Well, hello, controversy. You’re looking…good? Overnight, another Melbourne Council moved against Australia Day, the new Press Sec spoke old words and a millionaire got a pimple.
Moreland City the latest council to removed Australia Day, feel Malcolm’s wrath.
Take me down to the Moreland City (council), where the streets are trendy, and rhetoric divisive. Take, me, etc. The greater council that steers Brunswick and all near it has joined the Potemkin coalition of rogue councils to rail against Australia Day, voting in favour to remove all reference to it on January 26. They will, however, unlike the Yarra Council, will look to continue citizenship ceremonies on the same date.
Not that it matters a solitary jot, considering the volume of the booming voice from the Eye of Sauron above Canberra last time a Melbourne council pulled the same stunt: “Values”…”UnAustralian” forging the ring of exclusion, dismembering the Yarra and Darebin mob’s ability to make new citizens.
Socialist Alliance councillor Sue Bolton derided the celebration, pointing out that you wouldn’t pop bottles for the Holocaust. Which, is entirely true, and while it might rankle some, what with the angle of the hyperbole, it’s fairly on the mark.
New Press Secretary carries on with the legacy of the mooch.
The White House Press Secretary is the same role that everyone has in their workplace. The one that no-one wants to do, so HR just continually hires the same type, so the endless stream of awkward break room encounters may continue in perpetuity. So it went with Spicer and Scaramucci as it does with Huckabee, with the newly minted press secretary calling for the head of journalist who had the stones to make the connection between Donald Trump and the White Supremacy movement.
🚨The White House press secretary, from the podium, calls for a media company to fire a commentator over her criticism of the president. 🚨 pic.twitter.com/CEJggX8WNn
— Matthew Gertz (@MattGertz) September 13, 2017
Continuity is beautiful, but I miss the mooch. He was identical, sure. But he had sunglasses, and that made him different.
Footballer misses Champions League tie with pimple.
As a fan of football (and those buff metallic arms that build cars, phwoar I would), you are often derided for the apparent lack of toughness, or balance the multi-millionaires who play the game possess. Those speculations are entirely unfounded, much in the same vein that wrestling is absolutely real.
That being said, Marco Asensio, the heir-apparent to the immaculate preening uberdouchecanoe, Christiano Ronaldo, was marked absent in a Champions League tie overnight, primarily due to the Vesuvius scale dermatological horror that erupted on his shin. Put simply, poor Marco has a pimple.
1956: Man City keeper Bert Trautmann breaks his neck, plays rest of match
2017: Marco Asensio out due to infected pimple from shaving legs pic.twitter.com/e9lVLUZoEG
— 8 Fact Football (@8Fact_Footballl) September 13, 2017
Oh, to be that pimple.
Just to close on dispelling this whole soccer players fall down bit, think of it this way. They’re rather rich, and you nary see hedge-fund managers having to negotiate the market, in concert with their poorly paid workforce attempting to leave a lasting print in their thigh. Moreover, I can see why they do it. Earn more, fall down more. I mean the local equivalent is Rugby League, where people get paid (less) for being dropped on their head, and running into the shoulders of the largest man-wall you can find.
Work smarter, not harder, yo.
The Top 5 Tweets from Overnight
Getting dressed in the dark is alpha pic.twitter.com/TLZnP5cDFe
— Patrick Monahan (@pattymo) September 13, 2017
if gay marry legal will all existing mums and dads disappear into a vortex
— Aus Gov Just Googled (@GovGoogles) September 13, 2017
That is quite literally the opposite of loving and respecting people for who they are, dude. https://t.co/ewL4I2QY1E
— Melanie Bracewell (@meladoodle) September 13, 2017
let’s be very clear here. hillary clinton has every right to write a book about the 2016 campaign. but she should be doing it from prison
— Sam 🐫 Kriss (@sam_kriss) September 13, 2017
It’s 2056 and I’m at the wedding between my son and his Xbox-SUCC. They play “All My Friends” early to make me happy. I assure you, I am not
— Jeremy D. Larson (@jeremydlarson) September 12, 2017