“Godwin’s law (or Godwin’s rule of Nazi analogies)[1][2] is an Internet adage asserting that “As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazism or Hitler approaches 1″[2][3] – ​​that is, if an online discussion (regardless of topic or scope) goes on long enough, sooner or later someone will compare someone or something to Hitler or Nazism.”
Thanks Wikipedia… If it’s good enough for Greg Hunt, the World’s Greatest Minister to use then…

Now, when I’d like to state from the start that Malcolm has been a victim of Godwin’s Law. Not that people are calling him a Nazi… If he were a Nazi, he’d at least stand up to those who oppose the things he believes in. And say what you like about the Nazis at least they were snappy dressers. Not like Bill in his “ill-fitting suit” to quote one of those Liberals who’d complain if I suggested that George Christensen’s suit fits him perfectly… Something about it not being politically correct… Oh no, that’s right, I have the right to be a bigot, but only if I’m talking about the same people that Andrew Bolt despises… In a totally non-racist way, of course…

No, when I talk about Godwin’s Law and Malcolm, I am, of course, talking about the law of Godwin Grech.

Which, as well as I can remember it, goes something like this:

“If somebody leaks an email to me, as Opposition Leader, I have a duty to treat it as though it’s completely truthful and not worry about checking out whether it’s true or not because anything that gets me to be PM is just fine by me. After all, Lucy and I are very happy and anything that makes us happy is just fine by us.”

Of course, I’m being totally unfair on our PM who has just today explained that Scott Morrison was totally correct in saying that the Labor Party is starting a war on business and they’re using taxes as a bullets.

Ok, I realise it’s an election campaign and some of you haven’t paid much attention to politics until now so you may not know who Scott Morrison is. He’s the man who was responsible for the tourism campaign which asked, “Where the bloody hell are you?”, and when he became Immigration Minister had a number one hit with, “Now that I’ve found you, I’ll never let you go”, followed by telling the rest of us that it was none of our business where anybody was.

Anyway…

Apparently, some of those bleeding hearts…

Whoops, probably not a good thing to say about soldiers…

Some of those… mm, people? Yeah, people…

Some of those people who are connected with soldiers and the like – particularly those who had bodies of loved ones being returned from the Vietnam “police action” (please don’t call it a war, war was never declared, so it’s inappropriate when talking about Vietnam. Save it for things like Labor’s WAR on BUSINESS!) – seemed to think that using the word “war” when refering to Labor’s policy of suggesting that maybe people… mm, people? Nah, Mums and Dads…

Where was I?

Sugggesting that some people think that taxing Mums and Dads who own a business – you know, like Malcolm and Lucy – is just discouraging Jobs and Growth, and once you do that, then the word “war” is entirely appropriate.

And when Labor – and The Greens and the Arts Party and Uncle Tom Cobbly et al – do their class warfare thing, well, unlike Vietnam – or Iraq – then we should all just say, I’m not joining up. Suddenly, not only is pacificism politically correct, but it’s also ok to be PC.

I just wonder whether they’ll invite those businesses fallen as a result of Labor to march at next year’s ANZAC day march.

Or perhaps, they’ll need a special march all of their own!

July 2nd…

LEST WE FORGET…

Mm, strangely some people will find that more offensive than everything else that happened today.

Ok, just for those who need inspiration I’ll close with a poem which was written sometime before the film of the same name by a poet called William Ernest Henley:

INVICTUS

“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”

I guess that’s what captain’s calls are all about.

And at least Malcolm knows his suit fits.