mobile hair dressing is for wimps?..t’was a young Scott who took to the scissors, delegates, he….”

 

fearfax or rinedigi, Lord Chwissie…what do yooo think? asked Gina.

Gina, dear, dear Gina…how the devil are you? Smeashing to hear from you, all the way down there in Auwsstraylia. Super doops!

Well, Lord Chwissie….fearfax or rinedigi?

I, I, I, I wather like fearfax. Look, they’re both inspired, on message. Ehhumphh…the former wolls off one’s tongue and has a wather clever bwand pwoposition…ya know, my gal, keep the trogledites in line, what? What? Hahahh…

Lord Chwissie wissie…yooo are just my soooper doops pair of eyes and ears in Blighty…you’re kinda like an extention of my bwain!

Heavens, heavens…tell me my dear, dear Gina. Tell me…is it weally twue about Harridan and flegship editorship opps?

Ben’s packing his bags as we speak. He’s a fowern editor of such, such, such…

Mowal couwage? 

Yes, thet’s the expression I was searching for…that and of wepute! My hirsute, sandled Ben!!!

And Norb Fones and Flinty are getting a pwoper look in too…look in too with your new toys? Ahumphh, dear Gina?

Oh yesss, yesss….it’s all mine. All of it…It’s just blooody well ALL MINE!!!

norb fones @ 0.000001 %

Go on then Fones, put it to the test then, if you’re so damn sure! Go on, you potato of a man. Wretched, viscious…potato…bastard.

Ohhh, what vile scum duth I hear before me? Just crawl back to your microbiotical vegetable garden and yer…and yer friggin’ mung beans, you, you…

So to what, exactly, do you attribute global warming, ehh? You overpaid, foul-mouthed bigot, you…

Foul mouthed, foul mouthed?? I’ll let you jolly well know, that by MY calculations, human beings produce a mere, trifling 0.000001% of carbon dioxide – ya know – ceee ohhh tooo – in the earth’s atmosphere. 0.000001 percentile points…

Yeahh, right. And I’m a banana.

That you may be. Climate change…climate change is caused by the seasons. The SEASONS, man. Autumn, summer…err, errr…

Have you totally lost it, Fones?

Winter. Winter and autumn. Look, don’t you know WHO I AM. I’m Fones, NORB FONES!!!!

( for more Norb Fones: Norb Fones: mOnster of talkback… “well, hello Tony” )

’72? I must have been around 4, 4 or 5. Still toddlerish, for sure. I was taken one day to this seemingly strange place – it felt a bit like a clinic of some sort…big and weird, anyway. I guess at that tender age, I didn’t yet have any meaningful reference points…playgroup, nope. It just seemed unfamiliar, bit kinda cold…

I think one of the men, maybe more, had a beard. A beard and some sort of overall, bit like a house painter or a technician. Look, what I really remember very clearly – lucidly even – was the marshmallow bit. I’ll come back to that in a sec….

“So, Keith…we seem to be getting closer. We’re back at Stanford, by the sounds of it….”

Back at…at Stanford, yes. Hhhhhh…look, I can’t escape it. Ever. I mean 40 friggin’ years haunted by a friggin’ marshmallow. Come on…!

Keith, I can hear your rage…maybe more exposure therapy, you know, systematic desensitization…??

I know, I know. Look, Stella, I really know that everything you’re doing is for the best. For me…It’s just…it’s just that it’s been all over the news again. The big FOUR O…

Keith, I’m aware of that. The Gladwell book, Z’s recent appearances…

I mean…part of me feels that I was almost kinda “arrested” at Stanford. Almost like part of my development was cryogenically frozen. Heck…why? I just wanta…to know WHY?

Look, the original Mischel study, of which you were a part…

…reluctantly, in retrospect. Errr, a toddler. Please remember Stella, a TODDLER. Fourish, no consent. Well, only that handed over by “them”…

Them? Oh yes, them. And how are “them”?

Stop trying to derail me here. I’m not here to discuss “them”…

My intention was not to derail or diminish your experience, Keith. Please…maybe we can explore the marshmallow?

Ok, ok, ok. I’d like to do that. The marshmallow. I mean, what would any other sane, hungry toddler do? You tell me, huhhh? Nearly an hour prior, sitting in the back of their car. Bored. Probably thirsty too. Then a strange place with creepy people – that marshmallow was my only sensory escape. It was comforting. Comforting and delicious…

Keith, how did you feel as you ate it? Ate the marshmallow…

Relieved. It was my salvation. I loved it.

