THE DAY OF ROOSTING CHOOKS FOR THE MAN OF SHAME

I am up bright and early as you can see, dear Reader. Booth tables in the station wagon, basket packed with everything from blu-tac to wire cutters and bottles of water. To-day, the final small anonymous actions of myself and thousands of people like me are orchestrated to rid Australia of a shameful and shameless leader.

It seems that Tracee Hutchinson has been eavesdropping. At least, that is what it looks like. Go here to see what I mean. She says it so much better than I but with exactly the same sentiment.

God go with you to-day, dear Reader. Vote for justice remembering all those sad cases of littered humanity strewn in the path of John Howard. Vote against his self-aggrandising meanness which benefited his kind and saw him - our national leader - deserting the Prime Minister's residence in Canberra for the desire of every Sydney-sider, a harbour view. Remove him from the national stage, dear Reader. Remove him from our embarrassment as he cavorted the world stage with George W Bush, and cavorted on television in a tipsy state with the fascist, Silvio Belursconi. And tell him to take his un-Australian values with him.

PS: Go Maxine in Bennelong to make Howard only the second PM to lose his seat.

Something on the air....

This morning when Michelle Grattan was speaking to Fran Kelly (approx 7.45am) on Radio National Breakfast about the Howard, Rudd & Burke imbroglio, Michelle said to Fran, when asked where it would all end, that the matter would continue until

it either blows itself out or something fresh comes up.

Miss Eagle believes something has come up in the priceless words of one P.J. Keating. Apparently the words were heard on radio and those who haven't heard them wish they could. Read some of them here.

Miss Eagle nearly fell off her perch when she saw P.J.'s reference to her old cobber, Johnno Johnson, as the model of ubiquity in Sydney. For those of you who have never had social intercourse with Johnno, you will not be aware of his motto where two or three are gathered...hold a raffle. Johnno has made a science out of the selling of a raffle ticket. Don't know how? Johnno will show you.

The Sydney Morning Herald - at the recent ALP election launch in NSW - noted

The only person resembling a tribal elder was the former long-serving Labor MP and raffle ticket seller John "Johnno" Johnson: "They dare not start without me."

And in case anyone thinks the rephrasing of Jesus's words on prayer and the numbers necessary are blasphemous, nothing could be further from Johnno's mind. You see, here is an upright Catholic and any Catholic - well anyone with an Irish name even - ought to dodge Johnno for the next month or so. Otherwise, a casual phone call or an accidental meeting in George Street will find Johnno checking up on whether you've made your Easter Duty yet!

Campaigning for a tall Prime Minister: a capital idea

Denis over at The body politic is ill has discovered a goodie. One of the Southern Highlands locals has an apt name for Prime Minister John Howard. John Howard is a very short man so when Miss Eagle came across this nickname "Prime Miniscule" - like the Mitford sisters, she roared.

Then Miss Eagle went into a reverie. The correct spelling is minuscule. Those, like Miss Eagle, involved in calligraphy know what a minuscule is: it is a small letter, a lower case letter. It is the opposite of majuscule which is a large letter, a capital letter.

How Miss Eagle longs for a tall, majuscule Prime Minister.

Remember Gough Whitlam, remember Paul Keating. Prime Ministers tall with visions tall. And there is Malcolm Fraser who to-day has stature as a moral compass for the nation. Not small minded men with small, limited, and limiting vision. (Yes, Miss Eagle realises Bob Hawke was a short man - but how can Miss Eagle consider a man who turns on a national strike affecting the whole nation to suit a mate of dubious business ethics a man of great vision.)

Please, God, send Australia a tall Prime Minister with a large and wise vision for this nation.

Please, God, rid us of the small and small-minded with delusions of grandeur and take them from positions of power.