The Week of the Dumb-Arse

This would appear to be the Week of the Dumb-Arse.  If I had a desk calendar, I'm sure there would be a notation to this effect. Seriously, they're everywhere.  Dumb-arses.  Take last night's unruly interruption from what appeared to be a Central Casting provided mob on 'Q & A'.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed hearing from the other Yoofs, who could get a point across eloquently and without the need to interrupt their opponent.  Yes, I know Chris Pyne comes across as an old maid who has just been offended in church, but did you think that raucous behaviour was going to help your cause?  What was your cause, anyway?  Does anyone know, or was everyone too gob-smacked by the utter stupidity of your carry-on, and is everyone, like me, living in fear that (sc)Abbott will use that gutter-level behaviour to swoop upon the opportunity like an owl swooping upon a mouse wandering across a wheat field in the night, and deny funding to the ABC?  Think about your actions, kiddies. Please.

Next up in the Imbecilic Cab Rank is whoever decided to ban cigarettes in Queensland gaols.  Given this would probably be someone operating under the auspice of the numbnuts Campbell Newman, I should not be surprised.  Now, I know people out there think prisoners should not be given privileges.  I say privileges should be earned in order to rehabilitate and reduce any chance of recidivism.  In an ideal world, there would be no cigarettes.  But this world is not idea.  Nay, it is a cesspit of fuckwittery much of the time, and banning cigarettes in a prison is an example of this.  Why?  Well, have you ever seen anyone go through nicotine withdrawal?  Can you imagine this happening in an intitution chockers with hardened and potentially violent men?  Surely just leave the ciggies and keep the peace and harmony.

And if you're only now hearing about the street punch-up between James Packer and David Gyngell, let me welcome you back from the Moon.  I hope you're acclimatising to the Earth's gravitational pull okay, without too many ill side effects.  As well as the boganish buffoonery of two grown, middle-aged men who have had more opportunites in life than most of us have had hot dinners acting like common thugs, I dispair at the newspaper that devoted no less than nine, count 'em: NINE, pages to this incident.  There were headlines like 'David vs Goliath'.  Seriously?  David vs Goliath?  How was this a David vs Goliath battle?  As far as I can tell, the adversaries in this battle are similar in build, give or take a few schooners of beer.  Unless, the Goliath reference is because they behaved like a pair of Philistines.  Who wants to see photo upon water-marked photo of James Packer in a pair of trackie daks that thankfully didn't fall down and show an expanse of butt crack in the fracas?  Who else doesn't believe Gyngell's spin that they are still friends?  That ain't warm rain running down your leg, folks, trust me.  The worst job to have at the moment must be the spin doctors to Packer and Gyngell.  But what's really got me grinding the teeth is while the newspaper devoted nine pages to a pair of rich pratts brawling, there was only a tiny article about the 270-odd Nigerian school girls who have been kidnapped with a view to be sold as slaves or wives. 

And people wonder why I get so pissed off?