You loved it…

Yes…

But it didn’t last?

Of course it didn’t last. I ate it and the bearded fxxxxxs wouldn’t gimme another one. Not…even…one…more. I mean, one more! How hard is that? I’m four and in a university of repute, in the psych department and all I wanted was one more friggin’ marshmallow. Ahheuuuu….phneurr…

oh, Keith…

(jamesh 2012)

Ben Harridan is in the conference room of the Caucasian, juggling the demands of an imminent subs promo deadline with his hectic Foreign Editor’s schedule. He pitches to NY via the video conferencing thingummy…

Is your sock drawer a bit, well, bonkers? Yes, they’re practical, and yes, they go with just about anything, but why not add just a hint of grey to your sock essentials with these Trevor Cheesley New Oxford Plain Socks with Contrast Bipping?Each pair of Trevor Cheesley socks in this triple pack comes with a 1 year subscription to the Caucasian!
So the ‘average’ grey sock can have its own hidden virtues too – who knew? Well, we do…

Ben, my freyend, that’s a terrific subscriptions promo. It’ll appeal to our discerning readership – hey, appeal, apparel…appeal…

Heck, huhh, haa. Master James. Smashing.

Now, I need to discuss May’s lying bonus. It seems you had a bumper month! I’ll cite somma the highlites:

– Israel, Netanyahu is a very nice man really….Obama is a communist North Korean Manchurian candidate…Dave Cameron may be an old Etonian but he has ridden a bicycle and once met a member of Boney M…Tony Blair wasn’t really god-father to paaa’s other son…more weaponry will hasten a more stable world (we love that one), internet censorship is actually an important security measure… I mean, the list goes on, Ben…ad infinitum…

(more here harridan’s extraOrdinary rendition    and   harridan cOnfronts the 10 Absolutes of Reuters Journalism )

Gina, mmmmuhhhh. I am honoured to bee your guest this evening. Your guest here…here et your luvelee magnolia penthouse. Vwat splendid oils upon arrival! Z’art…

Yes, they’re super doops, aren’t they? Leni, I’ve commissioned a triptych by the late Saffron Legging that I shall be gifting to Morley. It’ll accompany the nugget inscribed with my ode d’or.

Vell, thets splendid fraulein Gina. Und ze subject matter….zee subject matter of this acqeezition.

Well, it wepwesents Western Australia, all the element things and nature…the air in the sky…

Ochhh, eet sounds marvelous…

And, and and, Leni…the subject matter includes a shark and a dog. Vwee see the doggie… swimming in the water…the ocean…splashing in pursuit of a ball…the next panel depicts a shark fin upon the horizon…viewed, as seen from the water…

Gina, ze soobject matter is so raw! So raw und so naturel. Und thee third? The final panel?

The shark comes rocketing to the ocean’s surface and has the pooch in it’s jaws!!! Ha, haaah. I love it…

So, zee doggy succumbs… to zee force of nature in zee shark! Now, ze sementecs…eets, eets…

All mine, Leni. Please come on through…

Dear Gina. Dear, dear Gina…well, congwatulations are in order!! Splendid achievement.

Ohh Lord Chwissie, I weally, weally hoped that this was to be you. You upon the telephone…

Dear Gina. Dear, dear Gina. Your pa would be pwoud. Why, you have the midas touch.

Ohh Lord Chwissie, it’s my cwowning achievement. World’s…richest…WOMAN! Andy Pandy sent me a congratulatory telegwam and exclaimed that he was considerwing a sex change!!

Did he now! Did he now, ho-ho. You and he embody a ‘fair go’, Gina. ..A great big, luvelee jubelee fair go. Tony’s tickled to bits too over this and he wants to nail Australia’s richest man!

Lord Chwissie, he’s married with childwen. Just what on earth do you mean?

Nooo, nooo, dear Gina. Tony…wants …Australia…to have a world’s richest man title.

Hahh, yooo are a card, viscount B. A weal card. I’m getting wather poety amidst West Perth’s ambrosia hues. I’m on fire….I’m nucleartastic…it’s mine…it’s all just bloody well all mine!!!

