Golly, what a silly Pollie

I don't know what it's like for you guys in the US, but Australia has seriously been cursed with some childish politicians.  Today at a pow wow in the senate, one of our ministers Penny Wong stood her ground about something or other when, I'm not kidding, one of the opposing side made a sound like a cat meowing.  To her credit, she said something along the lines of, 'That's great, mate.  Reverting to school yard politics.'  I won't say the name of this due, but it starts with B, so I'll call him.  He apologised, and said he likes cats.  Please don't piss down my leg and tell me it's raining.  I guess politicians world-wide do that.  He was trying to be offensive.  And he was.  At least he didn't accuse her of being pre-menstrual.  At least he didn't say anything about her sexuality (Minister Wong is openly gay).  I get so sick of seeing grown people carry on like a bunch of bratty kids in the sandbox.  Maybe some of these clowns could take a bucket and spade set, along with a Tonka truck to play with next time Parliament is sitting.  If my kids act like that, I tell them off.  Maybe B's mother didn't tell him off enough, or kick his butt hard enough.

Tomorrow, I'm not rostered on to work so I'm hoping, wishing, and fingers crossed, that I'll get the manuscript of my third novel finished - I'm on the first draft.  Exciting stuff.  Well, to you guys it's probably: So What? We've All Been There; Done That.  To me, it's Exciting Stuff.