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Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.


Penguin rampage! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011.

If it's not flocks of sharks terrorising innocent civilians, it's hordes of penguins!

I see that the US government is claiming that a group of Navy Seals killed nullified Mr Bin Ladin. I'm not so sure.

I have a theory that it was a crack group of rogue Navy Penguins...


Pingüino alboroto! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011.
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ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris...
The quote is so true...so very true!
Your entire post is worthy Of a...LOL!

"I see that the US government is claiming that a group of Navy Seals killed nullified Mr Bin Ladin. I'm not so sure..."
First of all, I'am not a conspiracy theorist, but that picture Of "Osama Bin Laden" dead looks fake...

Most importantly, I only watch International news and they (The host Of political show and their guest are questioning Washington, motives.)

I'am so sorry about the rant!
DeeDee ;-D
4 May 2011 at 13:35
ratatouille's archives said…
Oops! I forgot to mention how beautiful the photographs and penguins are too!
4 May 2011 at 18:05
Carola said…
Kris, is is great. This text, wow. Great photos, great titel.
You should write a book!
4 May 2011 at 21:19
Roddy said…
Having seen The Penguins of Madagasca I can wholly agree with you.
5 May 2011 at 05:49
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I believe that the photograph circulating is indeed a fake. I am bemused by the White House’s comment of “We don't trot out this stuff as trophies”, given the pep rally-like glee that this particular extrajudicial killing has generated.

Carola, we do live in interesting times…

Roddy, they are a crack unit, that’s for sure!
5 May 2011 at 13:44
Roddy said…
You know what is missing don't you?! A pack of Orca's sitting off the beach.
7 May 2011 at 14:07
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