We know all about the hypocrisy of those climate change activists getting around in their own private jets. Well, here's an undersea version of the same syndrome:

My blogging nemesis Derek Sapphire is always quacking on about saving the environment, yet his cat Jocelyn has done more damage to it than the Exxon Valdez. Yep, this vile creature consumes her own weight in gourmet fish every week!

Yet the smug sap still has the gall to condemn working class Australians (the "Great Unloofahed" as he calls them) for denuding the oceans of life.

Derek, you wanna do something good for marine ecology? Throw Jocelyn to the sharks, you primping nance.

One thing I've learned over the years is that if you say something that really gets up the nostrils of fluffy wuffies, there's a pretty good chance you've nailed it. Lefty PC types can't stand most things that normal, good-hearted, thinking folk hold dear. But they hate the truth most of all.

Here's an example: John Molony, Mayor of Mount Isa, said that since his town was chockas with cashed up single blokes, fugly chicks should lob there to snare a mate. Predictably the local squitterati went spacko. And the metropolitain meeja, which is full of perennially appalled types - many of whom are also hatchet faced harpies - gave the story heaps of oxygen.

But it turns out that, in essence, his comments were more accurate than not. 

While it's not always spot on, the maxim "politically incorrect equals true" is a good one, I reckon. It's worth keeping it in mind to see just how often it applies.

Just re this recent baby whale saga: While it's difficult to not feel sorry for Colette, the outpouring of grief over her death is bizarre.

Truth is, euthenasia was a far quicker, less painful way to go than "letting nature take its course".

That nature. It's got a lot to answer for, I reckon.

Let's face it, she wasn't the first baby whale or dolphin to buy the farm. And she definitely won't be the last. Right now there are probably hundreds of cetacean sprogs slowly expiring in the marine murk. Are the people now grieving for Colette gonna shed a tear for any one of these unfortunate mammals?

Of course not. They're that dippy they haven't even considered this might be happening. So crying over the fate of one of them simply because evil humans quickened her demise is utterly ridiculous. And it serves no porpoise whatsoever.

West Oz Labor is a very strange tribe. See, if they win the upcoming election, they're gonna introduce a ban on outdoor smoking, even on the beach!

Incredible. But also amazing that they would make such intentions public considering how close the political contest is getting over there.

Maybe they think it's a real vote winner?

Have a squizz at Roseanne Barr's bile flecked rant about Jon Voight and daughter Angelina Jolie.

It's meant to be an expression of support for Barack Obama. But in reality it's gonna be another curse upon the poor bloke for sure. Surely she would know that ...

So why did she do it? 

Hmm. I smell a ruse. Maybe she's being paid to spout this nonsense by the evil neo-cons?

The weather here in Sydders has been quite amazing lately. Chilly as, but also completely cloudless.

Gives a whole different feeling to this intense, grotty city. It's gleaming, like God's just spruced up the joint.

And it's not just NSW that's in the grip of an intense cold snap. Almost the whole of Oz is freezing.

So West Oz Labor is playing the gender card, trying to get still more mileage out of Troy Buswell's chair sniffing.

Make no sense to do this. Buswell has gone, almost completely as a result of this very issue!

It's also hypocritical in the extreme considering Alan Carpenter himself was accused of similarly boorish behaviour. The reason that mud didn't stick was because of the perennial PC double standard observed by fellow-travelling hacks (also seen recently in the mainstream meeja's kid-gloves treatment of Democrat John Edwards).

Still, there might be more than a few fence-sitting West Aussies who haven't forgotten it. Then there's the fact that in more general terms West Oz Labor hasn't exactly delivered to chicks ...

Just shows how desperate these people are now. And no wonder. A recent poll spells potential doom for them. I hope Labor's use of this nasty, barrel-scraping tactic increases the swing against them.

More bizarre goings on in Perth. Kevin Rudd, ironically there to help Alan Carpenter's chances at the upcoming election, yucked it up with Shifty Lifty and some Labor MPs.

The two leaders then boarded a train for a laughter-filled 10-minute ride south, much to the fascination of the other passengers, who huddled at the end of the carriage as the media and cameras streamed in.

What drove the voters away? Fear, disgust, nausea?

Laughing and chatting, Mr Rudd was all patience as the candidates and MPs played musical chairs for a chance to sit next to him in front of the cameras.

They were star struck! Rudd is to these bozos what Cate Blanchett was to Rudd. How sad can you get.

This particular train surely is an innovation. It's the only kind where you find the sleepers inside the carriage.

Here's a contemporary paradox: You're deemed a "racist" if you point out that Aborigines are disproportionately represented in crime statistics. You're considered even more "racist" if you endorse a compassionate "one standard; one standard for all" approach to address the problem. But you're an "anti-racist" if you say there's not a problem, then create and fund a racially specific quasi-police force to deal with it (and ineffectually).

This is the kind of creepy double-think that afflicts Alan Carpenter's Labor, one of the most sanctimoniously PC regimes in Oz. And it's one of the many reasons an increasing number of voters want to get rid of it.

If the West Oz Libs want to make the inevitable swing against Labor even greater, they should really focus on this particular issue. They should promise to disband the Nyoongar Patrol immediately if elected, and make a point of condemning the revolting, sinister racism that was instrumental in its creation.

We all know that contemporary art is crap. This is particularly so when it is a representation of actual crap (which seems to occur quite often). 

But not only is this crap art exceedingly crappy. Sometimes it's quite dangerous.