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Feelings can kill such good hard things as love and hate.


Ten. Geilston Bay Road, Geilston Bay. August 2013.

Theme Thursday?

WACKY?

Get this: Tony Abbott is likely to be the Australian Prime Minister this time next week.

There's wacky for you.

My sides are splitting.

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Does he like to play golf? He can come and play with our Pres. Or if he likes to take expensive vacations he can save money and go with ours. Just make sure he likes to read a bill before he passes it.

Funny how there are getting to be fewer and fewer people willing to admit they voted for our Pres. I guess it is good for the recruitment of Independents. Now if all of us Independents could come together as one party then we could get rid of all these yahoos who are career politicians. They are the worst of the bunch. Look at these Dictators who dictate until they die. May we wish upon all these evil Dictators a very short life. And if we could only get career politicians to have a very short political career then we might be okay. Isn't that why they came up with the saying "Off with their heads!" way back when. Then to have to pay them a salary as if they are still in office for the rest of their lives is just insane. We need to get some more insane idiots to vote that one out. And they should only get raises if the people vote for them to get one. But it is our stupidity that allowed them to vote their own raises, wish we could do that for ourselves and then make the companies pay us until we die. That would be awesome.

Happy TT. Hope you have a nice weekend and it starts to warm up a bit for you. Wish I could bottle up some of this heat and send it to you and we could get some of your cool weather.

God bless.
Susan said…
I am happy to brag that I voted for Obama. (But if he would listen to me on matters like education and war, I would be happier today.) Perhaps you'll be happier with Tony Abbott than you can imagine.

Or stop him yet.
Or slap some feelings on it.
Interesting photo.
Kris McCracken said…
There's tension in the ranks.

We've had a few whacky characters turn up in our recent election. One bloke even reckons that he can raise the dead!

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