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maanantaina, maaliskuuta 21, 2005

via Zoe

The Chaser is stranger than fiction

... it seems their GREAT JOKE about Daniel O'Connor deciding to re-interview for the position of "biological father" after meeting Tony Abbott has come true!

Tony Abbott's long-lost son is not his son. Someone apparently cut his lunch, and noticed a bit of an uncanny resemblance to his kids when pictures of Daniel were publicised. And DNA tests have confirmed that Daniel is not Abbott's child.

There is nothing quite like the guilty pleasure in watching tony abbot squirm. The cad gets his comeuppance! My words of advice to tony: "suffer in ya jocks!"

After all the cosy-feel good adoption "isn't it all for the best" sharing from abbott and his anti-abortion crusaders, it turns out that Daniel O'Connor isn't his son at all.

Let's just do a little review...

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"Heh, and that's when I said to her, Up the duff? whatev, I'm off on a jaunt with my mates. Let me know how it goes."


"...and being a responsible catholic father, I decided against abortion, and now, I have a wonderful son, who proves what a decent human being I am, and whose existence is far more than just as a political football for my neo-conservative agenda..."


"I have a SON! I shall call him mini-Abbott, and forcibly indoctrinate him in Liberal values so that I can undermine the ABC from the inside! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA take that Kerry O'Brien!"


"and the fact that I'm extracting maximum publicity for this heart-warming human interest piece on what a wonderful story adoption is has nothing at all to do with my crusade against women's access to safe legal abortion... but let me just say how disappointed I am that more people don't follow in my responsible fatherly shoes in offering up their offspring as a donation to married fertility-challenged couples on a more regular basis - selfish twats..."

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"not my son? ... whaddya mean 'DNA test'? .... and that means... Kathy?!?"
*sound of teeth grinding*

And best of all, since tony has used the hypothetical argument that if he and his girlfriend had chosen abortion, the lovely Daniel would never have existed, and therefore abortion is "bad", now he has to stand by the equally hypothetical argument that if his girlfriend hadn't been playing the field, Daniel would also never have existed, and therefore cheating on your dorky Young Liberal boyfriend is therefore "good".

On his own nonsensical hypothetical logic, for Abbott to push for teenage sexual abstinence is tantamount to saying he wished Daniel didn't exist. Oooh! Mean! Almost as mean as saying that women should be allowed to decide for themselves whether or not to continue a pregnancy! It shows more clearly than ever the stupidity of hypothetical arguments put by the anti-abortion brigade along the "would you abort Beethoven" line. We're all here due to a strange mix of luck and human chance and if our parents didn't have sex on a particular day we might not be here or might be someone else. Wow - freaky - but still not an argument to reduce access to abortion. I wouldn't have been born if my parents hadn't engaged in a bit of workplace romance but do you see me legislating to make people shack up with their work-mates? No!

The other point is, (as Sushi Das points out) Abbott never even had a clue what the choices involved in continuing or terminating an unexpected pregnancy involved, let alone about the heart-break for a woman to carry a baby to term and then relinquish it. Perhaps now he'll get a little appreciation of how complex this issue is, and that these are personal choices, not ones to be made by politicians who think they know better.

So much for milking your personal life for political point-scoring. Looks like Tony's sperm weren't so sacred after all....

As Jessculture asks, does this mean we are allowed to have abortions again?

It would all be really funny, except that one poor bloke now not only has to deal with the long-term identity issues and trauma which go along with being adopted - as Roger Outtram points out, finding birth parents is more like opening a pandora's box that reaching your "happily ever after".

tiistaina, maaliskuuta 15, 2005

Show us yer
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map of tassie!

I am a new convert to the joys of tassie. I know that millions have already sung its praises etc, but i really had no idea that it would be quite so delightful "down there".