And all mines, dear Gina. All mines…

The JIC (Joint Intelligence Committee) of the British government has directed the Home Office to convey the Obama administration’s terms re Ben Harridan to the detention unit at Heathrow…

“Inspector Weeting, the Obama people are adamant. No latitude. Mr Harridan has conspired with Hague ICC held master criminals…Chesney, Bliar, Dumsfeld. The evidence is in print – black and white. His words are recorded there in the newspaper archive. I mean, fuckin’ hell Charlie, he has salivated and gushed over them all. He had access to venal aresholes of the highest order! He even recently described Dubbya as “visionary and morally courageous…” I mean, the man is a criminal and a craven turd…let me read you a bit of his recent Bush/Cheney revisionism in his ghastly rag:::

“Rich Armitage, Paul Wolfowitz, Bob Zoellick – with very deep Australian connections, and a doctrine that put solid allies ahead of all others. Howard sensibly took maximum advantage of all that this offered.Right now the whole world is absurdly against Bush. If he jumped in front of a speeding train…”

I mean..Inspector Weeting, the Armitage/Wolfowitz/Zoellick troika had a doctrine of malice, discontent and exploitation. What doesn’t he get yet? I mean, listen to this, I’ll patch it in, it’s an excerpt from Harridan’s interrogation of late:::

Mr Harridan, let me put this to you…as Foreign Editor of the Caucasian, do you consider that you have influence?

We  provide our readers with information… Don’t you know who and what I am!? This, this, this is quite simply a kangaroo court…

Harridan. Just answer the question. Influence, yes or no?

Yes, ok, ok. At the end of the day, we have a measure of influence.

A measure, Mr Harridan? Can you elaborate?

Look, I’m the bloody chap who does the heavy lifting. It’s not easy traversing the globe and …I’m sure, a more balanced understanding of Bush’s achievements, as well as his failures, will emerge.

And, Mr Harridan, your passport’s date of issue is April 2002. It provides evidence of travel to Israel and the US. From a Home Office perspective, we’ll need to dig a little deeper. Please wait at the door to the left of the counter and accompany me…

Don’t you know whooo I AM? I’m HARRIDAN, BEN HARRIDAND and ...

That’s quite enough of that. Glenys, can you accompany me with ‘Mr Harridan’…

Ben Harridan’s still slammed up at Heathrow, in a cell and wearing an orange jumpsuit, deportation pending and not very happy…

Heck, this is just simply not on..not what I blooming well expected. I mean, just how many times have I just hopped off the plane and into a black cab, bound for Wapping? To be here, surrounded by this, this filth. A Foreign Editor …of global repute, incarcerated in an airport cell. Like a caged animal, it’s just frankly outrageous…The sheer nerve of the copy of the Reuters bloody handbook just happening to lie upon the bunk thing, here in the cell. How long has it been now? They are denuding my dignity. I mean…taking a chap’s sandals. It’s an OUTRAGE!!

Owz it goin’ then Julian? You new ‘ere.

What? Julian? My name is Ben.

Heard your a bleedin’ journo.  All the bloody same to me, mate.

That, I can assure you, is far from the case.

Whatever…

The 10 Absolutes of Reuters Journalism:

• Always hold accuracy sacrosanct.  Always correct an error openly • Always strive for balance and freedom from bias • Always reveal a conflict of interest to a manager • Always respect privileged information • Always protect their sources from the authorities • Always guard against putting their opinion in a news story • Never fabricate or plagiarise • Never alter a still or moving image beyond the requirements of normal image enhancement • Never pay for a story and never accept a bribe (source: Reuters Handbook)

Passport, please.

Yes, uhm, of course. Here it is…

Harridan. Ben Harridan. And you are Ben Harridan?

Yes, that’s me. I am Ben Harridan.

Business or pleasure? The purpose of your trip to the UK, Mr Harridan?

Strictly business.

Says here, ‘occupation: Foreign Editor’.

Yes. Quite frankly, I’m the Foreign Editor of the Caucasian. You may even have heard of us…

Mr Harridan, leafing through your passport, I see stamps for Israel and the US. Fairly recent, too…

Yes, us Foreign Editors tend to get around, ya know.

You may make that assumption, but your visa stamps are exclusively Israel and the US? Your work not take you further afield?

Now look here. I don’t like your insinuation. I’m FOREIGN EDITOR. FOREIGN EDITOR of Australia’s BIGGEST SELLING BROADSHEET!!

