Borisconi may see himself as a latter-day Thatcher. His hair probably has as much product in it as hers. But that is where the comparison ends. Thatcher was never one for turning. Borisconi has changed wives/ girlfriends only a little less than he has changed his mind. And like him, formally, simultaneously maintaining more than one wife/ girlfriend, so too he can simultaneously maintain more than one position on any single principle.
Australia has arguably the world’s most diverse and abundant supply of energy, with the exception of Tsar Vlad’s empire. But somehow, this abundance has gone pear-shaped this week
It wasn’t a successful trip. Emperor Xi’s Minister for Foreign Affairs, Mr. Wang Yi, had booked an all-expenses paid tour of eight sunny, friendly Pacific Islands. The factor 50 sunscreen and Emperor Xi-emblazoned budgie smugglers had been packed, and the Out of Office message switched to ‘on’.
Notwithstanding all the money spent, all the hours worked and all of the collective thinking, the Teals were so successful in the election that they failed.
Wednesday’s 4% fall on Wall Street was not caused by the rumour that so-called ‘Teal’ candidates had formed a political party and might win a majority in tomorrow’s Australian election.
Why do Australian petrol prices (‘at the pump’) sometimes rise faster than the price of oil? The answer lies in something called, the crack spread.
Finland is expected apply to join NATO next week. NATO will accept. Tsar Vlad will get grumpy and rattle his rusty sabre.
Whilst NATO’s current borders with Russia are tiny, Finland adds a further 1,340 kilometres. Thus, Tsar Vlad’s desire to curb the expansion of NATO by invading Ukraine has achieved the exact opposite, and gone down his gold-plated toilet.
The Chief Teller of the Reserve Bank didn’t fall on his sword, as he might when he raised interest rates by 0.25% points on Tuesday. After all, he did say last year that rates wouldn’t rise until 2024. Only missed by, well, two years.
With headlines normally reserved for the death of a princess (or the marriage of one), the media feverishly leapt on Wednesday’s news that Australia’s inflation hit 5.1%, the highest since, well, the last time it was this high.
Wry & Dry chose sorting his sock drawer over watching the first election debate between PM Jimmy Morrison and Wannabee PM Albo. And having read the media reports on the wordfest, he senses he made the right decision. And is moved to ask the question, “Is this is as good as it gets?”
For O’Bama, it’s always been about O’Bama, forget anybody else in the room. For Sleepy Joe, gotta hang in there, old man. No matter who actually makes decisions for you. Just gotta last until November 2024.
Kamala Harris has the removalists on standby.
Solomon Islands? Where? Not since former Minister Julie Bishop, Cinderella-like, lost a left Jimmy Choo shoe somewhere in London has there been so much activity in the Department of Foreign Affairs.
The polls are showing that Jodie Haydon will soon be measuring up the curtains in The Lodge. But Jenny Morrison likes living in The Lodge, and so she has given Jimmy the task of winning the election. Jimmy cannot possibly go home to an unhappy Jenny. What to do?
The Chief Teller of the US central bank hoisted US interest rates by a modest 0.25 of a percentage point. But no-one in the US is asking the US government to save them from this inflation. There are no demands for tax cuts to relieve ‘cost-of-living’ pressure. However, Australia is not only in another hemisphere, it is also on another planet.
Admiral-General Morrison is hardly the very model of a modern Major-General. With little knowledge, one suspects, of “…information vegetable, animal and mineral”. Only of what needs to be done to win an election.
Those born after about 1989 have enjoyed, more or less, an Elysian view of the world. An epic and chronic problem is… an internet outage for an hour. And then along came Tsar Vlad. His invasion of Ukraine is epic and its consequences will be chronic.
It’s not about NATO. Or the EU. It’s about an old man, soon to be 70, the object of whose belief was shattered 21 years ago. Who now seeks to rebuild something in which he can believe. No matter the cost.
Mrs. Jimmy Morrison gave a soft interview on a normally hard-edged (if tabloid) television programme. Wry & Dry was surprised that the soundtrack from the Ten Commandments wasn’t played. Or a clip from Happy Days not shown.
Textgate is yet another traitorous brain fade from Barnaby. Critically, it now gives the compilers of the Oxford English Dictionary the opportunity to insert “Barnaby” into the lexicon. As a noun; in the manner of “Quisling”.
For PM Jimmy Morrison 2022 will be the Year of the RAT. That clever pathology device – with easy-to-read instructions and yielding a result within 15 minutes – will be his downfall. Or, rather, the inability to provide plenty enough, soon enough, to voters who have had enough.
Wry & Dry looks back at a year highlighted by the suffocating imposition of Chairman Dan’s view of freedom and PM Jimmy Morrison’s ability to never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity to show sound judgement. There were also Princess Princess, Barnaby, Croesus Turnbull, Macron de Gaulle, Borisconi, Emperor Xi, Tsar Vlad, Sultan Recep, […]