Wednesday, May 4, 2016

War of the Worlds Till Doomsday (Aug24 ✅)




Tea with Omar this morning was punctuated around a dozen times by the jets coming in to land at Paya Lebar. We had set a 10AM appointment and the meeting needed to be cut short because of matters pending in old Melbourne town, two hour time diff 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 properly reassured, by-election currently being contested perhaps coincidental. Dear lord the racket. The impediment to conversation was the least of the matter; one cowered wincing at the reminder what other corners of the world endured.
Late afternoon an item on Australian ABC News reinforced the dire position of humanity. Women in politics making for a gentler world? Pah! Forget Maggie Thatch, Golda Meir and Mrs Gandhi: here was Bronwyn Bishop down in Canberra giving her valedictory speech to parliament. Former Minister for Military Materiel; one had forgotten her reported grillings at enquiries. Pictured up on her feet, entirely unconscious of her grotesquerie:

".... 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
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A terrorist hairdresser needed to infiltrate her neighbourhood coming weeks and let rip on that sprayed birds’ nest pile.




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