OF PJ AND LIFELESS PINKOS

Last night we were in Auckland to hear one of the great political satirists and gonzo journalists of our time - PJ O'Rourke. Now thanks to well connected Big Oil she got a great table of women in or around the media together for the evening which was hosted by the Centre for Independent Studies It was a slightly raucous, never PC, top bunch of stroppy chicks.

PJ was fantastic. We could wax lyrical and repeat some funny lines - but we cant do it as well as he does, so do yourself a favour and read about one of the great literary and political giants of our time here

Anyway - we got to meet Christ Trotter- sincere and fun - was surprised about the last bit. Lovely man. We watched women fall all over themselves to mate with Kiwiblog David Farrar and RNZ's Sean Plunket, both single and big brained. Their positions of power among the mediarati means they ooze a strangely becoming scent to thinking chicks. Like a sizzling steak and fries. Sexual attraction is not always about chiseled chins and fab abs. These two have the good thing going on in spades.

The food was good, the main course of lamb was an over the top in your face militant carnivore creation - and the chocolate pud was splendid. No mango froth for this crowd. Wine and beer was consumed with unbridled gusto.

We discovered that Noelle McCarthy was more attractive in person than even her press pics indicate. She was fun and not up her own arse, which was refreshing for a young eager thing on her way up in the media world. Forget about her borrowing bits - she flat out has talent.

Now there was some very strange chick who floated in and out of the crowd last night. She didn't fit - square peg in a triangle hole. We reckon she was a lefty plant - we knew there would be one, always is, who tries to inch their way into the inner sanctum of right thinking. She failed. We can smell pinkos from ten paces like Cadaver dogs smell long buried bodies.

Anyway it was great nite, one of the best. Here's to you Big Oil.

WE HATE CENSORSHIP

And lefties.

Chris Trotter wrote something and thought better of it. So he hid it. He could have just said it was crap and disowned it but due to the miracles of the net that is not easy.

So here is his rant on Fiji. Forever on the net.
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TROTTER SQUEALS ON RADICALS

We dont often worry about Trotters Doolally blog but this one is a stunner.
It seems like Trotter thinks that the police should be watching the activist creeps after all .

Hell we reckon he will feel the wrath of the disenfranchised now.
If I was him I would have 24/7 security systems installed in my home. I would get a forensic computer specialist to take a look at my computer to see who is watching me and I would be very very careful walking the dog. And if I had a nice lawn I would check no- one has spelt out rude words in weed killer. I would not open the mail box without checking for human faeces. I would have a secure front door on my office where entry is only gained from someone unlocking it from the inside. I would be careful of plain envelopes with white powder. I would check that my children are not receiving filthy emails about me. I would get someone in to sweep my office every week or so for bugs.
Thiis is just a smattering of some of the things activists have done to law abiding citizens that we know well.

Trotter is very right - there are some nutters among the activists, they do have some interesting overseas connections, and you should be afraid of taking them on for fear of personal retribution.

Thank you Chris for being brave, and now maybe the media might realise that there are very good reasons why the police were keeping an eye on the creepy activists on the fringes of our good society.