12 June 2008

Old guard lose control of Liberal Party

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It is with interest/pleasure that I hear that the old guard (read Murphy/Smith supporters) at the beleagured Liberal Party Executive have lost the battle.

There was a move to discipline one particular person at the ANU and it backfired on them. A Bloodbath I hear.

Bad luck VP Fat Bastard you just copped a hiding ….. again. Stick to your wifes campaign.

Ring the bell because this match is over – I warned you before to watch this space because the forecast is coming true.

One wonders if a significant counter attack is on from their bunker. I think not.

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How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

Every one knows that the answer is: Fish

Don’t be mislead by p1 – he / she wouldn’t know a surrealist if a clock melted above their head.

karma chameleon? do you really want to hurt me?

it’s a great pity that, despite the party in gov’t being a motley collection of depleted morons, there is not enough talent or credibility in any form of opposition to take advantage and provide the goodly citizens of this fair territory with a leadership that is more than hot air and disorientation. could be worse but, we could be in zimbabwe.

disenfranchised8:48 am 15 Jun 08

Clearly Cavalier is someone who dislikes Smyth and VP Barnier. Think about who constantly undermined Smyth when he was Leader and you’ll work out the source of Cavalier’s posting. The so-called dark forces who held the key positions on the Liberal Party’s Management Committee for so long and managed to send the party to the brink of political oblivion continue their silly tactics. There was an email that should never have even been prepared let alone sent was somehow leaked (destabilising the Leader after Smyth, Stefaniak). One of their members is now an independent, but they still all hang out together. That group created a new class of voters in the ACT – ex Liberals who will never vote for anyone associated with those forces. They are in for a shock in October – when what should be your base hates you, you are in trouble. They will learn a lesson in the power of karma.

I think I understand the OP’s post.
The Liberal Party is fighting.
Yep.
(Sorry I can’t do pomes).

canberracafe.com5:48 pm 13 Jun 08

So is the Liberal Party still a vicious bunch of pit bulls in a fight? I was hoping they would have pulled together by now after being resoundly defeated *everwhere*.

If there is this much in-fighting in any Liberal ranks, isn’t this just arguing about which faction (*) gets the right to lead (or help along) the party to an election loss?

Which beggars the question, why bother?

*: I may or may not have mentioned a dirty word, and pointed out an elephant in the room.

Mælinar said :

Did I drop it into your letterbox by any chance – or are there 3 fans in this town ?

Oh, it is so tempting to pretend it came to me via the letterbox, so you could then go off to whoever fan number 2 is, and say “hah, I knows your online alia now!” leading to moderate potential hilarity. But actually, I procured all on my ownsome.

ODE TO CAVALIER
—————
By H1NG0

Encrypted postings of Cavalier
or perhaps the sound of a ringing bell?
Washing the wet army boots of dead soldiers
I travel, forseeing the need to spell

I woke up ate jelly and combed my hair in anticipation of the storm
They could still discuss politics o’er a pitcher of stale beer
Isn’t not fitting in supposed to be the norm?
Or only in the presence of Cavalier?

Now Cavalier, listen here
The sun sparkles, and sprinkles not the rain
and I thought… “What the hell… I need a Beer!”
Excuse me while I shoot myself in the brain.

Will he return to face the wrath?
Is that he playing noisily with broken glass?
This bird has died a thousand deaths…
We don’t need you anymore, you ass

and they dined on mince
and plenty of quince
which they ate with a runcible spoon

koo koo ka choo

The time has come,
the walrus said,
to speak of many things.
of sailing ships and sealing wax,
and cabbages and kings.

i am a dry stone waller
all day i dry stone wall
of all appalling callings
dry stone walling’s worst of all

if only the federal labor party leadership could self-destruct so poetically. thanks, cavalier. some of us understand.

I visit the Belconnen greasy food van
And sit with fools in whom I trust
but hate with great disdain.
Oh no! Here comes the lobster man!
for the pool will remove the stain

Did I drop it into your letterbox by any chance – or are there 3 fans in this town ?

Mælinar said :

hehe msg 🙂

I’ve got series 3…

As do I.

[insert appropriate quote here, probably about the Stationary Village. I would but my brain appears to have shut down early for the weekend.]

“This is a lovely party,” said the Bursar to a chair, “I wish I was here.”

I think the great Bazza Mackenzie summed it up quite well,

A ratbag is a sheila or a bloke
(Or a bloke)
Who’s kind of funny but, like,
Never sees the joke

Now take me mother’s brother Uncle Graham,
He’s a raving bloody ratbag through and through,
He collects old kettles,
Makes his own wine out of nettles,
He reckons Adolph Hltler was a Jew
He’s always seeing flying saucers landing,
Bringing ratbags to the earth from outer space,
And he’s written in his will,
That when he dies we have to
Spill his ash on Melbourne Cup day underneath the race.

Oh yes he is:
A ratbag (yes he is)
A raving ratbag (yes he is)
He’s a screwball, he’s a nut case there’s no doubt;
And if you think you’re ratbag free,
Then just shake your family tree,
Hear the great big raving ratbags fallin’ out.

