Reading Time: 2 minutesWarning dear reader, my favourite nemesis, or indeed someone I loathe with a passion has made the headlines again. If I could bring myself to hate someone, strong words I know, I would put Fred Nile in that category. Although I do loath Fred Nile. In fact he’d be the only one in the hate file. Sarah Palin, Glen Beck and others are just an annoying and an amusing distraction, well ok, maybe not “just” but they are a bit further away.
When I lived at home, in Sydney, this self righteous individual, Reverend the Hon. (Fred) Frederick John NILE, ED LTH MLC used to barge his way into the bedrooms, televisions, radio and life in general, of Sydney residents. Of course he thought had a mandate giving to him by his God. He is sadly deluded, yet he remains in the NSW State Parliament. Who the fuck votes for him ? It seems like he’s been there for 200 years ?
His opposition to those heathens living in Sydney held no bounds, if you’re gay, lesbian, trans gender, muslim, heterosexual, male, female, old, young, fat or thin he has a hatred for all the naughty things you may consider being involved in, like living your life. It’s none of his business of course , but there he is, sticking his big ugly beak into the affairs others, all the bloody time.
The reason for this post is the richly beautiful story that his parliamentary computer has been used to visit pornographic websites. Shock horror, fantastic news. In fact another state parliamentarian Paul McLeay, just resigned his post for porn and gambling browsing.
Even though I know it’s probably fleeting, it’s great – I love it, bring on more. Let’s suggest that those sharing my distaste for those interfering in the lives of sensible law abiding and loving citizens, keep this material for future use and not just those like me who rant away like free thinking loonies in blogs. Print it all off and send it to Fred anytime he has an outburst about us who live on the outside of his glass walled temple.
p.s. Today the bride returns and I went shopping to fill in the embarrassing holes left by my vague shopping attempts, low and behold I get back well pleased, nobody flirted with me or made the trip difficult, but I realised why when I got home, I’d gone out and wandered around with my fly open the entire time.
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