And, Mr Harridan, your passport’s date of issue is April 2002. It provides evidence of travel to Israel and the US. From a Home Office perspective, we’ll need to dig a little deeper. Please wait at the door to the left of the counter and accompany me…

Don’t you know whooo I AM? I’m HARRIDAN, BEN HARRIDAND and ...

That’s quite enough of that. Glenys, can you accompany me with ‘Mr Harridan’…

The scene: Woopert is in his vertical fortress, top of the boardroom and barking commands to his minions and t’ings: “Streuth Harridan, we ready to go on this, for fxxx’s sake!!” …”yes, yes, your Excellency. Wired for sound…signal coming through just…about…now…”

– Prince C, me old mate…it’s me, Cliffy…

Wherrr, mmm, welll, Sir Clifford. Dear, dear Sir Cliff. How is one this evening?

– pumped up and poptastic! Twirling around me little ol’ plantation…

Well, one wants…one wants wather very much to be, to be…erhmphh…

– mega! I get the drift, me old mate…”Or not to be…?”

Nooo, nooo, noo man. Not not to beeee!!!

– coolio…not, not to be…then…

Whell, tooo bee…uhmaa

– look me old Bonnie Prince Charlie, to be, or not to be? Take yerr pick, nooo?

To be…one wants to be…one wants to be an organic carrott…

– your Princetasticness…it’s orange ‘nd a la mode, err…orangetastic…

Woopert swiveled round in his large leather throne and shot a whithering glance at Harridan – “Tame. Tame and lame!! And Harridan…what’s with those goddd damnnn sandals!?”

So, tell me Tony. How the devil are you, my dear chep?

Well, uhmmm Lord Christopher. Smashing to hear from you. 

The bicycle, Tony. Is the bicycle working?

Why yes, Lord Chrissie. The bicycle is working, erhhmph, literally and metaphorically…The boys at News were right, ya know. Leni too. I feel quite at home now in my cycling pants.

Symbolism of cycling in the modern age. Bowis Johnson and Dave Cameron bicycling gave the public the warm and fuzzies. “Smoke scweens” shweeked the latte cwowd…

Cognitive dissonance, or uhmm, something like that…but really, Campbell’s off to a strong start and Clive’s tickled pink, err, very pleased.

Is it twue, dear Tony, is it weally twue thet Flinty’s weleased video tape cassettes of the Windsors?

Yes. ACM are really pushing the envelope and engaging with the youngsters. The opportunity for cadet Australian’s to see Prince Charles letting his hair down and disco dancing with Sir Cliff. Quite frankly, stirring stuff. David has even provided voice over on poignant segments.

Smeashing. The dulcet tones.

Phase Four is firming up with ‘opportunity to win’ soon to be ubiquitous. Campbell’s implementing library closures as a priority and when I acquire my rightful place, the internet will be the exclusive preserve of Seven Media, News and Gina.

As it  ought to be, dear Tony. And as it shall be.

At the end of the day, Lord Chrissie…quite frankly, yes.

“Julia’s jackets! Phahhh. I wouldn’t be seen dead in ’em! I love these, errm these pantz though, for the relaxed weekend look   n’ feel. At the end of the day, I just love mein pantz. “

Dearest Team Antipodes (yes, thet’s you Tony, Gina, Andy and Clive! Ho, ho)

Thet was the week thet was! Let’s keep moving forwards on a united front.  Don’t let the gweedy masses get you down. Wemember, wemember, we have right end MIGHT upon one’s side.

Now then, hmmphhurum, a few observations:

Tony: gweat come back on the Finkelburgerstine media weport – thought police serving only the chettering ‘classes’ a wavishing wiposte. You’re absolutely cowect that the orange hue is becoming less pwonounced in your recent appeawances, and the hair, miwaculous my dear chep….you have a hirsute cwown once again. Norb and Flinty have made weference in wecent emales that you’re lookin’ tip top. Sir Cliff was in from the Antilles duwing the week and he loves MeinPantz still and awaiting further diwection from you, dear Tony. Wemember, wemember, you Tony, you are a solid work in pwogwess…gloves off, to you sir.

Gina: steely, determined, a command performance!!

Andy: a fair go…a big fair go…wemember, opportunity to win means my dear chep, don’t feel guilty. Yours is the power, the power and the glory…ho, ho..toss another cway on the barbie…isn’t that what you cheps do, down there in the antipodes?

