. . . the flint hard and honed politicians and union leaders of Australia.
Heh! Whatever rocks your boat, but waxing homoerotic over the likes of Richo is rather pushing the envelope on kinkiness.
. . . I had wander off and check my bookcase for a similar short story. Ah, there it is, Mimic by Donald A. Wollheim (not David).
Not to mention the kind of inspiration that drives Claude Veillot's magnificently horrible The First Days of May (insect world domination, human body as egg host), with a touch of Roald Dahl's creepy Royal Jelly, plus something of the loopy believability of John Wyndham's Consider Her Ways. More laughs than any of the aforementioned, but.
It's the Universal Mind, maaaaan. Would that more of us could tap into it with such entertaining results.
On occasion I've been somewhere in the bush where there is a political conversion going on and I've casually mentioned that I am a member of the Green Party in NZ and all conversation stops. After an embarassing silence something else like footy gets to be the topic of conversation.
Are you sure it's an anti-Green thing? Maybe they're just shocked that you'd show an interest in something as trivial as the environment, when there are such pressing matters to be resolved as those bloody refs not enforcing the line-out rule properly.
I often ask myself how sleazy, incompetent and incestuously feral the NSW Labour Party has to get before it's kicked out of office?
They're still a few notches on the sleazometer below the late unlamented Robert Askin's State Liberal government, and that blatantly corrupt old horror left office adorned with accolades. It's the legacy of the penal colony. As Michael Duffy noted about the 1808 military coup against Governor Bligh:
The Rum Rebellion has slipped into historical oblivion because it is widely misunderstood. It is popular belief that the autocratic Bligh was removed because he threatened the huge profits that were being made from trading in spirits by the officers of the NSW Corps and by businessmen such as John Macarthur. This view suggests it was nothing more than a squabble between equally unsavoury parties.
Plus ça change/cunts are still running the world.
Of course, that hollow mirthless laugh employed by talkback hosts and their sycophants - "uh - uh - uh - uh - uh" - it's just a modified form of stridulation.
. . . it just felt wrong.
Something's definitely wrong with a system that delivers the NSW State Government. Actively loathed and mocked by pretty much anyone who isn't a party member, and an equally hopeless opposition. Whoever made the comment about Tony Abbott being the first federally elected State Premier had a point.
. . . Italy is in fact full of centres of resistance (not all of them good, it must be said). The impression I get of Australia, which is certainly not direct, is similar . . .
Are these 'centres of resistance' similar to the upper houses and state legislatures in Australia? They've certainly provided an effective check there on the kind of crash-through 'reforms' we've experienced in NZ. One major difference in Australian polspeak is the constant reference to the parliament, rather than simply parliament, as in NZ. It's because they have so many of them, and often tend to think of themselves as over-governed.
In the lead-up to MMP, Jim Bolger expressed his preference for an upper house of parliament. As someone noted at the time, he already effectively had one, in the form of the Business Roundtable.
. . . couldn't get himself laid at a sex addicts convention . . .
I believe that the Australian version of that is 'couldn't get a pork if he paid for it.'
Then again, it may be 'couldn't get a soapy stick up a dog's bum.'
I was bloody rubbish at singing.
Then you probably never accompanied yourself by rapidly pulling your jacket's zip back and forth to make authentic scratching noises. Maybe it takes a certain kind of zip, but done well it's most convincing. I'm easily impressed by such things.
But possibly the Association for Cretinous Tyrants?
As this country's last sufferer of endemic cretinism with hypothyroidism due to iodine deficiency supposedly passed away sometime around the early 60s, only tyrants are likely to cry discimination. Tough for them.