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^^^ Geez, how the gently caress do they think they're going to win on that one? "We want to gently caress over ARE DIGGERS". Yep. Good optics right there. Jonah Galtberg posted:NSW is definitely not California and WA is Arizona not Texas Yeah, seriously, where's the Austin in WA? WHERE?!??
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Mar 2, 2017 14:56
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So this article might seem like it's come out a bit late, but it looks like the ABC were waiting for the results of some FOI requests before running this particular story. http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-03/centrelink-debt-controversy-what-is-robodebt/8317764 The result? quote:Background Briefing filed a freedom of information request to find out how many people were asking for an online reassessment or a formal review of their debt. quote:The department also refused to provide numbers on how much money had been paid back to date. So there you are. FOI requests: Just say whatever the gently caress you want.
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Mar 3, 2017 00:12
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Periphery posted:Stupid question: Is there an ombudsman you can complain to about centrelink? http://www.ombudsman.gov.au/news-and-media/centrelink-complaints
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Mar 3, 2017 09:12
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JBP posted:I raised this at a union council meeting a few years ago and people laughed at me and then started riffing on me about robots. How can you look at supermarkets and factories in the last ten years and laugh off automation?
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Mar 3, 2017 16:59
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So I hear Joyce really wowed 'em on The Project.
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Mar 4, 2017 05:30
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JBP posted:I added it. Well, don't. If you want to use that word go to the GBS thread. You can get a free av cert if you use there often enough.
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Mar 7, 2017 05:02
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It's the only thing their last 100 000 readers give a poo poo about.
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Mar 9, 2017 22:50
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Does anyone know where Leak is going to be buried? I have to take a piss.
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Mar 10, 2017 04:25
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So this is from a friend of mine who's a Labor councillor:quote:Napoleon famously said: “Never interfere with your enemy when he (or she in this case) is making a mistake.” PHON is tearing itself apart in WA ATM. Protesters are just giving her oxygen as victim. #strategicallydumb Yeah rack off grand dad protest tells people they're bad and tells other people not to follow the bad people. If we did things your way Hanson would be PM by now. (Every time there's a protest he tuts on fb - I'm not sure what he sees in the Union movement. Maybe he just likes the barbecues?)
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Mar 10, 2017 11:15
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Tarantula posted:Quick Nestart question for people in the know, is jury duty a valid reason for not going to see Max (un)employment? Because I told them as soon as I was able that I couldn't make an appointment because of it but now my payments have been cut off. I can't imagine jury duty is an invalid excuse. http://guides.dss.gov.au/guide-social-security-law/3/2/11/40 quote:Undertaking jury duty Hopefully this will be easy to fix up, at least you know where you can point C'link to.
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Mar 10, 2017 12:46
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Tarantula posted:Thanks for that my google fu on this was sickly weak. I used to work for those loving bastards so I have a little experience in tracking down exemptions.
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Mar 10, 2017 12:54
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One Nation gets surprise win HEH TAKE THAT YOU SHOULD'VE REACHED OUT TO THESE PEOPLE
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Mar 11, 2017 10:26
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If you leftie fuckwit betacucks didn't keep calling Hanson racist all the time, you wouldn't have gotten the massive victory she's enjoying today. Protesting just gives her more oxygen - keep it up! Bad day to be a leftist.
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Mar 12, 2017 02:33
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quote:She also said she was proud of her party's efforts in spite of the result. So Hanson obviously hasn't learned from her 1998 campaign. BE READY
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Mar 12, 2017 03:52
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http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-13/man-fined-after-pleading-guilty-to-filming-quokka-attack/8349474quote:She said since the incident James has suffered "intense social criticism", threats to his own safety and had lost his job because his employer could not guarantee his safety. Suck poo poo.
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Mar 13, 2017 07:55
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There's not only people who get paid to come up with this poo poo, they get paid even if you never use their idea. Think about that next time you do an honest day's work.
