02-26-2018, 10:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-26-2018, 11:08 PM by Kharon.
Edit Reason: Bloody keyboard - haf cut again.
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Flabbergasted?
Yes we were; at the performance on the Senate ballroom dance floor as the band played “Believe it if you like” - (a Foxtrot).
The foxtrot is a smooth, progressive dance characterized by long, continuous flowing movements across the dance floor. It is danced to big band (usually vocal) music. The dance is similar in its look to waltz, although the rhythm is in a 44 time signature instead of 34. Developed in the 1910s, the foxtrot reached its height of popularity in the 1930s, and remains practiced today.
“Now we are flabbergasted and bored from morning to night”. That too. But on the bright side, I do have a rather lovely, only partly rusted bridge I could sell the Senate committee attending last evenings gala performance of the “CASA sells a pup” benefit event . That committee is so gullible I could probably jack up my asking price a bit, if I said I’d throw in the new, (government supplied) paint at a discounted price.
What a hoot, what a masterpiece in the art of deception, a triumph of obfuscation and what a stern warning to those who dare to challenge the ‘authority’. Mind you no one did; Oh Patrick threw a few small snowballs (‘no-balls”?) into the gates of hell, which were about as effective as a chocolate fire wall. Then B; (Braces) O’Sullivan, decided the gently lobbed snowballs weren’t working, so he tried peanuts instead. Well, the monkeys loved ‘em, ate ‘em all up and had the courtesy to say thank you, before skipping away, laughing their hats off.
What a bloody shambles; thank the gods there are many months between this episode and the next.
I have just left the BRB crowd, still sitting, dumb struck in their chairs. Once they regain some semblance of normality and the absolute fury subsides into anger against the very committee they supported – I did say supported – in the past tense; I expect their dismay and disgust will be expressed; fully and fluently. I, personally, am inclined not to condense, translate and edit those comments; I may send them along, unedited to the crowd that, one dark night bought the Harbour Bridge and some paint.
But then, I ask myself “would it do any good?”
P7 supplied the answer a couple of weeks ago – rasped out over his first ale; “Forget the Senate committee Son”. If only I’d listened, and asked " why?'. Tonight I asked that very question; the answer, short, terse and pretty much to the point – and verbatim I do quote it. (Nod to Banjo).
“O’Sullivan will be eaten alive by Hood on the Pel Air thing –we tried to brief him – he just wanted to do the talking, lots of, about anything but ". “Patrick will be shooed away by the full force of the CASA first eleven like a silly goose and O’Sullivan will trip over his own boot laces; that’s why” “Now, be a good lad, shut up and get ‘em in, before I die of shame and thirst”.
P2 will, diligently, put up the Hansard video – then, you too may be ‘flabbergasted’ by the brilliant bullshit and the ease with which it was peddled off to a bunch of yokels.
"And Jesus wept"; but not alone, not this night at least.
Selah.
Yes we were; at the performance on the Senate ballroom dance floor as the band played “Believe it if you like” - (a Foxtrot).
The foxtrot is a smooth, progressive dance characterized by long, continuous flowing movements across the dance floor. It is danced to big band (usually vocal) music. The dance is similar in its look to waltz, although the rhythm is in a 44 time signature instead of 34. Developed in the 1910s, the foxtrot reached its height of popularity in the 1930s, and remains practiced today.
“Now we are flabbergasted and bored from morning to night”. That too. But on the bright side, I do have a rather lovely, only partly rusted bridge I could sell the Senate committee attending last evenings gala performance of the “CASA sells a pup” benefit event . That committee is so gullible I could probably jack up my asking price a bit, if I said I’d throw in the new, (government supplied) paint at a discounted price.
What a hoot, what a masterpiece in the art of deception, a triumph of obfuscation and what a stern warning to those who dare to challenge the ‘authority’. Mind you no one did; Oh Patrick threw a few small snowballs (‘no-balls”?) into the gates of hell, which were about as effective as a chocolate fire wall. Then B; (Braces) O’Sullivan, decided the gently lobbed snowballs weren’t working, so he tried peanuts instead. Well, the monkeys loved ‘em, ate ‘em all up and had the courtesy to say thank you, before skipping away, laughing their hats off.
What a bloody shambles; thank the gods there are many months between this episode and the next.
I have just left the BRB crowd, still sitting, dumb struck in their chairs. Once they regain some semblance of normality and the absolute fury subsides into anger against the very committee they supported – I did say supported – in the past tense; I expect their dismay and disgust will be expressed; fully and fluently. I, personally, am inclined not to condense, translate and edit those comments; I may send them along, unedited to the crowd that, one dark night bought the Harbour Bridge and some paint.
But then, I ask myself “would it do any good?”
P7 supplied the answer a couple of weeks ago – rasped out over his first ale; “Forget the Senate committee Son”. If only I’d listened, and asked " why?'. Tonight I asked that very question; the answer, short, terse and pretty much to the point – and verbatim I do quote it. (Nod to Banjo).
“O’Sullivan will be eaten alive by Hood on the Pel Air thing –we tried to brief him – he just wanted to do the talking, lots of, about anything but ". “Patrick will be shooed away by the full force of the CASA first eleven like a silly goose and O’Sullivan will trip over his own boot laces; that’s why” “Now, be a good lad, shut up and get ‘em in, before I die of shame and thirst”.
P2 will, diligently, put up the Hansard video – then, you too may be ‘flabbergasted’ by the brilliant bullshit and the ease with which it was peddled off to a bunch of yokels.
"And Jesus wept"; but not alone, not this night at least.
Selah.