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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!
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
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".
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!!
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.
Roddy said…
Is the plant a honeysuckle of some kind? It has the appearance of something akin.
Magpie said…
It's sad to say, but I think it's a requirement these days.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, I've had my fill of pollies and we haven't even started the election here in Tasmania!

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