hakimashou posted:

I thought it was funny because you guys have concentration camps for immigrants and horrible poo poo like that and 'stop the boats.'

adamantium|wang posted:

https://twitter.com/tegangeorge/status/837230803574652928

Gorilla Salad posted:

He does have an honours degree in civil engineering, so his horrible painting at least has some grounding in reality


Of course, in its own special way its equally on the nose as anything Trump commissioned where he's swathed in gold and striding forth like an emperor - full of poo poo, just coming from the opposite direction.


EDIT: Holy poo poo, I didn't realise how right I was about Trump's portraits.

Ten Becquerels posted:

The government wants to have the powers to do the same thing Tudge did with ARE VETERANS info - http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-02/government-wants-new-power-to-release-veterans-personal-info/8320268

What the gently caress is going on with all this? Is there an actual endgame here or do they really just want to have something to shut down people thinking about making public criticisms? How can they think this looks like anything besides an insanely unethical mess?

quote:

Labor's Shadow Veteran Affairs Minister Amanda Rishworth said while the Opposition had supported the legislation, it now had "serious concerns".

open24hours posted:

What do they do now if a veteran is making false claims that could be refuted by releasing the information? Show it to a judge and have the court order them to stop/apologise/whatever?

WhiskeyWhiskers posted:

I read it as a question, not a hot take?

What does happen currently if someone criticises defence using false claims? Do they just ignore it?

Konomex posted:

How is SafeSchools even an issue for people? Is it actually people legitimately becoming confused or are there a subset of bigots purposely lying and putting out misinformation about how SafeSchools is teaching children incest and beastiality is wrong and 'oh my god, pre-schoolers shouldn't be learning about putting your dick in a toaster!!'.

Are they that dense? I know they're that dense, but really? How?

Christian Rowan, LNP MP posted:

The most recent Parliamentary Committee report made it very clear, that if a woman in Queensland wants or needs an abortion she can obtain one safely through her doctor.

Lid posted:

Just so everyone know automatism defences NEVER work and never get run for this reason. That this worked at all is insanely rare and a huge what the actual gently caress. This is most likely criminal victim therefore judge didnt care.

Edit: its usually used in cases of sleepwalkers who assault or kill while sleeping.

Les Affaires posted:

Or, if you feel compelled to evaluate it from a Freudian perspective, the wallet represents repressed desire for your mother and the act of taking it is a way to break the taboo's influence on your mind. The aftereffects of this may well be too uncomfortable to bear.

open24hours posted:

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RIP and condolences to the family. A great cartoonist over the years for all the top Australian mastheads including The Bulletin, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Daily-Telegraph-Mirror and The Australian.

The moronic and vile statements posted here by total ignoramuses speaks volumes about the sad state of the nation, which Leak to his credit tried to highlight.

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l didn't like a lot of what he stood for but that is no excuse for kicking down a man who is not here to defend himself and incidentally kicking down his innocent and grieving loved ones. Some people really should be ashamed for themselves.

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Bill nailed the pretentious virtue signalling Green Left hipster caricature perfectly ..Tyrants bullies, smarmy puritans and totalitarian ideologues fear and resent satirical geniuses like Bill .for their irreverent iconoclastic talent and wit...He will always remain an inspiration to me and many others RIP Bill..

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[NAME REDACTED] from a clinical perspective you would be an interesting case study.

Finding sadistic amusement in the death of a private individual who you have an antagonistic attitude to because his work created a controversy over a variety of issues

There is a time and place for everything and this is not the time and this is not the place.

In accordance with the Diagnostic Statistical Manual for Mental Illnesses you have a narcissistic personality disorder.

What happened in your childhood?

If things don't go your way do you resort to the wounded child archetype spitting the dummy.

You have deep seated anger and resentment issues masking your insecurities. Identity Conflicted.

V for Vegas posted:

OTHER THAN THE SEAT COUNT

NPR Journalizard posted:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/elections/wa-election-2017/results/legislative-council/

gently caress me.

