February 01, 2004


Phillip Adams writes:

I have the nerve to sermonise and criticise, patronise and pontificate.

He sure does. Phillip doesn’t have the bravery to admit he was wrong about a certain plastic turkey, however. Neither does Alan Ramsey, freshly returned to the Sydney Morning Herald’s op-ed pages. And these people wonder why they have no credibility.

Posted by Tim Blair at February 1, 2004 10:17 PM

He may be okay.

> Take food. My mates and I were, by any definition, bottom feeders. Perhaps that’s why all the foods we regarded as desirable eerily resembled turds. There were, of course, the confectionery turds -- the bars of honeycomb and marshmallow covered with chocolate -- while our favourite meat, if the filling could be so described, was the poop-like sausage. God knows what went into them but, let it be said, that what went in one end of the consumer barely differed from what came out the other. The digestive process was redundant.

Is it fair to ask if this is about the process of bad writing?

Posted by: Ron Hardin at February 1, 2004 at 11:12 PM

"But my daughter, though she sometimes gazes wistfully out the window as the golden arches disappear in the rear-vision mirror, has never tasted any of them".

Wanna bet, Phat Phart?
Just wait till young Auroroaroaruo finally breaks the shackles and flees that weird upbringing. The poor kid'll pig out on Macs, KFC and other delights. You go girl!

Posted by: Kate at February 2, 2004 at 07:16 AM

"...aspiring when it came to denominators to the lowest common."

These columns does edit Yoda?

Posted by: Dylan at February 2, 2004 at 07:21 AM

Pontificate? We know Adams believes he's vitally important to Australia but it seems he's also No.1 on earth next to God.

Posted by: Walter Plinge at February 2, 2004 at 09:05 AM


it seems he's also No.1 on earth next to God.

Philip A's an avowed atheist....

Posted by: TimT at February 2, 2004 at 09:34 AM

I know we are all better off now knowing that the phatphreakgastropod is a self confessed phatphreakgastropod.
But hell we already knew that!
I think I'll have a good lay down - and a bex.

Posted by: Lawrie at February 2, 2004 at 11:29 AM

He gets paid to write this turgid, self-indulgent crap?

I feel sorry for the kid who has to answer to Aurora (Borialis?)- a real example of Paddo
pretension. Hopefully, when she discovers KFC and Maccas, she'll also change her name (both of them).

Posted by: freddyboy at February 2, 2004 at 12:30 PM

Perhaps that’s why all the foods we regarded as desirable eerily resembled turds.

Funny, that's what the food said about him and his mates

Posted by: Johnny Wishbone at February 2, 2004 at 02:19 PM

Yet we lusted after potato cakes until, around puberty, we began to lust after something else.


Posted by: Johnny Wishbone at February 2, 2004 at 02:21 PM

The pretentious reference to growing food on his hobby farm is also rather nauseating. When he is self-righteously attacking Bush, Howard et al, I can at least see why his blinkered 'fans' get off on it, but surely even the most committed raving lefty would have to find this sort of garbage boring in the extreme.
Memo to Phil - We Dont Care.
Memo to Rupert - you get points for keeping this mumu wearing loser around for 'balance' but at least give him an editorial clip around the ears for writing this rubbish.
Memo to Aurora - I feel sorry for you, on so many different levels, and your little brother St Elmo too.

Posted by: Paul Dub at February 2, 2004 at 03:00 PM

—Hey, hey, my, my———
—The plastic turkey will never die———
—There’s more to the platter—than meets the eye—
—Despots’ funds, my, my————

Posted by: ForNow at February 3, 2004 at 04:04 AM