So far so dull. The fence is, apparently, now complete. Dubya is due in today, having stopped off in Baghdad to see the few remaining Americans who would still vote for him and maybe do some duty free shopping. Sad but true - there are actually loads of Americans who would vote for him, those on the religous right who are, to paraphrase someone or other, neither right nor particularly religous.
The police want to get a march through the no-go-zone banned. This is attracting a fair bit of press coverage, thus helping the event become a dead-certain twat magnet. I reckon the publicity will guarantee trouble with the greebos feeling aggrieved at this limitation imposed upon their right to be fucking idiots. I don't know who I should waste more despair upon; the troublemakers who will be out buying this season's face-masking-scarf in the spring sales or the legitamately peaceful protestors who just don't get it. It really is simple; your hippie protest will be hijacked by militants. So just don't do it. Have a concert in a park or, god forbid, wait until the general election and vote.
Apparently, in NSW there are ten missing rocket launchers. In the hands of an amateur they can probably only be fired about 125m. Does not make me feel much better. They can be painted any colour you like and fold up to 67cm. Deep joy. The police and security services have been looking all over the place for them, without success. Another one of those stories I read while waiting for my coffee but have been unable to find a link to. So you'll just have to take my word for it.
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