come on, have yourself a look
I'm proud of my shop
almost everything is from overseas
you won't find a better selection
You'd want someone who could pick out the cringe, the unease. Frizzell, perhaps, or Janice Gill.
Such an amazing song, the sense of underlying wrongness in it gives me the creeps every time... "White Valiant" does that brilliantly too.
Lyrics - Don McGlashan, Your Window
I run by a string of houses,
Laid out like a string of pearls,
In each house there's a room,
And in each room there's a girl that I don't know, and it's as if
they've left their windows open for me
Artwork: prison self-portrait of Malcolm Rewa
The way I see it, two things fucked Rudd in the end. The first is that he's just not very likeable or charismatic. His calm, reasonable slightly nerdy persona worked fine as an anti-Howard (which is all that was needed to win the election), but he's no good at inspiring or selling potentially unpopular policy, especially in the face of the rabid Aussie media. The second is the mining tax. The extent of the smear campaign launched by the mining lobby is staggering-EVERY ad break features highly emotive ads telling us how the the tax is about to fuck over WORKING AUSTRALIANS. And in places like where I am now (whyalla, a steel/iron ore town in SA) the public have swallowed it wholesale.
It really is a triumph of bullying and spin over substance.
A couple more things- I doubt most of the public cares that much about the refugee issue no matter how the media and opposition whip it up. And Tony Abbot deserves zero credit for the Libs fortunes- in fact I'd say if Turnbull or Hockey were in charge the Libs would waltz in, but a BIG chunk of the population still hate Abbott.
In Bruges Deserves a mention too for these pearlers:
Ken: Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Jimmy: She's ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken: I was not aware that there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Jimmy: You just have to look in the right places... brothels are good.
Ken: Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Jimmy: Thank you.
Ray: What are they doing over there? They're filming something. They're filming midgets!
Ken: Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny. I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt. And the only thing that's going to change is that you're going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Ray: One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal.
Ken: We shall strike a balance between culture and fun.
Ray: Somehow I believe, Ken, that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture, like a big fat fucking retarded fucking black girl on a see-saw opposite... a dwarf.
Ken: [standing up to leave and picking up his coat] Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf. I think I'm heading home.
Ray: I saw your midget today. Little prick didn't even say hello.
Chlo: Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.
Ray: What's that?
Ray: Um, horse tranquilizer.
Ray: Horse tranquilizer? Where'd he get that?
Chlo: I sold it to him.
Ray: You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!
Tarantino or Guy Ritchie anyone? Take all the quotable lines out of Pulp Fiction, Snatch, or Lock Stock... and you'd be left with silent movies.
Edit: realised only Snatch makes it into the 10 year qualification. Still:
Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.
Brick Top: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again?
Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Boris the Blade? As in Boris the Bullet-Dodger?
Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger?
Bullet Tooth Tony: 'Cause he dodges bullets, Avi.
Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Avi's Colleague: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!
Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your fucking Jacobs off.
Brick Top: I don't care if he's Muhammad I'm hard Bruce Lee. You can't change fighters.
Brick Top: You're on thin fucking ice my pedigree chums, and I shall be under it when it breaks. Now, fuck off.
Brick Top: You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you?
Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".
Brick Top: Feed 'em to the pigs, Errol.
Bravo Russel, top form with the update :)
I would be loath to stand with Perigo on this one simply because I don't believe the Australian government filter has anything to do with this, and Perigo is basically taking an opportunistic pot-shot.
As some have mentioned, the internet kiosks in Australian airports are privately run. They are either run for profit by IT firms or ISPs, or provided free for promotional purposes by larger corporates (I believe Optus and Samsung both do this). In either case it is in the interest of both the airport and provider to implement some sort of filtering, it doesn't take a genius to work out that a public space in an airport terminal is NOT an appropriate place to view graphic content, and allowing such would leave the operators open to all sorts of potential mischief and lawsuits. Filtering on public kiosks is the norm rather than the exception, and provides a significant chunk of content filter providers' target market. All thats happened here is that Perigo's site has fallen foul of whatever filter list the Airport uses, probably because of some of the injudicious comments posted by some of it's users. I doubt you'd be able to get on Stormfront.org there either, for the same reason.
I think the Australian government filter is ridiculous, stupid, impractical, and undemocratic, but it has nothing to do with this.
Just saw one of the surviving members of the Taufua family on the evening news... their beach fale business (along with the rest of the village) has been flattenned, and half the family have been killed. Absolutely heartbreaking.
Nice one Gervais!
I moved home last week after four years, the only negative; change the right-hand rule when driving.
My better half told me today that apparently NZ is the only country in the world that persists with that particular rule. Another thing that should be changed. A common currency and open border with Australia would be nice too :)
Nationalism has a lot to answer for really. Why should someone feel either proud or ashamed of their nationality, or race for that matter? After all it's not something that we choose, it's something we are born into. It's only really immigrants who have adopted a new country (and usually worked bloody hard at learning the language, adapting to the new culture etc) who've earned any real right to say that they are proud to be a kiwi/aussie/german etc etc. For the majority of us it's just a fact of our birth. Germans certainly shouldn't feel personal shame because of what the Nazis did- although I can understand their anxiousness to distance themselves from those actions.