Posting

By popular demand I have decided to present another post. Trouble is, I don't have any material. I decided to do some research on the blogosphere for inspiration (yes firefox it is a fucking word, also firefox is a word). Naturally, I don't have as generous a figure as our one time bridesmaid, nor do I know as much about boring cricket statistics as a certain expatriot. I could spend my time lamenting my lack of understanding vis-a-vis international anti-piracy safeguards, or screening the poor sportsmanship involved in human-chimpanzee wrestling. But I won't do any of those things. I won't even attempt to plumb the depths of profanity portrayed in Pink Elephants. Perhaps I should do something really lame and just show some Youtube videos. I've been asked by a certain European politician to show solidarity with my fellow democrats.



Less political, but still crucial to our way of life is;



Speaking of showing solidarity,



This makes me think a Communist revolution would be a good thing. My Vietnamese girlfriend doesn't completely agree, and I think the Beatles also make a convincing rebuttle



So I'm a little confused on the issue. How could two awesome, emotive, glib examples of popular culture contradict each other? Many hands make light work, but too many cooks spoil the broth. A stitch in time saves nine, but haste makes waste. Having been largely failed by Youtube I shall close by asking people what they thought of the 20 20 summit. How about banning smoking for everybody born after 2009? How about giving every Australian citizen 1 free degree, but charging full price for every subject failed?
Ok, I'll admit this was not my most inspired post, but for all you know, some random postmodernist internet denizen could be perusing my work and be inspired by the intertextuality. Look, everyone is entitled to one Phillip Adams moment, and anyway, me at my least coherent is still more sensible than Fitz on the best day of his life.

Mary; For your enjoyment

And everyone else's too.

You maniacs!

Can I take Charlton Heston's gun away from him now?