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Ördög
(The friendly Hungarian Devil in service of aus.politics and Usenet)

# A court of law goes mainly by written evidence, as verbal testimony tends
to be one version against another - though, if you're caught lying your
whole case can collapse in a heap.
  Hence, unless an email or similar can be unearthed, then all is
supposition or allegation, and nothing can be proved.
  Cynics might claim that an Opposition likes a witchhunt, as it distracts
from their own lack of policy.  Better to attack probity, and get rid of
Ministers one by one, as in Britain, and now here.
  Someone may have Lied to Parliament!  Horrors! As in core and non-core
promises, and never, ever, eh?  But that is lying to the electorate?
  Why are pollies ranked only above used-car salesmen in the probity
stakes?
   What was so shocking about Pauline Hanson?  Racism?  Or saying what she
meant, and meaning what she said?  An honest politician?
   Has a politician been raiding the Treasury and salting funds away
overseas?  Or a somewhat lesser crime, unproven?
   A sense of proportion may be needed.
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 The Super(sales) Man
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 There once was an Honest MP,
 Promised Bliss, unto You and to Me.
 But, once Elected,
 Reneged on Expected;
 Citing "Prevailing Reality".
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 Scale of Veracity:
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(1) Completely Honest ("I cannot tell a lie.")
(2) White Lie (done with best of intentions).
(3) Half-Truth (bending things a bit)
(4) Habitual Liar (not believed when telling truth)
(5) Totally Dishonest (Cretan, of Philosophy fame)
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Diogenes, the Cynic, went about in daylight, with a lantern, looking for an
honest man.
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Irish Ballad
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(Tom Lehrer)
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About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did evryone of them in, them in,
She did evryone of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sisters hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin, -olin,
Playin' a violin.

She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I wont prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.
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Source: www.lyricsfreak.com

Try not w.nk yourself blind over it.

On 19 June, 18:27, "Dr. Sir John Howard, AC, WSCMoF"
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