Saturday’s Premier is full of woe

The Hobart Mercury 17 December 2011

In the last few years it’s been Hot-Tub Paul, then Line-In-The-Sand Bartlett, then It-Was-Like-That-When-I-Got-Here Lara and now there are scurrilous and no doubt misinformed rumours that Hey-It’s-My-Go O’Byrne may be tossing his hat into the ring.

We really need to put the Lower House back to 35 seats just to make sure there are enough available premiers to go around.

If you do fancy your chances of becoming premier and are skulking around Parliament House with intent today, I’m selling my calendar at Salamanca. Come and get one and carefully mark the Ides Of March… otherwise, buy one here.

The Statue In The Sand

The Hobart Mercury, 6 November 2011

…of course the main source of despair is how much money he wasted buggering up the Tasmanian education system yet again, but let’s not quibble.

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Put down your glasses

The Hobart Mercury 3 December 2011

The Tasmanian government has sold the TOTE approximately 3 months before it was due to receive the report from a special parliamentary committee set up by the Tasmanian Government to investigate whether or not to sell the TOTE, which pretty much tells you everything you need to know about the Tasmanian government.

I fully concur with the premise that the Tasmanian government should not be running a betting agency, or, considering their track record, anything else. One hopes that if the parliamentary committee completes its work (and it would be a shame to waste all the effort they’ve already put in) they come up with the conclusion that it was a good idea.

Seriously, that bell that’s tolling, don’t ask.

The Hobart Mercury 29 November 2011

Tasmania has recently moved from having no hay in the barn to having even less hay in the barn than that.

Now while the government has promised that front-line public service jobs will be the last to go, what they actually mean by “front-line services” is V8 motorcars and AFL footballers, so best of luck to everybody. May the squeakiest wheel win.