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There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.


Shark bait on Bellerive Beach looking west over Sandy Bay. Bellerive, August 2010.

What a miserable day today. The best Sunday Top Five I can come up is My Top Five Things That I Can Say About It:
  • "Sucked in Australia."

  • "Told you so."

  • "Enjoy it."

  • "Dear oh dear."

  • "..."
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smudgeon said…
My initial thought this morning was #5 followed by #4.

Wake me when it's 2013.
22 August 2010 at 16:04
Kris McCracken said…
The people generally get the government that they deserve.
22 August 2010 at 18:09
Roddy said…
What happened in Hobart? Andrew Wilkie? Doesn't Judy's boy get a look in? Come on Greens. See sense and give your preferences the right way!
Sorry Kris, I got carried away.
22 August 2010 at 19:50
Kris McCracken said…
Denision is full of idiots. Franklin is where it's at.
23 August 2010 at 10:06
Julie said…
Your Top 5 just about covers it. I had to admit it but Tassie is way progressive than the state in which I live ... which I am not even prepared to type.
23 August 2010 at 17:56
Kris McCracken said…
Julie, who would have thought Mr Abbott held any attraction whatsoever. One might be forgiven for people not being able to differentiate between state and Federal politics...
23 August 2010 at 18:49
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