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Mar 13, 2017 12:39
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Flat White My Bill Daisy Cousens Daisy Cousens 14 March 2017 2:25 PM 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’?” I said I hadn’t. He continued. “Freud uses the example of a mother who does not really love her child. Her outward behaviour would be to shower the child with love, praise, presents, and endless affection. But it’s all a lie; an act to cover up what her total disconnect with her child. She is compensating, masking her indifference as best she can, not just from other people, but herself.” “So you mean,” I continued as his voice trailed off, “that those who were outraged, who became histrionic, who damned you to hell and back, actually knew you were telling the truth?” “Yes,” he nodded slowly. “Not only that, they were aware of their own bigotry. And it scared them. So, as those sorts of people inevitably do, they lashed out. And I copped the full weight of their hatefulness.” I was stunned. This was my theory of the noisy, hypocritical, regressive left; that their emphatic insistence on tolerance, empathy, and diversity was all a sham. That actually, given their blind intolerance of anyone with a different opinion, all the very worst bigots, homophobes, racists, misogynists, and every other label they had so unjustly ascribed to Bill, were on the left. Bill, an artist who had suffered so incredibly, would be more aware than anyone of the human condition; its excesses, its beauty, but above all, it’s failures. That was how he could so perfectly capture a feeling, a frustration, a truth that needed to be told, with just a few strokes of his brush. And most importantly, he dared to tell it. He was unique in his courage. And I was besotted. He had to leave early. He hugged me, that smile etched into his face. “Daisy, so, so wonderful to meet you,” he said. ‘You’ll go far, my girl.” And with that, he was gone. My disappointment to see him leave surprised me. From that encounter, just a few hours long, I was somehow changed. To spend time with Bill Leak, however painfully brief, was to encounter something you do not find anywhere else. And you are blessed to have known it. There was the car trip. On the way back from Canberra, with me as his passenger, Nick Cater received a call. Satisfied from a wonderful couple of days at Menzies, but half asleep, I registered Bill’s voice on the phone. He sounded joyous; there was none of the hidden anguish I had heard that night at dinner. He was speaking of his upcoming book launch. I had delighted in the title when he told me at dinner, with determination in his anxious eyes. I am a provocateur. I make it my business to trigger snowflakes. ‘Trigger Warning’ suited me just fine. I laughed at something Bill said; he was on loudspeaker, and he heard. “Who’s that in the car with you?” he asked. “It’s Daisy,” Nick replied. I expected Bill to ask my last name. He didn’t. “Daisy? Beautiful Daisy?” he exclaimed. “Yep, beautiful Daisy,” Nick repeated. “Yes, yes it’s me!” I replied. “Beautiful Daisy, beautiful girl!” he continued. “How are you?” “I’m well,” I answered, suddenly wide awake. “And I’m excited for your launch.” “Me too!” he said gleefully. The book launch arrived. I was late. I could only stay for about forty-five minutes. The room was packed, and all were buzzing. I thought to myself that Bill must be the most popular man in Sydney, at least among conservatives I saw Bill from a distance, he seemed to be checking his phone. I could have gone to him, congratulated him, told him how overjoyed I was he’d done it. He’d won. But the crowd closed too quickly. I was nervous about staying too long, so I let the opening slip. The speeches started. Shifting from foot to foot, I waited for Bill’s, checking the time every two minutes or so. Bill finally began; he joked, we all laughed. I was amazed he could still laugh like that. Bill was a pioneer for me; silly little me, who has suffered a fraction of the harassment he has but who shamefully cries with frustration, all the time, when it happens. Time was up. I scurried towards the elevator, hoping the clip clop of my most immobile heels wouldn’t interrupt the great man. I took one last look at Bill as the elevator doors closed. His face disappeared. Friday. Lunchtime. I was chatting animatedly with my friend Rick on my lunchbreak, glowing with pride over my appearance on The Bolt Report a few nights prior, purring with self-satisfaction. My phone dinged; it was a friend, Caleb Bond, in Adelaide. “Oh my God. Bill Leak is dead,” read the text. “What?!” I exclaimed, my voice little more than a squeak. “What’s wrong?” said Rick, instantly worried. I said nothing, just showed him my phone screen. His face paled. The noise of the food court dulled. All I could hear was the vacuum of quiet shock; the kind that only comes with catastrophe. My face grew hot. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I blinked them away; not here. I tried to go back to work. I couldn’t concentrate. Instead I put on my sunglasses and walked the CBD. Tears were falling down my cheeks, barely masked by the dark lenses. It was only then I realised the profound effect this good, kind, courageous soul had had on me. He should have been a big part of my life; a mentor, a guide. I will always regret that moment I left the launch.
