Crank the Croc
GEE the LNP isn’t doing much to thank the Sunshine Coast for going all in blue at the state election.
The council is concerned that the new government’s public bemoaning over ‘cost blowouts’ for the coast’s proposed Olympics venue – including a hinterland mountain bike venue circuit – are at risk.
The other venues include the Sunshine Coast Stadium expansion and the new indoor sports centre.
And rightly so, it’s usually a forewarning before any real decisions are made.
I suppose the LNP is going to have to make up some savings if it’s going to push ahead with their $12 billion railway line to Maroochydore by the Olympics.
Still, if there’s no Olympic events up here, what’s the bother.
Speaking of politicians. Not that I ever feel sorry for them – their body, their choice – but surely having to fill every waking moment of their mundane lives on Facebook must get boring pretty quick.
Here’s me at a police station, here’s me promoting sending more kids to jail, here’s me eating a scone, and if you’re the mayor, here’s me at an awards night mis-spelling a Facebook post and then getting into a nasty and pointless conversation with someone over grammar.
I’d maybe do it if you could guarantee me regular flight upgrades, otherwise count me out.
And let’s finish with politics as well … pretend there’s a theme.
My mum let me have it with both barrels because Donald Trump got voted in.
I didn’t even vote for the guy, but still I’m a green middle class male crocodile, so therefore it’s my fault.
Love that it’s the bro vote that got the lunatic voted in and not a few other economic issues and the fact his opponent was an insipid candidate. Oh, maybe it was my fault.