Winning the bastards over 27/7/2007
Whoever is the new Victorian premier should create a ministry of silly ideas to be headed by this genius:
Parents would be given extra votes for each of their children under the age of 18 under a radical proposal put forward by a Victorian MP.
Evan Thornley, the parliamentary secretary for national reform policy in Victorian Premier Steve Bracks’ cabinet, has floated the idea that parents should have the right to vote for themselves and on behalf of their children.
I can imagine this being embraced by one of those dorky new-age parents who speak to their tantrum-throwing toddlers as if they’re adults. Here’s that same parent setting the 11-year-old right on his voting intentions: “No Sebastian, the hot chick on Australian Idol is not standing for parliament. And by the way ‘hot chick’ is inappropriate nomenclature.”
Or the Labor hack hanging around the pram park at Corio Village, chasing the single mum kids’ vote: “Let’s get this right, Chelseeeee, you’ve had Rainbow to Travis who’s in Barwon for B and E; Sunset’s dad you’re not sure about, but whoever it is wouldn’t be on the electoral roll; and if you tell me who Daquota’s father is it will upset your mum?”
Or Liberal Lothario, thought to be a bastard son of Bunny Champers, helping electoral roll officials: “Well there was Prudence from South Yarra — got her up the duff after the 1999 Young Liberals ball . . . twins I believe; then there was Carolina from Kirrabilli — definitely child-bearing hips, by jove.”
Fair dinkum what a moron this Thornley creature must be. After making a fortune by accident in the dot.com boom he managed to lose most of his assets(and his shareholders’ wealth) through plain stupidity.
Now he wants to lecture the Victorian electorate about children getting an effective vote ??????
Sounds like an A.D.D. sufferer in the nicest possible interpretation.
I say old boy he defintely isn’t my spawn – I’ve had the tests come back and it’s confirmed. I must say this needless publicity is a bit of a shock for a chap who has just been discharged from Switzerland’s most toffy drying-out clinic and is still recovering. Have you no shame?
Chap at the Tok H. tells me you’re from Geelong. Where did you go to school – College or Grammar?
Oh, Grammar old boy. I’d sooner mingle with the tykes at Joeys than be seen in the wretched company of those College Presbyterians. Except when a few of us from the First XV are in the Gold Diggers carpark sinking the Raoul Mertens into one of the caledonian vermin. Of course Grammar’s not been the same since they let skirts into the place. That dreadful Missy Higgins, for instance. Sings with the accent of a Lara laundrywoman.