What a great fool - for a ''great negotiator''!
It did not take the Labor / Gillard oligarchical kindergarten kops long to create a series of humiliations for the great party of the left.
I am now reduced to misspelt onomatopoeic alliteration to demonstrate with poetic licence - to prove that this wonderful negotiator whom the self - serving Independents / Greens and the apparatchiks / faceless / faction - laden men who merely hours ago proudly gave their support to - messed up big time.
She who is is capable of heroically overseeing 5 catastrophes within mere hours of her decimation of Rudd.
It should have been the low - point of her career - and typically we have been lulled by the left - still lauding her as a hero of the proletariat!
I ask: what role did she and / or Labor factional heavies play in:
- The inarguable forced resignation of Mark Arbib. How could she think it was a good idea at the time?
- Failing to realize the consequences of approaching Bob Carr for Rudd's job.
- Making yet another unilateral attempt to destroy the nascent solar industry / hot water rebate.
- Japan refusing to lie about their ETS plans. Guaranteed that the cadres of this unique brand of cacophonist communism will not even contemplate any of these words in their ethereal, nether race - to - the bottom world of mediocrity.
- Discussions encouraged by acolytes - as to purge or not to purge Rudd supporters from her inchoate ministry. Remember that the 'purge' concept is strictly communist or medical!
Wait - there is the sickening contemplation of what this unilateral government acting with unsurpassed, unalloyed, ululating and unreconstructed foolishness, can still unreservedly, nay proudly destroy industries.
The power firms face a $4 bn slug which they will pass on to consumers and business - which make products / supply services which other businesses use or need , and these people will then pass it all on to consumers. - ad - continuum!
Oh - that is not where it ends.
Soon even this economically illiterate, irrational mob will realize that their grand, proud, socialist plan for ever - increasing 'carbon' imposts will ensure they cannot even pretend to be able to compensate anyone!
They will have to admit that it is all a puerile, pathetic attempt at redistribution of wealth - by destroying wealth! With Vietnam connotations intended!
By this time these will be out of office - and history will surely have trouble recording their hundreds of catastrophes.
Contemplate what they say, what they do, what they deny that they said or did,what they fail to finish, what they seek to impugn, what they fail to do, what excuses they proffer for all of the above.
And through it all - the enquiries - which they generate only to ignore the results of the hapless bureaucrats who merely try to guess what is wanted of them!
I guess they glibly do all this thinking no - one will believe the message in a bottle.
A classical, unique world of multi - layered, genuine conspiracies.
Oh - and the ultimate perversity of it all? I have not had to make a real attempt at listing their asinine ideas.
the reader will have to comply it in the annals / windmills of their mind.
GS
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Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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onomatopoeic - definition of onomatopoeic by the Free Online ...
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ul·u·late (
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intr.v. ul·u·lat·ed, ul·u·lat·ing, ul·u·lates
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Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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To howl, wail, or lament loudly.
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purge (pûrj)
v. purged, purg·ing, purg·es
v.tr.
1.
a. To free from impurities; purify.
b. To remove (impurities and other elements) by or as if by cleansing.
2. To rid of sin, guilt, or defilement.
3. Law To clear (a person) of a charge or an imputation. Often used with respect to contempt of court.
4.
a. To rid (a nation or political party, for example) of people considered undesirable.
b. To get rid of (people considered undesirable). See Synonyms at eliminate.
5. Medicine
a. To cause evacuation of (the bowels).
b. To induce evacuation of the bowels in (an individual).
v.intr.
1. To become pure or clean.
2. Medicine To undergo or cause an emptying of the bowels.
n.
1. The act or process of purging.
2. Something that purges, especially a medicinal purgative.
[Middle English purgen, from Old French purgier, from Latin p
rgre, from prus, pure; see peu- in Indo-European roots.]
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Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Send “Windmills of Your Mind” Ringtone to Your Cell
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