“The South Bank” The Viscount Monckton tour hits a cul de sac
Friday, January 29, 2010
Paris has it’s Left Bank where the ‘intellectuals’ hang out. Melbourne has its South bank located in Des Moore’s joint. Frankly, I don’t care for either of them.
Some readers have asked about whether mention of Des Moore’s little soiree is a joke. Funny that.
A mate of mine in the city was also incredulous when I told him over the phone one evening,
“You’re joking?”.
“Absolutely not.”
It wasn’t a nice thing to say; it sent him to bed laughing uncontrollably. He could hardly wait to get to work the next day to tell his pals. He must be lunching on it because it’s doing the rounds. (It’s difficult writing this, the giggles have hit.)
Des Moore’s exclusive soiree is bigger than Spring Racing bashes, for Viscount Monckton is Des Moore’s prize exhibit. Only the right people are invited. This, no doubt, means Michael Kroger, Hugh Morgan, John Stone, why even Ray Evans. Only the intellectual elite, the Clique, who have done so much to demolish good causes, will do. Is Tim Blair invited? If so, it shall be fun, for:
We can expect Andrew Bolt and Tim Blair to hit their bosses’ pcs and blab. They are, though, up against it.
To get in first, they’ll have to fight off both Des Moore and Ray Evans. They are in fine form on the Viscount Monckton tour. They’ll be at the websites of Quadrant magazine, and IPA, and HR Nicholls Society faster than lightening.
I’m off to the bookies and bang down a hundred on Des Moore to pound the hell out of the rest of them: Hugh Morgan too, if he gets in the way of a bit of hot Paparazzi publicity.
Indeed, rumour has it Des Moore is buying up a shop’s worth of photo-albums and film. The stuff will be plastered all over the place -
‘Here’s me and Viscount Monckton’, ‘Viscount Monckton shakes my hand’. “The grand entrance’. ‘He’s beaming at me.’ My guests over-awed’ ( and not by Monckton).
He’ll have ‘em processed so fast he’ll be selling them to his friends guests as they leave like hotcakes.
Des Moore polishes his resume while the Mrs struggles with kitchen staff headaches
CV Entries:
1. Viscount Monckton in my house.
I hosted gala event in honour of me Lord Monckton. Relevance: Entrepreneurship and depth in running a major.
Come Monday morning, Ray Evans will be shining his resume with new entries, while his Mrs will be labouring away wiping the bread and butter tray.
Kitchens are all the same, hot, sweaty work.
There is a spot of kitchen trouble. They, no doubt, would have used illegal immigrants to make the bread and butter sandwiches, until they realised they had to pay them. Ruddy cheek, eh. Unfair, I say. Des Moore’s Mrs has to make them herself and clean up Monday.
Des Moore is charging a $20 per head entrance fee
No joke, even scouts can swear to it and they’re bound by a blood curdling oath.
What a scally-wag, $20 for bread and butter sandwiches.
Advice to the guests, if you want to guzzle good champagne, scotch, beer, you’d better bring your own. $20 doesn’t even buy a few quiet drinks at the pub anymore, so you can’t expect Des Moore to ruddy well bankrupt himself by throwing on the good stuff. He’s got his council rates to pay too, don’t you know.
I really feel for the chap. A former top assistant at Treasury, on a fully CPI indexed, untaxed pension, really down on his luck.
Some-one asked, is this a joke too:
‘Des Moore is an entrepreneur. This is the beginnings of a new financial empire, “Des’ Soirees at Home” mega franchise chain….
‘Each new franchise will be equipped with a life-sized photo of Des Moore, Ray Evans and Hugh Morgan, autographed…. Friends and acquaintances will be truly amazed…. stunned and gob-smacked. They’ll keep coming back for more.
‘Soon, each franchisee will be able to pay their Council rates too! Stick to the $20 plan. Meet the targets. Hand over 60% and, who can tell, one day you’ll be rewarded with a personal note of gratitude - who from, I don’t know, but someone will.’
It is a joke but now I’m not so sure. A man that desperate might try anything, and he’ll have a lot of advertising photos to kick it off in a big way. It has Collins Street written all over it.
A Problem in the Tour
Right from the first, something didn’t sound right, several things really.
