US Prez Clinton was a Ceecil Rhodes scholar as well. If you read the list of requirements for the award you will laugh.
I had heard about Bob Hawke and Malcolm Turnbull, but did not know Bill Clinton was. You were right Ann... I did get a laugh out of the requirements.
Oh thanks FC I must be the only person who hadn't actually seen this, it's so funny, the bit where he couldn't think of what to say and just kind of nodded like one of those nodding dogs you put on your back window in the car was hilarious. When I first heard about it for a few seconds I thought 'hey hang on we can ridicule him but until you have someone better, lay off' and then I thought nah! go ahead he deserves it the twat.. suppository! snort.. snort and guffaw :D
Unfortunately Grace, as you imply, "they" all lend themselves to ridicule so easily. With the nodding episode, I got the impression Tony seriously wanted to snot the reporter and was putting up a good fight to maintain some self control.The thing that cracks me up is the last word, which goes to the guy leaving the supermarket... "dickhead". Only in Australia?
Oh yeh, only a real dinky die Aussie could put it so succinctly FC :)
I wish I found it funny, I honestly do. Instead I feel utter shame that my country voted him in.....
There is no question he is an embarrassment. Perhaps I'm in denial, but I would not exactly say Australian voters endorsed him enthusiastically. Four coalition groups - Libs, LibNat Qld, Nat Aust and Country Lib NT managed 45.55% of lower house votes. ALP and Greens combined first preferences totalled 42.03%. I don't think it's unreasonable that many people are disillusioned with MOST major contenders - but combined with a totally idiotic voting system, this is the result we get: Tony Abbott, and a "Motoring Party" senator who is proud of the fact he doesn't own a suit.Having said all that, I can see why you might not find it amusing. Perhaps I only laugh at the "dickhead" comment because I'm so far past the point of despair...
Actually, on yet another viewing I must admit that as an Irish Catholic lesbian cancer survivor with Puckapunyal army camp as the address on my birth certificate, I should be more disturbed than I am. It never occurred to me that someone might take him seriously.