Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Private Members Bill - Civil Unions.

Politics makes strange bedfellows, goes the saying bastardised from The Tempest. In Australia in recent years, it's also made for quite boring bedfellows. Unless the subject is bedfellows.

The Civil Partnerships Bill, introduced into Queensland Parliament by Labor MP and Deputy Premier Andrew Fraser will be debated on as early as Wednesday evening. If the bill passes, civil partnerships will be recognised under the law, regardless of sex.

Today I received an email from friend and colleague Chris Vernon urging support in favour of the legislation, as well as lobbying at a federal level. The Queensland vote will be a close-run thing. The LNP opposition is voting against the legislation, but Labor MPs are allowed a conscience vote (an abhorrently rare occurrence). If seven vote against the bill, it's a goner.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Calling Kyle Sandilands Names.

A picture of a lobby obscured by an effluvial blob of shit. 
 After this morning's little jab at Kyle Sandilands, someone chided me for calling him names at the same time as admitting I had no idea he was in the news for once again being the wetslapped bucket of diarrhoea he is.

Obviously they missed the subtle gag. But then I thought, 'you know...I shouldn't be calling Kyle Sandilands names...that's wrong. I should invite other people to call him names too.'

So, Bigmouthers, here's your chance to exercise REAL freedom of speech (not the ignorant version espoused by that beefbone-brain mong).

Leave your best descriptions of Sandilands in the comments section for your chance to win the very first Bigmouthery custom t-shirt!

Get fucking going! 

Kyle Sandilands is a Bloated, Fatuous Bucket of Arse Milk.

Porcine cunt.

Bigmouthery's views on Kyle Sandilands, that clarified skidmark of a human, have been on record since August 2009 after he continued to pry into the sex life of a teenager after she'd admitted being raped. We even went so far as to post an online petition calling for his removal from the airwaves.

I'm going out of town this weekend, so there's no time to set up and monitor a new "Let's Skin Sandilands, Set Him Alight and Dance Around His Slow-Burning Lardball of a Corpse" petition.

All Bigmouthery is seeking to do is re-affirm the view that Kyle Sandilands is one of this country's great arse lozenges.

Oh, someone's just told me he's in the news again for being a cunt. What a happy coincidence. 

Monday, 21 November 2011


The problem is, I don't really care enough to say anything at this point. I'm going back to a drug-induced sleep.

Saturday, 19 November 2011

The Bigmouth is Back.

It's a big world. You wouldn't wanna eat it. My world is pretty small, yet I have had plenty within it to keep me from you. Although, truth be known, I have had a few moments spare to talk about the Occupy movement, the coverage of Peter Roebuck's death, the decline and fall of television, the GOP race towards the primaries, as well as some reader-suggested topics around music, the draining of the local dam and psychic chicanery. I just used those moments to do other things of a non-Bigmouthery nature. Like spend time with my girl. And learn the ukulele.

There are things to rant about tho', so I'm back. Gonna crank out a bunch of stuff, possibly related to all of the above. And, because things have been quiet here, no quarter will be given. So...hey there.

Oh...I also don't like this new design, so I'm going to change it.