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McGreevey Redux

Coming back to the affair of Governor “I am an American knob polisher” McGreevey, has anyone stopped to ask how it came to pass that the Governor of a US state appointed a foreign national as his “homeland security adviser”? I notice that Golan “Heights” Cipel has returned to his family home in Israel.

According to this report on gay.com (yeah, I know, gay.com…) Cipel is a “poet and former tour guide” whose “appointment was widely criticised for [his] lack of experience”.

So, let me see if I have this right: chisel-jawed, impeccably-groomed governor of New Jersey appoints foreign, broad-shouldered, tanned, poet/guide (and alleged Mossad agent) to highly-paid and highly sensitive post in his administration, and the two start going at it like rutting dogs. No-one in the administration makes a fuss. Governor’s wife doesn’t notice when Governor comes home from homeland security meetings with hair all matted with semen. Extortion attempt leads to governor’s resignation and the closet case is then feted as some kind of gay American hero.

Do you think the film rights are still available?

Down-under democracy

Jim, commenting on an earlier post, asks about the electoral system in Australia. He doesn’t know this, but he’s opening a can of worms.

Eh, maybe it’s me, but I’ve always found the parliamentary system better than the strange brew we have in the States.

Here’s my ignorance: UK has a five-year maximum term, and I think Canada’s is five years also. What is it in Australia?

Federal terms are a maximum three years in Oz, but there’s an ongoing debate about whether fixed four-year terms would be a better option. Some states (eg. NSW) have made this change.

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All-American Boypussy

“I am a gay American.” What sort of dumb phraseology is that? Instead of cleverly mixing the patriotic and the homoerotic, it comes across as “Yeah, I take it up the poop-chute, but at least I ain’t no commie.”

New Jersey Governor James McGreevy may well be American, but is he actually gay? Obviously he digs cock, but last time I checked, being “gay” meant having some kind of gay identity, and unless McCreepy has some further revelations about being a drag queen in his spare time, I reckon he’s having a lend by claiming the “gay” tag.

Admittedly, “I am a closet cocksucker American” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, but I think you’ve got to do more than lust after your Israeli Security Adviser’s perfectly-formed bubble butt before you can help yourself to membership of my community.

Meanwhile, rumours are flowing thick and fast that McGreevy was in fact the target of a failed Mossad honeytrap operation. As I understand it, Mossad is placing square-jawed, perfectly tanned, broad-shouldered agents with flawless dental work into the offices of most US politicians, where they will inevitably become involved in sexual relations of one sort or another.

These are the same Mossad operatives you see shadowing the impressive bulk of Ariel Sharon as he moves between KFC, Pizza Hut and the headquarters of the Likud party. Devilishly handsome, physically striking, and expertly trained in hand-to-hand combat, interrogation techniques and swallowing the (kosher) pork sword. Not a gag reflex between the lot of them, and utterly irresistible – if twice-married father-of-two McGreevy was unable to control himself when Golan Cipel bent over to pick up that security report he “accidentally” dropped, who can?

So, Governor McGravy, you’re not gay, you’re just tragic.

[Thanks Bernard]

Lie Detectors

John Howard

The Scrafton allegations continue to dominate federal politics. Scrafton has now undergone a lie detector test which he reckons vindicates his claims, and he’s challenged Howard to do the same.

Howard, not surprisingly, isn’t coming to the polygraph party.

“I will submit myself to the great lie detector test in Australian politics and that is the collective judgment of my fellow Australians,” he said.

OK, fine, but when? Get on with it, you grub, so your “fellow Australians” can have their say.

The Labor Party ought to be having a field day with these allegations. After all, Howard lied his way back into office three years ago – what does that do for (a) his credibility and (b) the legitimacy of the last three years? Howard’s in deep shit: he knows it, we know it, presumably the Labor Party knows it, but what are they doing? Humming and hawing about a new Senate inquiry.

Someone needs to write Latham some angry soundbytes. He needs to call the Prime Minister for what he is – a desperate, double-dealing grub. He lied his way into office in 2001 and he’ll do it again. He should resign. He won’t, of course.

How about this for a political gambit, Mr L? If, after he leaves office, Howard is shown to have deliberately misled the Australian people, Labor will pass special legislation to strip him of his pension, or at least the part of it he earned, illegitimately, in the last three years. If it’s good enough for Richard Butler, it’s good enough for Howard.

That should scare the shit out of Howard and it will be immensely popular with the punters.

Update: There’s excellent op-ed pieces in all the morning papers, and all have pulled out their respective big guns: Michelle Grattan in The Age, Paul Kelly in the Oz and Alan Ramsey in the SMH.

Canada opens the door

The Canadian government has announced that it will cease all opposition to same-sex marriages and will not oppose a hearing to be held in the Supreme Court in October, opening the door to legalisation of same-sex marriages in the nine remaining provinces and territories.

