Grotesque Buffoonery on 60 Minutes

Here are some of the things that either creep me out, or gross me out, or make me shudder like a Chihuahua in the rain:

1. People turning their eyelids inside out. *shuddering uncontrollably*

2. Trifle.  This is a fiendish concoction masquerading as a dessert.  It is an amalgamation of just about every food I hate, and the end product presents and smells like a freshly laid bowl of sick.

3. Pavlova.  It consists of meringues which are just the stiffened, sickeningly sugared albumen prone to shattering to diabetic-inducing shrapnel, slathered with yucky cream.  Like the trifle mentioned above, it is something I abhor, and will forego dessert when it is offered on the menu.  (I'm not much of a sweet tooth).

4. Certain aspects of my job ('No, it doesn't matter that you let one rip on my hand as I was washing your backside.  I'm sure I will be perfectly fine once the sprain in my wrist heals.'), and even worse ('No, it doesn't matter that you let one rip as I was pulling up your pants, the torque of which causing me to sustain a whiplash injury'), and let's not forget ('I'll just clean this toilet - hey, wow!  There's a skidmark that looks like the M4!').

5. Frogs.  Disgusting, slimy, green bastards that jump without warning.

6.  Nick Cave.  Dour, humourless, scowling, and a voice like an android.

But none of the above scenarios, on their own or combined, can hold a candle to the sheer grotesque buffoonery displayed by Charles Woolley interviewing New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern in a segment that aired on 60 Minutes last Sunday night.  I don't watch this show, haven't in years, but I heard about the interview so went online to see if it was as bad as they were saying.  It was.  It was just as bad.  He crapped on about the PM's youth and surface desirability.  What about her brains, you horrid, leering fool?  He was the very personification of every sleazy old bottom-pinching dude you ever encountered in your respective lives.  He brought up a point that her unborn child would have been conceived during the election campaign.  Since when did celibacy become a prerequisite to conducting successful election campaigns?

Well done, Woolley, you sleazy old fart.  You left at least 50% of the viewing audience grimacing and reaching for the sick bucket.