It’s not funny what has happened to humour. Last week, the great Barry Humphries was punished for speaking his mind. The “ Barry Award “, given to the outstanding comedian of the year at the Melbourne Comedy Festival, will have a name change. It will now be known as the Melbourne International Comedy Festival Award. Apparently, Barry Humphries is too offensive these days. In 2018, he upset the snowflake lefties when he called transgenderism “a fashion” and said, “how many different kinds of lavatory can you have? And it’s pretty evil when it’s preached to children by crazy teachers”. The Festival organisers said “Barry’s comments obviously came into play and they moved things along about. Barry’s comments were hideous. It is good that our awards have a name that any person within the festival and can comfortable about. “
Barry Humphries once said "There is no more terrible fate for a comedian than to be taken seriously."
It seems that fate has had the last laugh. But is there something that can be done? He has two friends who could step in right now. Why haven’t they?
Read more: Dame Edna and Sir Les need to talk back for Barry.
Has Sir David Attenborough gone too far this time? His documentary “ Our Planet “ features a disturbing scene shot from an aerial view that shows Walruses plummeting off a 250 foot high cliff, apparently chased by Polar Bears.It seems that the Polar Bears chased them; or maybe it was because of receding sea levels; maybe they were hungry, had poor eyesight, couldn’t see that the water was a long way down……. Or maybe not.
Maybe it was because they were terrified by the overhead helicopter or plane from which the film crew aimed their cameras? Maybe they stampeded to their deaths in a futile effort to escape the monster overhead?
My money is on the more logical explanation that the stupid idiots in the chopper/plane caused the stampede and it made for a good bit of tragedy to sell the “ Climate Change, Global Warming, We are all going to die in 12 years “ narrative so beloved of the leftie greens.
Attenborough, a man I admired and respected for many years, has gotten to be as trustworthy as Dr Mengele when he said “ Trust me, I’m a Doctor. “
Can one pair of shoes save a Company? It all depends on whose feet the shoes are worn. The right feet can change the fortunes of a struggling brand and so too can a Political or Social ideology surge to popularity if its message is delivered from the mouth of the right person.
We say that it is a modern phenomenon, this brand recognition and marketing strategy that can see a complete transformation, seemingly overnight, from failure to success. The opposite is also true: Bad marketing decisions can see the destruction of a Company faster than a rat up a drainpipe. However, selling a brand is a very old concept. It is only the sophistication of the selling tools that has changed.
The Great Australian Dream. You work your arse off all of your life to make money to provide for your family, provide a home and ensure their future is secure. You pay your taxes and look back with no regrets: a life hard worked and life hard earned.
You didn’t go out for dinner, except for VERY special occasions and you went without that beer or new pair of shoes so that your kids would get to wear the school uniform and have the books that would afford them a sound education.
After years of graft, working long hours and slogging your heart out, you finally reach the end of the road: a freehold house, a secure future, well educated children and the promise of a well deserved and well earned treat.
The blatant and shameless authoritarian power of Government has just been publically played out across the world with no attempt to be subtle.
It is the Truth that is on trial here. Not Julian Assange. Just as it was and is with Tommy Robinson. When Journalists and Citizen Journalists are arrested for doing their job, one has to wonder who is wagging the dog.
Whoever the Master is, holds the life of Julian Assange and the Life of Truth in their hands. That is a chilling prospect.
All over the western world, we are seeing the faces of entire Nations, the history and the future undergo a complete makeover. It is not being done with lipstick, cosmetics or skin treatments at a day spa. It is a surgical transformation. A completely new face.
In my dream, a country at the bottom of the world known only for sheep, fiords and interesting accents had suddenly become front page on the news around the world.
In my dream, a city called Christchurch – say it slowly and in two syllables as separate words, had become the scene of a massacre carried out by an Australian. How bizarre is that? An Aussie shooting Kiwis? In a city where the Rugby Union team is called “The Crusaders? “ At a Mosque? Crazy stuff. But it gets weirder.
Troubled times. Bad times. Times of biblical proportions.
Plagues of Lord knows what... times of trouble and destruction and times to end all times.
What we need is an old fashioned Preacher Man.
Do we already have him?
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Well, I just got some. OK, not lace, but “ sheers” as they are called today. They let you see out the window but no one can see in.
No one can see in. Think about it. Are we going back to an Iron Curtain?
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