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32 Responses to “General Debate Christmas Eve 2007”
I’ve been a bit busy wrapping presents, cooking and all that Mum stuff for the last few days to spare much time to comment here. Getting out of town to visit the rellies for a couple of weeks so won’t be commenting musch for a while either. Happy New Year & don’t hold your breath waiting for anything positive from those politicians.
Christmas good wishes to everyone. There’s an interesting e-mail going round on how to cook the chook or the turk. You cut out a bikini top and bottom for the bird. Have the bird repose on it’s back with it’s wings behind where it’s head used to be and afix the bikini with pins or whatever. That is, after you’ve stuffed your mixture of bay leaves, oregano, bread, garlic, onion etc up it’s bum to full capacity. Baste well while cooking and allow to settle for 20 minutes.
Remove the alfoil bikini and present the bird for carving at the table . Watch for the looks of horror from the staid old oldies as you whisk away the silver salver with a loud ‘voila!’
A Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year to David Farrar, in the first case, for making available his Kiwiblog, a daily must view, and giving us Joe Bloggs, the opportunity to make our contributions. In so doing he has to tolerate the robust debate, which is leading the charge in a return to true democracy.
Seasons Greetings to all the other contributors and their families at this festive time
Lefties have a good rest? That’s all they do. Regurgitating talking points from the 9th floor is hardly work….
Merry Xmas to all apart from Tutae, Sam, and Robinsod. May your Xmas dinner be fly blown.
A big thankyou to most of the contributors to this blog.
It has been an education for me.
I find this place a bit like being at a prop stand in a bar where there are informed people chatting, and just to prove that all is not perfect, there are some useless Labour people, whom I find it best to ignore.
I hope you all enjoy the festive season.
This blog has made a positive difference to me, and I thank all out there who have engaged in thought-provoking positive or constructive debate. I may have lapsed once or twice, but my NYres. is to ignore the trolls and encourage the dolls!
To all of the above – have a great time with your loved ones – Gawd Bless Kiwiblog and all who may sail in her!
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all ‘cross the park,
not a creature was stirring –
‘cept a woman named Clark.
The Ministers were dispatched and told to lay low,
in the hope that ill-feeling would gradually go.
“The public are feasting,” she thought as she scurried,
“They’ll forget the EFB and the way it was hurried.
Competent and popular will again be their perception,
when they forget the motorcade, the painting, and the other deception.
“Mickey’s got money to give to them next year,
It’s their own cash of course, but I’ve nothing to fear.
It’s not like they’ll work it out for themselves,
And there’ll be no one to tell them, thanks to my elves.”
Then all of a sudden there came a great clatter!
She started, but ’twas Winston, mad as a hatter.
“My baubles!” he cried, a sight to behold,
for they’d shattered when he was left out in the cold.
Then out of a blizzard a sorry figure appeared.
‘Twas none other than Dunny, dishevelled and weird.
“I’ve spent my life contorting, so perks I could amass…
and it now it appears my head is lost up my ass!”
“You’re no more use to me,” she said as she strutted.
“They’ll all blame you nuts and your partys’ll be gutted.
“But a few million dollars will put everything right…”
“Indeed!” said a voice, echoing through the night.
Out of the snow came a figure swathed in Armani,
surrounded by a misshappen strange-looking army.
“In two thousand and eight people will finally see!”
said the underwhelming John Key (for indeed it was he).
“They’ll wake up to the fact that although we are hopeless,
we’re their only alternative to your ongoing grossness!”
She sprang t’ward Premier House with a snarl and a roar,
crying “Not bloody likely, they think you’re a bore!
“A fourth term is mine, you’re far far too feeble…
And even if you win, I’ll just make voting illegal!”
Ever noticed how the left wing comentators (hereafter called the LWWs) rarely comment on weekends and seem to have disappeared tonight
This is particularly noticable on Public Address which is of course a haven for the LWWs
So does this mean they have real lives away from their computers or (more likely in my mind ) blog and comment from their bosses machines