1.Why his house and not a large venue so many could have the chance to hear and, dare it be said, mingle with Viscount Monckton in an informal, cheerful setting?
2.The same, small closed, tight circle of the Right only.
Number one can be swiftly dealt with:
It means smelly peasants, who are not fit to mix in the company of not Viscount Monckton, but this little clique the Right.
It would also mean, Des Moore, Hugh Morgan, Andrew bolt, and the rest would be lost in an ocean of bodies. How are they to hog centre stage when Mrs. Dodson of no.35948 of outer suburbia is in the way, and everyone else. And, it’s not on, I can tell, you, if Viscount Monckton casually worked the tables.
Monckton has his place, and it is with Des Moore 1st. Remaining proximity follows understood ranking. This leaves Andrew Bolt, Tim Blair, and Ray Evans looking over the shoulders of an outer circle.
Hat tip to Ray Evans, use the chair, use the chair.
I’m not going to name-drop, but having had amusing sessions with the odd Viscount, and Lord, these guys, right screams, prefer the common as muck slap up and drinks all round. It might be presumption but odds are, they’d go for the informal and find any excuse to evade the South Bank mob. I only mention it to puncture Des Moore and the rest of the clique who define things in terms of their majestic selves.
Flatulence makes an awful sound.
Number 2 can also be dealt with swiftly
OK, no large venue. Given the purpose of the tour, an informal occasion is a time to introduce those fighting against carbon taxes and other green policies effectively.
Professor Plimer has linked up with Monckton. This is not a surprise. What about scientists unsung by the Right, and Andrew bolt and Tim Bolt?
Indeed, Bolt has returned from his holiday. His first column this week banged on about global warming and completely ignored the scientists over decades who fought. Any reader could be forgiven the fraud committed in the name of ’science’ is only a recent discovery by, well, the Right.
Economics.
It’s time to get this absolutely correct. So, where are the free market economists at Des Moore’s’ Soiree?
Don’t be daft! This is the:
‘Let’s Promote Me, Des Moore South Bank Show’, starring, tra lalala, Des Moore, at home!
The Right-wing clique is there. Des Moore is there. ‘What a coup’, ‘why you cunning devil, Viscount Monckton’.
No bookie will accept a bet on not even an invitation sent to Mr. Gerard Jackson and, though he is in Sydney, Dr. Frank Shostak.
The tour has not been thoroughly worked out. With Parliament to reconvene soon and Rudd to ram down carbon taxes with the support of the Greens in the Senate, carbon taxes have to be fought with deadly accurate ferocity and this means deadly accurate economics. The Monckton-Plimer tour provides the momentum, but it needs deepening, and also so that the momentum is not lost when Monckton returns to England.
Monckton, as a scientist, has the science side in hand. He is also attacking the impact of carbon taxes, and ethanol schemes – the sheer carnage they cause. Monckton also knows, as his open letter to the Prime Minister of New Zealand makes very plain, the explanation why carbon taxes have such an horrific impact, and how it causes this impact is vital to defeating carbon taxes.
He only accurately cited Jackson to deliver the singular economic point it destroys capital and the capital structure of a country.
There it is, someone Monckton should meet, because he realised the importance of what Jackson set out. Viscount Monckton doesn’t cite Evans, Moore and the rest of the Right; Monckton has not mentioned even once any of them in his speeches, papers, and letters to Prime Ministers. Only Jackson is used.
It’s not a mere matter of, wouldn’t it be good if he met the man who laid out the case. He needs to meet the man because it is vitally important to successfully fighting the case.
What do we see, Des Moore’s little South Bank soiree. The Right ignore, to say the least, what Monckton actually stands for. Besides, it’s not about the dagger over Australians, it’s about themselves. Monckton is merely a prop for themselves, and sod Australians.
It is telling that since Des Moore and co have ensured only the clique will meet and mingle with Viscount Monckton, it makes for a an almost certain bet they haven’t run the risk of Jackson meeting up with Monckton. Put the two together and the show’s over, eh, Des?
I’m willing to post a retraction, if I’m mistaken, but I doubt it very much and we shall certainly know some time after it is over, for the City rumour mill works hard and sources are abundant - they like corking good jokes, even better when they are true. It’s the fastest postal service in Australia!