Tea with Omar
this morning punctuated around a dozen times by the jets coming in to land at
Paya Lebar. We had set a ten AM appointment and the meeting needed to be cut short
because of matters pending in old Melbourne town, the two hour time difference adding
squeeze. As usual Omar was a little early, though not as early as the author ensuring
the usual paper shuffle prior. Normally the lads return their jets to base for
lunch in the half hour after eleven; a dozen or more planes tearing the sky to
shreds by no means unusual. News of the arrest of the Bangla terror cell coupled
with the fire-power in the sky would leave the populace securely reassured, by-election currently being contested perhaps coincidental. Dear lord a
racket. The impediment to conversation the least of the matter; one cowered
under the assault and the reminder of what other corners of the world endured pricked the mind.
Late afternoon an item on Australian ABC News reinforced there was no
hope whatever for humanity. Women in politics making for a gentler world? Pah! Forget
Maggie Thatcher, Golda Meir and Indira Gandhi: here was Bronwyn Bishop down in
Canberra giving her valedictory speech to parliament. Former Minister for
Military Materiel; one had forgotten her reported sharp grillings at enquiries. Pictured up on her feet entirely and utterly unconscious of her grossness:
".... Mrs Bishop took an early liking to aviation as the minister for defence material, drawing laughs from the Chamber, when she recalled a story about flying an F-111 fighter jet.
"We did a mock bombing raid, which was lots of fun, we went in low, dropped our pay load, barrel rolled," she said.
"We then came up and the pilot said to me 'would you like a go?' and I said 'would I what!' and so he let me take it.
"We went back, came in for another raid and pulling 4.5 G's, I did the roll and it was just fantastic."
She spoke fondly of her early years in Parliament as a Senate backbencher, where she pioneered an aggressive form of questioning during estimates hearings, as well as her move to the House of Representatives...."
A terrorist hairdresser needed to infiltrate her neighbourhood in coming weeks and let rip on that sprayed birds’ nest pile.
".... Mrs Bishop took an early liking to aviation as the minister for defence material, drawing laughs from the Chamber, when she recalled a story about flying an F-111 fighter jet.
"We did a mock bombing raid, which was lots of fun, we went in low, dropped our pay load, barrel rolled," she said.
"We then came up and the pilot said to me 'would you like a go?' and I said 'would I what!' and so he let me take it.
"We went back, came in for another raid and pulling 4.5 G's, I did the roll and it was just fantastic."
She spoke fondly of her early years in Parliament as a Senate backbencher, where she pioneered an aggressive form of questioning during estimates hearings, as well as her move to the House of Representatives...."
A terrorist hairdresser needed to infiltrate her neighbourhood in coming weeks and let rip on that sprayed birds’ nest pile.
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