tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232457612011-04-21T13:08:48.199-07:00saintfletcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359585208356899017noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23245761.post-1141255635793980042006-03-01T14:45:00.000-08:002006-03-01T15:27:15.803-08:00<span style="color:#000000;">Welcome my humble admirer's to the Oracles of Saint Fletcher, the Saint of the Green Arrow.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Ten</span> years of John Howard.<br />How do we celebrate?<br />One can only ponder as he power walks across the Harbour from the Opera House, a place where a State Funeral was held for Kerry Packer, a man of no saintly not, therefore his purgatory was most fitting to have a funeral in the Opera House and now a church. We paid for this pilgrims in our tithes to the lords at Canberra and the taxes, and the levies, and the stamp duties, and the departure taxes, and all these wonderfull creations from that little old man powerwalking in the morning at Kirribilli.<br />From my saintly residence at Saint Neot Ave, Potts Point, name after the midget welsh saint for fish and the ocean, I wonder how does this work? Kerry Packer never spent one cent of tax in his life. Yet tax payers pay for his lordship funeral. I spoke to Saint Peter about this and he told me to put me arrow away and not to worry. The escalator going down might be busy, but there is a place in hell for Kerry Packer. Bless him. Saint Peter that is.<br />So that old man over the harbor, short and fat man koala suit look-a-like, is still down it.<br />The phrase he uses now is "the mainstream, going ahead". Kerry Packer was mainstream, never paid tax and tax paid his funeral. Tony Abbot, who all Saints agree, will have a big surprise after his death, is mainstream, and loves Cardinal Pell, yet seems to hate women. Unless they are worthy to fornicate with at art college, and can offer themselves for a secret poke.<br /><blockquote><br /></blockquote>Solid Rock, standing on sacred ground....<br />The kookaburra laughs, the kangaroo and the Jack Russels jump for attention, the emus glare, the lyre birds will say pretty much anything they think you want them to say. Politicians would make great lyre birds. Pitty so many are as destructive as casuaries.<br />across the Park know as the "Domain", how territorial of us to call it that, and of course the Royal Botanic Gardens, just to prove that our garden is a territitorial display. The bats, cockatoos, the Magpies, and of course the Navy boats underscoring our "domain".<br /><br />How insecure are we. Fixated on owning a place. Every line in our national anthem is about land and ownership, and how "fair" people own them, and as John Howard says, the mainstream moves ahead. The band plays on. How insecure these little men know that this is not their domain. It never was. No matter how much they kid themselves, they will end up like Kerry Packer. And end up in a place you hate, like Kerry hated Opera, so his funeral was in an Opera house. Did they love him? Every second line in the funeral was "love him or hate him".<br /><br />Tom Cruise was there. I wonder what scientologists think the Opera House is? Whatever the Science fiction writer, Hubbard says it is, one can only imagine. Imagine the humiliation of having Tom Cruise at your funeral, carrying on about how he loves his life, and his new younger girlfriend. She was pregnant today. Maybe they fornicated on Kerry Packer's coffin the other week. Only a sick man like Tom Cruise would get horny over a funeral.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23245761-114125563579398004?l=stfletcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>saintfletcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359585208356899017noreply@blogger.com0