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Mar 14, 2017 11:22
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I Wanted Leak to be My Daddy but I Didn't Get Enough Surgery by Daisy Cousens
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Mar 14, 2017 11:57
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Please "Leak" on me Dead Bill by Daisy Cousens
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Mar 14, 2017 11:58
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I must admit I don't understand. Is the Spectator actually embarrassed, and if so, why didn't they catch it before it was published?
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Mar 14, 2017 12:59
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I would blow Dane Cook posted:A former Liberal Party MP championed by Tony Abbott has accused the former prime minister of disloyalty and says his description of her "sex appeal" damaged her credibility. something something leopard party something something didn't expect to get attacked by leopard
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Mar 14, 2017 23:12
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Milky Moor posted:bolt's written like 3-4 terrible pieces on the evil leftists (such as the ABC) abusing bill leak and his legacy We've ripped on Bolt's looks thousands of times, do you want us to do it ad infinitum just to make sure we meet out gender balance quota?
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Mar 15, 2017 06:45
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Gotta say, it warms my black heart to see these WA frontbenchers lose their seats.
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Mar 15, 2017 22:42
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JBP posted:Bill Leak died lmao He will forever be remembered as being owned by Triggs.
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Mar 17, 2017 08:21
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Leak is sucking balls in Hell. LOL
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Mar 17, 2017 08:32
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hiddenmovement posted:I feel bad making GBS threads on someone that probably had lasting damage from a serious head injury. Surely there are enablers that should be mocked first. Prove that the brain injury caused him to be a poo poo person.
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Mar 17, 2017 09:40
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freebooter posted:I reckon Turnbull can get away with going to the funeral and praising him because it may piss off the left and appease Sky News and the Australian, but it goes over the heads of 95% of ordinary Australian swing voters who don't know who Leak is and don't care. It's just more culture war poo poo. Some people on the right think if they let up for even a second they'll have to host gay Muslim disabled dwarf orgies in their living rooms.
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Mar 17, 2017 11:53
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 Again with Kenny and the dog-loving. Why doesn't anyone talk about all the dogs he DIDN'T gently caress?
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Mar 17, 2017 15:02
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EoinCannon posted:Pretty sure he's Catholic He went to Jesuit schools for whatever that's worth. I don't even know if Jesuits are a sub-Catholic faith, I can't keep up with all these schisms.
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Mar 18, 2017 10:30
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I would blow Dane Cook posted:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XpDQp0Yfc0 I wonder if that song is on the 'net anywhere. It was pretty funny.
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Mar 18, 2017 11:00
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That's the good stuff.
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Mar 18, 2017 11:25
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norp posted:Assuming it's within margin of error? Yeah, I think it's this. Probably just hearing 'Snowy river' makes people horny. STRAYA
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Mar 19, 2017 12:32
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I didn't know JB was under the gun, I buy lots of dvds from them. E: Online, that is. Haven't been in a store in months.
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Mar 22, 2017 04:49
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quote:I’m unemployed and ashamed. The idea that people don’t want to work is a ridiculous myth My unemployed stigma story: Kid living next door to me in a shed in someone's back yard, is 18, no skills because dad's a drunk and he's had an unstable home life, at risk of being even more homeless because dad's a drunk and keeps loving it up for everyone, lives in a town (Newcastle) with a youth unemployment often at 20% and sometimes is as high as 32% (can't find up to date figures but I'm banking it's around 20% or 15% at least)... ... Called 'too lazy to work'.
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Mar 22, 2017 04:59
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Hahaha kiss my rear end you fuckwit.
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Mar 23, 2017 00:24
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I'm trying to figure out how someone looking at bodies on a phone leads to police swarming a station and coming up short. Now that time I was on the train and that guy was cutting himself open - THAT I understand!
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Mar 23, 2017 00:57
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Well, strike that pin.
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Mar 23, 2017 16:22
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https://twitter.com/1petermartin/status/845159059636432896 Checks out.
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