MELBOURNE is turning on one of its gloriously wondrous spring days, so golf is compulsory. Further examinations of the Karolygate emails will be posted as 18 holes, dinner, a bottle or two and an indolent Bunyip's inclinations allow.
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The morality of Warmists is like a lousy golfer.
ReplyDeleteEverywhere it goes, it runs into a hazard.
… and whenever awarmists are criticised they have a bunker mentality; they have an unexamined but false belief that all Greens are fair; they oppose driving for everyone else but it’s all right for them…
DeleteAh Golf - that strange Celtic rite where you start a walk near a perfectly good bar, belt the bejabers out of a little white thingie and keep repeating the belting until you get back to the bar some time later. Why not forgo the repeated battering of the little white thingie and just go straight to the bar? It would save a lot of time and frustration. But if that's your thing Prof I hope you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteA subliminal conspiracy perhaps can't be called a conspiracy at all, but in concert with green religionists and trash journalists and believe nothing or anything politicians these particular bastards have pushed every single Australians cost of living up significantly. They are a major contributing factor to the desalination plants around the country.
ReplyDeleteThey have contributed significantly to the ridiculous spectacle of useless windfarms with their negligible effect on base load requirements.
But will they kill people who simply cannot afford the fuel they need in winter? Does it extend all the way to manslaughter?
close call that one!
These "warmies " wouldnt be related to the LIEbor Pardee
ReplyDeleteSensational work. This is bigger than Climategate. The "quality" journalists will be all over this.......any time now..........crickets.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding us wage slaves that you are free to tee-off at any time.
ReplyDeleteHowever, days like this can be a problem Prof.
The birds are singing, there is a gentle zephyr of a breeze through the first leaves of spring and all is well with the world.
En route to the course one visualises that satisfying thwack of Persimmon on golf ball, propelling it 250 metres to land gently on the couch-grass mid fairway.
Sadly it rarely goes this way, and inevitably we find sand early in the round.
We then take a little too much sand on the way out into a head-wind which then blows sand back all over us, and, in combination with a fresh coat of SPF15, gives one that lamington feeling.
And that pleasant 28 degrees on the verandah at breakfast is now decidedly hot, and a cocktail of saline sweat, sand and sunscreen is finding it's way into the every increasing number of folds and crevises on one's body.
The bottle of Woolies carbonated apple drink affords no relief when it sprays sugary beverage all over you and your golf racquets, rendering everything irreparably gluey.
The demeanour deteriorates, as does the technique, and the day ends in tears.
Hopefully your day was better, but, next time it is a corker of a day like this I'll thank you to explain your absence as "lawn-mowing" or "painting" so as not to rub it in.
The Irish Lion
Most amusing TIL. Just off to build a pergola.
DeletePergola?
DeleteI assume that is a euphemism for fishing?
The Irish Lion
Loving this. And thank you. I comment elsewhere and during the course of the week lamented the likes of Hamilton, Karoly et al determining industry policy. Frauds that have never run anything like a business in their lives. I will link Karolygate where appropriate tomorrow. Good, very good work Prof Bunyip.
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