Q: How wrong can you be?
A: The last reported words of Union Army general John Sedgwick (1813-1864) before being shot by a sniper were "They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist---".

I was today in the temple and in consequence of the sermon I decided, that I won't be selfish and I'll share the secret of the success of my cartoon webpage:
- I use only strict secure web servers, so I always get warranted availability.
- I solved the problem of the low number of visitors caused by weak content. Of course, the people don't care, who visits this page; the substance is, how many people take interest in this site.
So... I hope, if the visitors of this blog are in possession of this skill, the popularity of theirs web page will never-ending increase.

WAR ON TERROR COSTINGS.

Sunday November 10, 05:53 PM

Australian Defence Minister Robert Hill said he had put costings to fund the war on terror to the federal government.

He declined to reveal his costings and would not speculate on a war tax but said Australia's increasing involvement would have to be paid for.

Speculation has been mounting whether the current three per cent annual defence spending increase would be anywhere near enough to cover defence projections.

"You can estimate on the basis of what's been our cost to date of operations, and how much that will cost," Senator Hill told Channel 10.

"But in terms of increasing capability that's necessary to meet this much, much more complex strategic environment, I've put some figures to the government but it would be obviously inappropriate for me to repeat them."

Asked about the potential for $1 billion having to be raised quickly, Senator Hill said it was not his place to speculate on taxes.

"But we will need to fund the ongoing operations," he said.

Mmmmm, I think it was the very same great and powerful Dubbya for whom we are going in to bat, who put increased tariffs on Australian wheat, beef and steel. If we humble, ever so humble, ever so ingratiating Australians were able to sell our exports into the USA at a half decent price then our beloved government would be awash with the readies to underpin this noble high principled crusade. The Minister might then find the appropriateness to inform the Australian people about the magnitude of the inevitable war tax.

"He declined to reveal his costings and would not speculate on a war tax but said Australia's increasing involvement would have to be paid for."

Well he can't say I'm not doing my bit. So far I've run 3 chook raffles down at our local, the missus has been knitting socks for our boys at the Front like Madame de Farge up to her yeux balls on speed and I've been putting out at $20 a pop (plus tips) at the public dunny in Strathmore Park. I can tell you that the word has gotten about pretty damn quickly. Our local member was first in the queue, and I was gobsmacked at how many of the Government ministers were so generous with their tips. On the other hand, and you can't have too many of them in this line of work duty, I discovered that George Michael is dead stingy.

Rememberance Sunday

And during her usual commemoration service at the Cenotaph the Queen held two minutes silence for those fallen in the various wars waged in her name.

Let's face it...that's all they're ever going to get from her.

Other stories: According to the News of the World, Michael Barrymore had sex with Paul Burrell whilst Diana's body was lying in state. Makes a change from him have sex with someone whilst there's a dead body lying face down in his swimming pool, I suppose.

ROCKALL TIMES - SPOT THE DIFFERENCE COMPETITION

Paul Burrell's tedious 'confessions column' continues unabated in the Daily Mirror, more and more of the general public falling asleep in front of the headlines whilst the tabloids who failed to secure the publishing rights continue to call him a liar and a hypocrite. (Hah! What exactly does that make such luminary publications as the Sun then?)

Now...as regular viewers to this board know...I'm not one for conspiracy theories or cynical notions. But to say that Mr Burrell's story is moribund is rather like saying that a sparrow sneezing is some sort of earth shattering event. "Prince Charles was kind of a nice bloke really." "The Spencers would often argue with each other." "Diana's brother was full of shit." "The Duke of Edinburgh once patted a corgi on the head." All shocking stuff!

And then it dawns on you that in all the disappointing none-revelations the original question...i.e. "Why did the Queen call a halt to the trial just before Burrell was due to testify?" has been forgotten.

This is brilliant P.R. on the part of the palace. The rift between HRH and the British public since Diana's death is slowly being stitched back together, 'so-called-revelation' by 'so-called-revelation'. The Spencers, those once untouchable martyrs to the monarchy, are going down faster that a prostitute outside the Houses of Parliament. And the royal family are cheerfully waving at them through the window of the lift as they climb back up to dizzying new heights.

But we still don't know what the Queen was trying to hide. It certainly wasn't the fact that Diana's mother hadn't spoken to her for several months before her death. It wasn't the fact that Charles and Diana's marriage wasn't as dreadful as the papers made out. In fact, it wasn't anything to do with Paul Burrell's bland, carefully edited bullshit at all. Bullshit that has, to put it bluntly, turned out to be the greatest whitewash since the reformation.

What Paul Burrell conveniently forgot to mention was the fact that the Duke of Edinburgh arranged Princess Diana's death...probably...or something equally as large and damning. It definitely wasn't that the Queen Mum enjoyed the odd tipple or that one of the royal servants was a tad gay.

Keep watching Paul Burrell's flower shop folks. I have a suspicion his coffers are about to swell well beyond the £300,000 or whatever it is the Mirror is paying him to clear his debts.

And another truth for the history books and/or potential turning point in sociological advancement is put to rest by careful spin doctoring.

The traditional start to the cricket season in Australia.