Herr Ratzinger meets Sirocco, the kakapo parrot (or: Birds of a feather)
Today, I have two vaguely related stories for you – and we will move from absurd comedy to unintended satire…
… helped by two protagonists with sex on the brain…
… and who are both quite willing to let their feelings be known in both an unrepressed and quite maniacally agressive manner.
First, there’s this story of a New Zealand kakapo parrot:
“The New Zealand prime minister has given the country’s most famous parrot a job in his government, it has emerged. An endangered kakapo parrot, named Sirocco, which rose to fame last year after it attempted to mate with the head of Mark Carwardine, the wildlife presenter, during the BBC’s ‘Last Chance to See’ series, has been appointed by John Key as the world’s first “spokesbird for conservation”. “
It’s kind of cool to have an avian sex addict as a spokesbird of anything – though one feels it would feel more at home as spokesbird of Playboy. It would be interesting to see what the parrot would do to Hefner’s head (or to that bunny, come to think of it.)
Anyway, let’s leave the parrot and move on to the second story, in which an old guy that dresses up like a bird is also making the news - again… - ranting about his favourite obsession: The things that other people do in the privacy of their bedrooms.
Though I, for one, would prefer to be fucked by a parrot than listen to the hateful homelies of Herr Ratzinger:
“Benedict XVI says legislation safeguarding rights of same-sex couples violates ‘natural law’. Pope Benedict XVI has condemned British equality legislation for running contrary to “natural law” as he confirmed his first visit to the UK later this year.”
To which the only sane reply would be to tell him to – quite litterally – mind his own fucking business.
(Of course, this would be funnier if the Norwegian Blue had been a Papal White but you can’t have it all…)
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