Thursday 27 October 2011: Shake-ups or the Damn Obvious?

Posts on this blog will alternate between two things; weekly news-critical satire reports and whatever-the-hell-I-feel-like editorials. This is the first news report.

Okay, main events ...

Gaddafi was killed in Libya under unclear circumstances. A lot like Hitler. Mind you, the two men shared a lot - motives, methods, ideals, bloodline. (That last one was a joke, by the way. No laughs? All righty then. Movin' right on ... he was then dragged through the streets. His body (what was left of it), was burned and buried in a private ceremony somewhere, so it wouldn't be vandalized. The United States Government should be Tripoli pleased with this end result. (Get it yet? Anyone?)

We won the Cup, in a match that was far too closely-fought for comfort. I don't mean to say that the result of this match dictates comfort, although it does in a roundabout "You're famous, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" sort of way. For those that still don't know or care what I'm on about, it's the Rugby World Cup. Yes that one. So, for the next four years, New Zealand Rugby players (the Pro ones) will get treated like the Gods they're not. And yes, Sir Richie McCaw has been chucked around. (Not literally of course, that would be illegal), and there have been victory parades in Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch, slowing down New Zealand's already crap public transport system to a crawl (oh, wait, that's where we started). Notice how I deliberately went out of my way to avoid a Christchurch joke in poor taste. But back to the rugby; at their victory parade Christchurch City certainly knew how to rock!

Oops. Couldn't help it.

And with that, goodbye.