WINNIPEG—The last federal barrier to same-sex marriage and divorce collapsed in dramatic fashion yesterday, with Justice Minister Irwin Cotler offering a blanket assurance that Ottawa will no longer stonewall or resist applications. [Toronto Star]

Same-sex marriage is currently legal in three provinces – Ontario, British Columbia and Québec – and and the Yukon territory.

Apropos of nothing (much)

Somehow this seems the right background music as we witness Howard and his cronies desperately twisting the truth, shifting in their seats and generally trying to bullshit themselves back into power.

Lied der Partei (c. 1950), Ernst Busch. (MP3 file if you want to save a copy)

Lyrics (“The Party, the Party, is always right…”) are in the extended entry. This file will be available for a limited time only.
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Pants on fire

The Prime Minister faces a new assault on his integrity as inconsistencies emerge in his defence against claims that he deliberately misled the public over the “children overboard” affair. [SMH today]

Ken Parish points out that blogger Robert Corr was the first to expose the rampant inconsistencies in Howard’s explanation of events.

The punditry seems united now in predicting, given recent lousy polls for Howard and the shit now starting to stick, that we won’t have an election soon after all. Despite his three years being up in December, Howard could theoretically hang on as long as April next year before having to go to the polls. The ABC’s Antony Green has produced a useful guide to the possible dates.

(Those of you visiting from non-Westminster countries will undoubtedly find all this argy-bargy about election dates rather opaque and quaint, but it’s true: in Australia (and the UK, Canada, New Zealand, etc.) the Prime Minister decides the day of his/her own execution. Many people, me included, would prefer fixed terms, but you have to admit it gives the pundits material to work with.)

Back to the matter at hand, it appears there were four witnesses to at least one of the phone conversations between Scrafton and Howard: Mrs Howard, the PM’s Chief of Staff (Arthur Sinodinos), his press secretary (Tony O’Leary), and a senior adviser (Tony Nutt). According to the Herald:

Last night, two of those witnesses backed Mr Howard’s account. However, they said no notes were taken and none of the calls were taped.

So now they’re a pack of liars.

Howard lies

File this under “remarkable, but hardly surprising”:

Mike Scrafton, a former adviser to then defence minister Peter Reith, says he had three telephone conversations with the Prime Minister on November 7, 2001, telling him that the government claims that children were thrown into the sea by asylum seekers were false.

Mr Scrafton says he told the Prime Minister that a tape of the incident “certainly didn’t support the proposition that the event had occurred”.

He says he told Mr Howard “that no-one in defence that I had dealt with on the matter still believed any children were thrown overboard”. The adviser says he also told the PM that photographs released during the debate were not of children thrown into the water.

“I spoke to him again telling him that we didn’t believe the event actually happened,” Mr Scrafton said.

The day after Mr Scrafton says he briefed Mr Howard, the Prime Minister continued to say it did happen.

Howard is a filthy lying bastard. If there’s anyone left in this country who doesn’t believe that Howard is a small-minded racist opportunist who will do anything, trample over anyone, use any opportunity, to perpetuate his desperate grip on power, this report should disabuse them of the notion.

Howard lied. He lied to you and he lied to me. He used these poor desperate people’s lives for his own political advantage. He is the worst leader this country ever had. Ever.

Blubber

Blub … blub … blub. My poor brain is fried after three days of meetings in Sydney (yes, it’s Sunday, and yes, I’ve been locked in a small room with too little oxygen for the best part of the weekend.)

Again I’m jotting this down from the relative splendour of an airport, this time in Sydney, en route back to home and hearth.

A few observations while I wait for my flight to be called:

The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games was very nice, at least the bits of it I saw in between meetings was. Much of the discussion in this part of the world has been on whether the ceremony was as good as the Sydney games’. Well, it was different, so these comparisons are odious, and it’s hard to be objective when the Sydney Olympics are being discussed, but I think the Athenians excelled themselves.

Many of my queer friends wonder openly when Ian Thorpe will come out. Not anytime soon, I reckon. Whether he’s gay, straight or just nicely groomed, it must be tough having the hopes and dreams of a nation (Jana Pittman’s torn ligaments notwithstanding) resting on your shoulders. I hope he wins a bunch of medals.

The PM hasn’t made the trip to Yarralumla this weekend, so the highly-fancied putative election date of 18 September seems to be off the cards. I’m getting bored with waiting. Howard should make his bloody mind up.

My boyfriend tells me he has agreed to participate in the annual Slave Auction at the Laird Hotel, for charity. I’m taking up a collection. Send money now.

My “get fucked” letter in the Star Observer seems to have been read by all and sundry. Nice to have been the one to inject a little levity into this debate. There was a protest rally in Sydney yesterday, which I couldn’t attend as I was in a meeting, but which drew only a few hundred participants. People don’t care about this issue. People are stupid. This debate is not about gay marriage; this debate is about equality.

Gotta go get on a plane. More soon.