Bogan King posted:

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New FDotM

Nanpa posted:

Backpedal complete. With an endorsement of marriage equality as well.

http://www.brewsnews.com.au/2017/03/coopers-cancels-bible-society-commemorative-cans/

Starshark posted:

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My Bill
Daisy Cousens

Daisy Cousens

14 March 2017

2:25 PM

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I met Bill Leak just the once. It was at a dinner party; my old boss at Quadrant Magazine was heading back to England after a wonderful term of service in Australia. He was having a feast at Alegrias Spanish restaurant in Balmain. Officially his Editorial Assistant, I preferred to call myself ‘John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday’. It sounded very ‘naughty secretary’, and was a conscious snub to the feminist left (for whom I always seek new ways to irritate). I arrived first, of course, to make sure all was well with the booking, and to take care of any early arrivals.

Decked to the nines as usual, manoeuvring my way into the private dining room in my pencil skirt and teetering heels, quietly fretting over whether my lipstick was bleeding, I met John’s first guest. A gentleman by the name of Peter Smith; journalist and commentator, with a charming smile and open demeanour. As we went through the usual small talk, another guest walked through the door. He was a tall, wiry man, with short silver hair and a startlingly handsome face. He carried himself with an air of someone perpetually searching; be it for coffee, company, or perhaps something more ethereal. But what struck me were his anxious eyes. This was a man with many secrets.

“Am I in the right place?” he queried.

“John O’Sullivan’s farewell dinner?” I replied.

“Yes!” he replied, relief flooding his somewhat-weathered face. “Hi,” he continued, extending his hand. “I’m Bill.”

“Bill,” I thought to myself. I quickly ran over the guest list in my head; Helen, Tim, two Peters, John and Keith of course – I knew who this was.

“Bill Leak?” I replied, my voice embarrassingly high. “Hel – hello! So nice to meet you! I’m Daisy…John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday.”

“’John O’Sullivan’s Girl Friday?’” he repeated, his face amused and pleased. “What a wonderful way to introduce yourself!”

I laughed, nobody had ever had that reaction to my unofficial title before. I usually got looks of bewilderment at best.

I very much knew of Bill Leak. John spoke of him often, always with fondness and respect. I had included him on group emails, put him on guest lists, and of course, had heard about that particular cartoon. He seemed a man of great prestige, intellect, and daring, all of which he was, but not in the way I expected. I had anticipated a rather wizened, perhaps balding man of about seventy, a recluse with an air of cynicism. This was a gentleman, whose handsome face and unstudied smile left me strangely weak. This was Bill Leak. And I was pleased.

“Won’t you sit down? I offered.

“Thank you,” he replied. He sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but stare. There was a presence about this man, a sharp wit and effortless charisma. But above all, there was kindness. I could tell by the generosity with which he gave of his energy. There was nothing pretentious, nothing fabricated. The easy charm created conversations as easily as a snuffed candle created smoke. He was an artist, after all, genuinely interested in everything humanity had to offer. Always interested, always observing. And always thinking. I could see it in his eyes, still anxious, but less so now.

We talked all night. Islam, immigration, feminism, feminism again, the Liberal Party, much about Donald Trump, once more, my anger at third-wave feminists for neglecting the truly needy in countries under Islamic rule. All our views were shared commodities, there was not a topic we disagreed on. In the hours I knew him, I realised he was unique. A precious intellect, and an earnestness in everything he said and did.

I brought up the cartoon. I could tell it was always burning the back of his brain. And I was curious.

“You know, Bill,” I said, late into the evening. Neither one of us had been drinking, this conversation was unclouded. “I cannot, for the life me, work out why people had that reaction to your cartoon.”

Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Daisy,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?”

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Simple words, but he could sense my despair and confusion behind them. He paused. “I can, Agent Starling,” he began. He did not shy away. This experience was such that it shrouded his every moment. “Have you ever heard of a Freudian theory called ‘negation’?”

Bogan King posted:

https://twitter.com/jason_a_w/status/842115666136129536

Starshark posted:

Again with Kenny and the dog-loving. Why doesn't anyone talk about all the dogs he DIDN'T gently caress?

I would blow Dane Cook posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XpDQp0Yfc0

Here's a blast from the past for you.

JBP posted:

I don't think it's appropriate for any of those professions to be looking at dead bodies while on the train.

Capt.Whorebags posted:

Bill's legacy lives on.

Laserface posted:

Legal advice requested. TL;DR at the bottom