Category Archives: humor

It Tickled Granny’s Fancy


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Australian Women’s Weekly 4th Aug, 1945

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Sid and Sod #713


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Sid and Sod #712


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It Tickled Granny’s Fancy


Resuming after a hiatus. Which sounds very medical but it wasn’t.

Quite.

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Australian Women’s Weekly, 28th July 1945

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Sid and Sod #711


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Refugees at Sea; Not Always Smuggled!


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Another boat load of Asylum Seekers has arrived in Australian waters.

Again tony abbott is fulminating about his pet hobby horse. ““As long as anyone thinks that by coming here by boat, they will get the great prize of permanent residency here in Australia, the evil, dangerous, deadly trade of people smuggling will continue.

Again he his making the simplistic assumption that all asylum seekers are the customers and victims of the evil People Smugglers.

This boatload of people is different from those sent out by People Smugglers. The people on board are not crammed into a barely floating wreck. They, like the 46 returned directly to Vietnam in April are fishermen who make their living from the ocean. They are at home on the ocean and know how to travel safely. That is their skill and their living.

They are not in danger of sinking because their vessel is seaworthy.

They are not crammed onto an overloaded vessel because this is not a voyage for profit.

For tony abbott to equate this vessel with the “evil trade of people smuggling” is unthinkingly deceitful at best but more likely to be deliberately fraudulent.

In this case, there is not even the “People Smuggler” excuse for abbott to fall back on.

CALL HIM OUT ON IT!

Just Another Day


One day, a man comes home from work to find total mayhem at home. The three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud and muck. There were empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

As he proceeded into the house, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room, the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, to look for his wife. He was becoming worried that she may be ill, or that something or that something serious had happened.

He found her in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a book. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?”

She again smiled and answered, “You know everyday when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?”

“Yes,” was his baffled reply.

She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it!”