Clive: is there woom for…woom for impwovement? No, no there isn’t. Thet’s because you’re pitch perfect, ahummphh, me old mate. Ohh, harrumphh, I feel wather poety…”Constitutionality qwestions now abounding. Your gusto and oooomph are wesounding”

Yours twuly, (with opportunity to win! Ho, ho.)

Viscount B.

cc. Leni Reeferstool, Norb Fones

“Ochhh, Daveeed. Eeet’s you, zee power, ze potency. Zee sementecks…true..blue,” said Leni.

Why Leni…thank you. Congruent and direct…true. True blue…

Yess, yess, direct und zee iconography…vell, ze cross, I luvv…

The saphire blue…

…Of zee true blue…Zee colour of herr majestees eyes. Occhh, Daveed…Und thees weell be on all zee extensioons?

Yes, dear Leni…stemps, literature, insignia of office…benk notes, hmphh…

One is vewy pwoud of one’s wecord of achievements. Gina, Andy, Tony and all my other gweat friends in Auusstrayliahh have really taken my wules on board, and with gweat gusto. Ho, ho. I’ve cwafted them with the utttmost care – tested ’em, gone beck to the dwawing board. I guess that innovation and integwity will wule the day, eh?

‘Flinty’ has even been dwopping hints thet your’s twuly may even become Her Meajestys’s wepwesentative in Auusstrayliahh. Ha, ha. Of course, this is conditional upon Tony delivewing his goods, so to speak. Ahummph.

Wules for How to be a pwoper Denialist in the Modern Age:

1) Allege thet there’s a conspiracy. Claim that scientific consensus has arisen through collusion rather than the accumulation of evidence.

2) Use fake experts to support your story. “Denial always starts with a cadre of pseudo-experts with some credentials that create a facade of credibility,” says Seth Kalichman of the University of Connecticut.

3) Cherry-pick the evidence: twumpet whatever appears to support your case and ignore or wubbish the west.

4) Carry on trotting out manufactured “evidence” even after it has been discwedited.

5) Create impossible standards for your opponents. Claim that the existing evidence is NOT GOOD ENOUGH, errphh, and, and demand MORE.

6) If your opponent comes up with evidence you have demanded, move the goalposts. (I weally, weally love this one)

7) Use logical fallacies. Hitler opposed smoking, so anti-smoking measures are Nazi. (Yes, when in Aussstrayleyah wecently, I used this one on some ghastly Garnaud chap. Worked a tweet.)

8) Deliberately misrepresent the scientific consensus and then knock down your straw man.

9) Manufacture doubt. Falsely portray scientists as so divided that basing policy on their advice would be premature.

10) Insist “both sides” must be heard and cry censorship when “dissenting” arguments or experts are rejected.

And above all, make lots of NOISE.

(with thanks to www.durangobill.com )

the interpretOr would like to add that Monckton does not sit in the House of Lords (UK), despite his impressions to the contrary. His own story is as dodgy as his propaganda.

Amid the acrimony and uncertainty of the Labor leadership tussle, new evidence is emerging that had Kevin Rudd not triumphed in 2007, John Howard may have been on the verge of introducing a mandatory ‘citizens code of conduct’. Sources close to the interpretOr allege that key elements were mandatory recitals of:
  1. you will work until you’re 75, and you better not grumble about it either
  2. honesty equates with weakness
  3. there is something deeply suspicious about men who don’t embrace sport
  4. things are never good, bad, crap, plain wrong, fantastic, sublime:- they are either appropriate or inappropriate
  5. there is nothing wrong with watching more television these days
  6. be sanctimonious at all appropriate times
  7. people who say “quite frankly” deserve to be listened to
  8. at the end of the day, I’m sure they know what’s appropriate
  9. it’s appropriate to discuss declining family values, but inappropriate to discuss ‘current affairs’ or social(ist) issues
  10. ties should be worn during daylight hours, Mon to Fri, and Sundays

There are also suggestions that Kevin ’07 may have prevented other tough new mandatory requirements including weekly hair cuts, neighbourhood watch, Home Flag ceremonies,….

‘Lord’ Christopher Sponkton:  don’t worry Gina, they’re all hiding at Bunnings

Ha, ha. Ohh, Lord Chrissie, you are a card!

Errrhhm, well, well, let’s recap on the Oz media status quo – this usually cheers one up!

