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

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...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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