In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.

I don't know what kind of tree this is, perhaps someone could enlighten me. Whatever it is, it reminds me of AC/DC.

Which leads me to today's Sunday Top Five: the Top Five AC/DC Songs That Remind Me Of The Tree Above!

5: Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution

4: Jailbreak

3: Can I Sit Next To You Girl?

2: Whole Lotta Rosie

1: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)

Comments

Louis la Vache said…

Your title applies perfectly to the savants that make up the current U.S. Congress!

7 February 2010 at 12:34

ratatouille's archives said…

Kris said,"In politics, stupidity is not a handicap."
lol!!!!

Hi! Kris,
I have no idea what kind of tree that is...but, just like the photograph it's very...beautiful.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

7 February 2010 at 12:35

Sue said…

I would ask Cody, as he is our resident tree expert, having graduated from Conservation and Land Management, where they learn those sort of things...but he is currently studying trees in the Indonesian jungles. In my expert (??) opinion ...it is a very pretty tree...and a very picture.
As for your title...I think stupidity in politics seems to be the norm. I am always reminded of "Yes, Minister".

7 February 2010 at 14:40

Sue said…

Ooops...Insert "pretty" after "and a very" and before "picture".
It is a VERY PRETTY PICTURE!!! haha
I am rather tired today and am feeling a trifle out of sorts!!

7 February 2010 at 14:43

Roddy said…

You have changed your entire blog preface. I thought I was lost. You have certainly gone up market.
If stupidity were a prerequisite in politics then there would be no shortage of candidates. I believe that even I would qualify.

7 February 2010 at 19:43

Roddy said…

Is the plant a honeysuckle of some kind? It has the appearance of something akin.

7 February 2010 at 20:06

Magpie said…

It's sad to say, but I think it's a requirement these days.

8 February 2010 at 03:18

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all, I've had my fill of pollies and we haven't even started the election here in Tasmania!

9 February 2010 at 11:32

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

This will hurt me...

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