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We made it – finally, the dizzy limit.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all. I believe we can dismiss any notion that Skidmore actually wrote this insulting, demeaning little missive.  For starters he’s not bright enough.  No, this has the touch of a malign, evil, twisted intelligence, protected and...

Domestic bliss?

Dollars to doughnuts and no damn sense. Funny sort of day today for Mrs. Skidmore’s boy.  There’s to be a gathering of the faithful (bring your own tambourine) in no less a salubrious venue than the Bankstown terminal (bring your own everything) and he is to address...