One my favorite flavors of troll bait.
They're a curse.
10 Responses to ‘Freebaggers’
I'm trying to avoid writing about politics for a little while, although Clive Palmer is sorely tempting me. Today's Blunty, about discovering an old album which had passed me by, is my attempt to stay away from all too easy to make jokes about Prime Minister Toned Abs.
10 Responses to ‘Of time and music’
A spare Blunty I knocked up after the ALP's shennanigans took all the air out of my Edward Snowden piece.
Everyone had thought the movie was over, but in the very last act, when all seemed lost, rising from the smoking rubble, twisted steel girders falling and crashing all around the flame scarred mono-bonded carbon armour of its outer plating, the Ruddbot spooled up its fusion stacks, threw off the last clinging ant-like warriors of the Usurper Queen and bellowed its war shout.
"Must toodle-oo! Coming Albo?"
Unsurprisingly, some commenters can't help themselves and simply had to let their humourless inner gimp off the leash.
26 Responses to ‘The Return of the Ruddbot’
It looked like the lawyers might bury my Cory Bernardi piece this morning, leading me to run up a stand by piece on the gobsmacking muntery of the Nine Network all but demanding a seat at the selectors table for the Australian Test Cricket team.
BWS has already won the comments. Twice, because of the werd double post thing at Fairfax today.
13 Responses to ‘When too much Blunty is barely enough’
Today's Blunty, about the coming annihilation of the ALP gives us this comment from Mintslice, which should probably be graven into rock somewhere:
The fact that K Rudd is most loved by people who have had nothing to do with him speaks volumes.
His baffling appeal among witless suburban voters reflects the reality that very few soccer moms or tradies at home watching The Block at night have had to deal with this kind of elite psychotic bureaucrat in their life times.
I have. He creeps me out on so many levels. Hes like Lord Varys from Game of Thrones without the balls.
I completely understand the ALP's apparent preference for self immolation.
Rudd was the master of his own demise - when, in the finest control freak elite public servant fashion he thought he could engineer a mining tax without consulting industry.
Any sane person might thing that people you are regulating can have some productive input into the process, even if they dont like the outcome, but this sneaky little prick thought he could just spring it on them - as if governing by surprise with an inner circle of 24 year olds is any way of running the country.
Hes been scuttling around in the dark like a cockroach ever since, spreading shit and disease in the hope that he'll be the last roach left after the fallout settles.
Mark Latham is completely right about this guy. Rudd is an evil little snake hiding behind Jesus - as the worst of them always do.
The "affable nerd" routine shouldn't fool anyone with a modicum of life experience - but we're talking swinging voters here - the very definition of brain death.
Rudd has done a remarkable thing - he's given me a sense of perspective that there is something worse than the appalling white trash baiting Frat Boy vibe of Tony Abbott.