Please, Lord Chrissie. I love that stawweee, it’s pwobablee my absolute favewit!

As things cuwwentlee stend:

  • Woopert has most of the newspapers and settelite television
  • Stokes has Channel Seven, half the magazine market….ohhh, end yahoo 7 tooo – they’re doing tewiblee well with their Caterpillar frenchise, and the Chinese adore their lovely big yellow bull-dozer jobbies – appawently, a ‘BIG CATERPILLAR’ can clear fell a ghastly fowest in about half an hour! You’re Paaa would be pwoud, dear Gina, vewy pwoud. Gosh, nearly forgot…whoopsee…the West Awstaralian too.

Another crumpet, Lord Chrissie??

Ohh yess, Gina, lashings of lard and bacon rind upon it, as per usual! Scrummeee. Where were we, where were we? Right, umm, yes:

  • You, Gina. You have a vewy big slice of Fearfax and you are Chairperson of Chennel 10
  • we’re also getting trection on the school market too – ALEC and IOT are drafting swathes of syllabus for the young ones that gives them the fects on the benefits of unchecked development and the invisible hend of the free market
  • the young pioneers, Tony A is driving, and Lenis across uniforms etc….

a poignant ode d’Ore

One’s children sadly groaning with debt, poverty and strife

One’s childrens now are pleading to enjoy are (sic) better life

Their hope lies with gremlins buried deep within the earth

And one bellowing out one’s poetry, dressed up as a Smurf

Judith Bares Her Teeth

The latest right wing darling of economics, Judith Sloane, recently revealed her darker side on the ABCs’  Q@A program. Judith was angry about the Gillard Goverment getting rid of “Work Choices” and creating Fair Work Australia. When asked about Tony Abott being reticent about bringing back unfair individual contracts, Judith’s fangs were revealed when she snarled “there’s more than one way to skin a cat” . It was a chilling moment for working people, as Judith is likely to be at least an adviser to any future Liberal government.

Utss vurry nice, yuss. Uts a nice reward for surving thu communiteee….”Krusss, more of those cut buscuts ailse 8 right hund saeed!!” “Yuss buss” “Good mun, good chop”

Accch, just look et thet wrrrrutchud story. Wrrrutchud end so unfear.

IGA and the Community Chest: the supermarket franchise holder spends more on mobile car valet for his $300,000 Mercedes than their community chest – emblazoned on the back wall within view of each and every queuing then paying shopper…“cheese, cheese, pic, caption: “so far this year, we’ve raised $98 for an 11 kilo bag of brussel sprouts.”

The most hideous signage hangs above the tills with a gummy head shot of a ‘local’ and a caption of “how the locals like it.” Well, I’m local and my opinion is actually “I don’t fuckin’ like it, not one little bit”. Apples at $8 per kilo – July last saw my daughter and I stay with friends who live on Hong Kong Island – even in the swanky hills, apples in the local franchise supermarket place were about 2 bucks a kilo.

It’s so annoying to actually have to expend energy ranting on about fruit, but it’s Mr IGA’s Mercedes obsession that is at the heart of the matter. Something rotten in the fruit & veg dept. If he would only settle for a nice, shiny Toyota.  What about a Prius? Or a bike…or IGA Tuk-tuk to run the shopping back for older folks?

$49.99 per kilo for garluc is a reflection of increased burrowing costs, putrull, uncreasung sheer holder value…

“Julie, are the buttOns working properly?” asked Tony

 What’s wrong, Tony?

Well, I pressed condescenscion…no reaction. Scathing indignation…barely a murmur…

Look, Leni’s right. Repetition, repetition…

Repetition. I know. I know.

Come here. Is my darling Abb on botty perhaps feeling a little a-flutter in the build up to next week’s shedding?

Quite frankly, I’m confident moving forwards. Sir Cliff’s touching down Sat night and so we’ll come out swinging…

Shedding, Tony. Shedding.

Tina Magnolia, welcome to Earthtalk.

 – G’day Breeonezlet, smashin’ tu be here…

Ok. Tina Magnolia, as you know, this interview is likely to be reaching planets that are not entirely familiar with your all mine profession. Can you describe a typical start to your working day?

the boardroom at Ozdong Resources is all mine and must be kept spotlessly clean, and to my exact specifications at ALL TIMES. Press over the weekend – ectually in the Weakened Caucasian – explains it tewwibly well:

“Ozdong Resources boardroom in West Perth is startlingly white. White table, white chairs, white walls.”(sic) (4/5 Feb 2012: Weakened Caucasian)

An important colour, is it, back there on Earth?