If you eat your sweet and sour pork with chopsticks,
When you’re at home with no one round to see,
If you’re a Philippino healer or thinks Shakespeare was a sheila,
Or you’re trying to cure your warts with herbal tea.
If you listen to the latest teenage guru,
Or you pin your fate on Scientology,
If you grow organic food, go horse riding in the nude,
There’s a very faded chance that you could be:

A ratbag, a raving ratbag…

Cavalier: Im not too sure mr evil had your back in that comment…

Good work Mr Evil, at least some readers have brains.

Here is the link to the original story http://the-riotact.com/?p=7546

hehe msg 🙂

I’ve got series 3…

Best thread ever

If you can’t understand this thread by Cavalier, then there is something wrong with you.

Here’s a translation for you:

“The Liberal party have had a disagreement. Then all of a suddenly a large purple jelly bean, a lion, a witch, a wardrobe and a turnip fell out of the sky killing several hundred small Latvian cats and leaving a nasty mess on the carpet.

There has been an internal investigation of an ANU student, which revealed nothing, except that if you don’t eat enough fibre you end up being full of c#ap – a lot like Cavalier.”

Oh my God!
Ice floe, no where to go,
ice floe, no where to go,
lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra!
Check him out!
They call him the shrew,
arms in short, in with the claw!
I’m little Johnny Frostbite,
movin’ around,
freezing you up,
freezing you down like an icicle,
coming in your tent in the pink light scissor bite.
Arctic death,
infinite night.
Call me tundra boy,
because I move like an arctic lizard,
when the blizzard strikes,
I disappear like a pipe dream.
All that’s left is a gleam,
on a tent peg.
Boosh, Boosh,
stronger than a moose,
don’t lock your door, or we’ll come through your rooftop.
Stop, look round, take your mind off the floor,
cos the Boosh is loose and we’re a little bit raw!
Ice floe, no where to go,
ice floe, no where to go,
lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra!

Cavalier by name. A complete f**king tool by nature.

Two. One to hold the giraffe, and one to fill the bath tub with brightly coloured machine tools.

Maelinar – poetry slam stuff!

How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

Mr_Shab said :

Is it just me, or does this post bring to mind the image of a dirty, wild-haired, wild-eyed, shabbily coated man standing on a box at speakers’ corner; ranting about how the satellites are stealing his thoughts?

I miss the guy screaming near that chrome cushion in Civic possibly more than I miss johnboy.

Mostly because johnboy never walked up to me to say that you could uncover the lizard people by closing one eye and squinting through the bottom of a pintglass.

Is it just me, or does this post bring to mind the image of a dirty, wild-haired, wild-eyed, shabbily coated man standing on a box at speakers’ corner; ranting about how the satellites are stealing his thoughts?

Man – Cavalier is the best poster since crazychester. Mind you, her posts at least made some modicum of sense (grammatically, if not otherwise).

Keep posting. Your hissy fits brighten my day.

eels up inside ya
finding electrons where they can

eels up inside ya
finding electrons where they can

pouring though your mind, through your belly through your anus..

Eels, Eels, Eels, Eels, Eels … (x 17)

eels eels jig it up now

im obsolete i couldn’t give a beep
stagering about on my old man’s feet

im one foot in the grave

now nu rave
now nu rave

its a mash up
by a masher?

elements of the past
and elements of the future
coming at ya
im the hitcher, let me put you in the picture

eels up inside ya
finding electrons where they can
eels up inside ya
finding electrons where they can

elements of the past and the future combined to make something not quite as good as ether…

Absent Diane5:45 am 13 Jun 08

I don’t control your legs.

It’s obviously Vogon poetry.

Thanks for the clarification shiny flu.

Is anyone else disturbed by the reference to a ‘bloodbath of female flatulence’?

Thanks for clearing that up for us shiny. It all seems clear now.

(I actually thought it might have been a post from the guy who writes those gobbledeegook emails)

.

Come one people, it really is crystal as mud.

Cavalier’s post is about how a “Liberal Party Executive” did a really big stinky fart and was voted out of the room because he was a “Fat Bastard.” The fart was so big it “backfired” and everyone was forced back to the “bunker” but the said “Fat Bastard’s” “wife” had her own “campaign” which resulted in a “bloodbath” of female flatulence. This caused a “bell” to “ring” signaling that the “match [was] over” in which the Liberal Party and the ever hebetudinous Cavalier went back to providing fellatio for the “old gaurd.”

QED.

cranky said :

No, fonts is an abbreviated ‘font is’. No possesive at all.

No, fonts is a plural of font. Font’s is an abbreviated ‘font is’

(…next week? Semi-colons, and why people just should not use them. Ever.)

No, fonts is an abbreviated ‘font is’. No possesive at all.

Cranky, that should be “font’s”.

Apostrophe S. As in, belonging to font. It’s apparently a Canberra linguistic thing.

Millennium hand and shrimp*

* Apologies to Terry Pratchett

No, the fonts diferent

All of you have missed the original poster’s very important point.

So have I.

Vic Bitterman7:13 pm 12 Jun 08

My caravan is full of eels.

When good cliches and metaphors go bad……

I hope that the Liberals advertising material for the election makes this much sense.

Purple monkey dishwasher.

ah imhotep, how you make me laugh.

are you invisible? if not you should “look around you”.

(thought I’d get in on the nonsensical jibber jabber)

Sounds like important stuff…

This thread is useless without interpretive dance, and maybe some kind of link back to the original story.

Knock Knock.
Who’s There?
Context…wait no its not…

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