Beaches: breathtaking (and not just because of the water temperature)

(this isn't my picture, but this is what the view looked like on the third day. We spent the second night camped in the far corner of the beach. Even the fact that i managed to get large quantities of sand into our pasta, and had the brilliant idea to save water by cooking the vegies in seawater couldn't detract from the view of the hazards rising straight out of the acqua blue water. in typical tasmanian fashion, the water was brain-achingly cold, but it was well worth the pain.)

Apparently princess mary came by in her yacht on the same day, but if that was her boat we saw, she didn't wave back. bitch how nice it must have been for her to get away from the clamouring adoring loyal subjects.

Thanks to some very sturdy recommendations from the delightful miss piss , we also had a very good recovery in hobart. bath, sauna, steamroom, crispy bathrobes, and a cosy corner where you can prop yourself up on the couch and and eat huge amounts of good food - these are things which should be programmed into my life on a regular basis.

Oh! and today is Bloggington Love Day!

So here's sending my smoochy blog-kisses to:
- the queen of BLD, Jessculture;
- Fop, I'm so sorry that Nikki didn't make it;
- Jelly, 'cos "she's the best, man" both in Wobbie's world and the real world;
- Miss Piss, thank you for sharing your own special map of tassie with me;
- Suki, please enjoy melbourne for me;
- Jo, I'll shake a pom-pom for mickey-k any day of the week;
- Zoe, for those moments when you've got the wiggles or alexander downer to choose from in terms of toddler entertainment;
- edward, sorry to hear about your aunt, and i hope you get to visit tassie soon.

keskiviikkona, maaliskuuta 09, 2005

via p-cat's liz:

Amanda Vanstone:
I got in a lot of trouble feeding the Customs Dogs homemade dog
biscuits during my time as Minister for Justice and Customs.


I'll bet you did!

tiistaina, maaliskuuta 08, 2005

Mar - Di - Gras!

in the spirit of edward's i'd like to weave a delightful tale of our special "gay christmas", but i'm still too weary for narrative, and there are some details that perhaps i should hold back on...

highlights:
- el prima and the float organisers playing a GREAT JOKE on me by telling me that my suggested song (via edward and fop) for the parade "Help I'm a Fish" had been "voted out". Sending me into a purple rage to defend the pure pop perfection of the Little Trees from those who'd rather have us marching stoicly to undistinguishable gay disco pap... only to discover that they *had* infact made it one of the featured songs...
- being stalked and found by edward in one of those lovely moments of internet persona / real life clashes - sadly, due to the GREAT JOKE, i spent most of the time moaning about why the green float would not be blaring out the dulcet tones of "i'm a little yellow fish in the deep blue sea (meaning the senate, you see! isn't it CLEVER! poor little green senators swimming about in that ocean of "deep blue" conservatism!)".
- managing to position myself as one of the cheerleaders AT THE VERY FRONT of the greens marching pom-pomming squad, and then missing almost every start-beat because i was a bit busy "playing to the audience".
- my grass skirt falling off at taylor square, in front of the tv cameras.
- seeing jesse and jo in the crowd and getting so excited that i dropped a pom-pom.
- changing into my pirate outfit after the parade and addressing everyone i met with "Argggghhh!"
- wearing said pirate outfit, which included little white frilled shirt ripped to the (heaving) bosom with a black corset (NOT the tragic lacy/ velvet faux-porn kind), wide black leather belt, little dark blue hotpants with red satin edging and stitching, black boots, suspenders, vintage net stockings, black and white checkered headscarf, silver jewellry a la Year 10 Ishka gone mad, big hoop earring and a skull and bones tatoo helpfully drawn on by el prima.
- commemorating *that* dancefloor pash with el prima last year with a special moment in the bathrooms. mmm

tiistaina, maaliskuuta 01, 2005

Whoo-HOO!

Prez-for-life, Sheelzebub, has appointed me Minister for the Colonies!

That's right, I'll be attending to my duties shortly, just as soon as i get my ceremonial robes sorted... (that's me on the right)

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