– For me, white is signature colour – my life, my passion…kinda almost a mantra. Ozdong is very white and all mine.

Ms Magnolia, is it not the case that your “all mine” industry is actually filthy and destructive?

– Breeonezlet, thurs some sort of break…brea.. in the sugnall. Ken you repeat the quostion?

Loud and clear at this end. Ok, I repeat: Ms Magnolia, is it not the case that your “all mine” industry is actually filthy and destructive?

Look, at the end of the day,  moving forwards…no, wretched signal problem, AGAIN – I’m getting some sort of feedback into this blasted bloomin’ earpiece… just repeat the sodding quest…

We can, but we’re not going to bother, Ms Magnolia. You see, here on Earthtalk, we’ve introduced a new feature whereby visitors and viewers can vote on whether they think you are being disingenuous. Our culture is open and this extends to our communications.

Well viewers, we’re leaving it there with Tina Magnolia and “it’s all mine“. Thank you for your vote. 

 

 


“Eeef Rinehart continues to increase zee stake in Fearfex media, it could leave us in ze seetuation where nearly all our major daily papers are controlled by just three peoples, Norb! Eet’s a vin for zee opportunity to vin”

Quite soo, dear Leni. Well, Radio Now is actually already across the new Stomurdhart account, Leni.

Vot are zee stretegic eempleecations, Norb?

Integration of moral courage across multiple platforms, Leni. Tony’s tickled pin…errr, delighted, delighted.

Eez eet true that Lord Christopher Sponkton eez ze new Stomurdhart ‘face’?

Under wraps, Leni. Under wraps.

Ochh, Norb, yoor smiling though…eet eez true…

Look, Gina, Rupert and Kerry are titans with vision moving forwards.

“All zee propegenda has to be populerr and has to accommodate eetself to the comprehension of the least intelligent of those whom it seeks to reach.”

Is that whom I think it is, Leni?

A timely, telling and recently published University of Western Australia study has found:

“People who had flags on their cars, 43 per cent of them believe the White Australia Policy had saved Australia from problems that other countries had experienced,”

Caucasians for Toadying Royalism CEO, Sir David Stone (allegedly on first name terms with ‘Fergie’ Ferguson, former Duchess of Pork) has hit back:

“Look, at the end of the day, it’s frightful, if not abssssurd,  to suggest that there’s a ‘link’ between motor car flegs and wacism. Quite fwankly, this is yet more latte, chardonnay sniping. One has 12 flegs on one’s motor car and if one had one’s way, it would ectually be a mandaTORY on our auspicious day and other anniversawies, such as the faurthcoming Queen’s Pletinum Jubilee….”

Norb Fones was unavailable for comment.

Norb FOnes: “DON’T YOU KNOWWW WHO I AM?”

We know precisely who you are, you may do, and I’m asking you to leave, Mr Fones.

I want to see the MANAGER, NOW!!!

The manager isn’t available right now.

I want to see the MANAGER, RIGHT NOW!!!

This performance, this outburst is upsetting other staff and diners and it’s not the first time, is it Norb?

You’re really asking ME, Norb Fones, to leave?

No Mr Fones. I’m now actually telling you to leave. I’m the new owner of ‘Flossmirror’ and we’re not putting up with any more of your bullying, hectoring, disgusting behaviour. As well as changing our ghastly name, we’re doing a spot of spring cleaning too, so OUT YOU GO…

I’ll destroy you. I command an audience of millions!! MILLIONS!!!

Well, we don’t need millions of bigoted morons rocking up here, so you and your friend, who’s incidentally just returning from the bathroom, can s-o-d right o-f-f.

Vell Norb, theeese has been luvelee.

Just had a call from Henry, dear Leni, and we need to meet him back at the ranch…err presto…

sorbet: frOgs legs?

DON”T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? For the love of…

Norb, Norb. Zee legs were a beet chewy. Snot a deezaster.

I’M NORB FONES. NORB FONES! R-A-D-I-O nOw, NORB FONES, for fxxxxxx

Sir, sorry, but the special is consistently regarded as one of our signature dishes. We’ve just never experienced a…

SIGNATURE dish!? Why, you little…