That Kevin Rudd is really a classy guy!

I don't think anything better summarizes the personality of Australian Labor leader Kevin Rudd than this video clip of the contemptible little git eating earwax in the middle of the Australian Parliament:




You probably don't want a closeup, but this one poses the interesting question, "What does he pick and eat when we're not looking?"

Kevin Rudd tries a Bubba defense

It just gets better. After a brave attempt by various fellow travelers to pass off a drunken strip club visit by Australian Labor Party leader Kevin Rudd as proof that he's just a "bloke" and not the little prig everyone thought, more sober reflection has shifted the game to a Bubba Clinton-style "I didn't inhale" defense:

KERRY O’BRIEN: But can you remember seeing lap dancers performing?
KEVIN RUDD: Look, what I can recall in terms of the actual venue itself was that not much more than you would see in the last 20 years in a certain of the pubs in Australia, I’ve got to say.

KERRY O’BRIEN: But that’s what I would like to clarify. Because you don’t see lap dancing in most pubs in Australia. Can you recall seeing lap dancers performing while you were there?
KEVIN RUDD: No, I can’t.

So the current spin is that Kev was so sh*t-faced he just sat there like a vegetable completely unaware of his surroundings. Not a pretty picture, but likely more acceptable to the Labor Party femnazis and the more straight-laced voters. Meanwhile, Sydney Morning Herald blogger Jack Marx got fired for being a little too imaginative about possible un-vegetable like behavior of the SMH's favorite politician:

The dancer would have begun with some general pole work; a few twirls here and there, leaning back, bending forward at the waist, that sort of thing. Nothing spectacular - not yet - just some gentle gymnastics to get the blood pumping. Perhaps she would have noticed the little man smiling at her from the edge of the stage, perhaps she didn't. But he noticed her, that's for sure. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was gorgeous.

That is one of the less exciting portions.

Kevin Rudd has some new friends

Australian Labor Party leader Kevin Rudd may be embarrassed over his escapade at the Scores strip club in NYC while on a taxpayer financed visit to the United Nations, but some folks are sticking by him including the girls at Melbourne's Goldfingers Men's Club:

The girls of Goldfingers would like to see more of fun loving Kevin '03 rather than the stale and stuffy "Kevin '07" and thus invite him to attend Goldfingers when he visits Melbourne on the campaign trail.

We believe that in his position, Mr. Rudd should be setting an example by supporting "Australian Made" performers rather than spending tax payer's money on US goods!!!!

(Our management will be reminding him on arrival that we have a strict no touching policy in order to avoid a repeat of the Scores fiasco!)

Better yet, whoever is running ole Kev's MySpace operation accepted the "friend" request - "Kevin Rudd accepts Goldfingers friendship during this trying time." C'mon Kev, give the local product a try!

More:

Every MySpace friend request must be approved by Rudd's office, but nobody picked the link.

"It's hilarious," Amber Bartlett, from Goldfingers, said.

"I sent the request as a bit of a joke at 1am . . . and by 9.30am he
was our friend.

"It's a bit surprising.

"It's like he had no hesitation."

Christian Socialist Kevin Rudd offers Australians a new angle

The best part of Kevin Rudd getting kicked out of a NYC strip club is that Mr. Milquetoast is always prattling on about his saintliness:

THE political danger for Kevin Rudd as he contemplates his moment of madness is that it gives the lie to the persona he has so far successfully sold to voters.

We are talking here, not only of Rudd’s deliberate projection as a bookish, Mandarin speaking intellect. But more of his claims to being a church going family man who counts as his hero Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the Lutheran pastor martyred by Adolf Hitler. The aspiration to high principle by association is obvious.

Just last week Rudd addressed the Australian Christian Lobby. He was a prominent member of the Federal Parliamentary prayer group. He has previously declared the Christian faith, along with a commitment to social justice, to be one of the guiding principles of his life.

And this: “For me, my family is the most important thing in my life. It is the backbone of my life.”

Of course, it doesn't help that he was travelling as an Australian representative to the United Nations where high living is a way of life. However, the real question is, considering what normally goes on at the strip bar in question, what could Mr. Milquetoast have possibly done to get kicked out?

Australian PM candiate Kevin Rudd is really a party animal!

You wouldn't guess it to look at him, but Kevin Rudd, Australian Labor Party Leader and PM hopeful in the upcoming election, turns out to be a real party animal after he gets a snootful:

Kevin Rudd's hopes of becoming Prime Minister have been rocked by a visit to a New York strip club where he was warned against inappropriate behaviour during a drunken night while representing Australia at the United Nations.

Mr Rudd yesterday issued a statement to The Sunday Telegraph, confirming he went to the club. But he said he could not recall what happened at the night spot because he had "had too much to drink''.

"If my behaviour caused any offence to anybody whatsoever that evening, I of course wholeheartedly apologise'' he said.

Mr Rudd went to the Manhattan "gentlemen's club'' Scores in September, 2003, when he was Shadow foreign affairs minister.

He was in New York at taxpayers' expense as a bipartisan observer at the UN. Mr Rudd went to the club, which is a well-known haunt of UN diplomats and journalists, with New York Post editor Col Allan and Northern Territory Labor MP Warren Snowdon.

Ole Kev sure got right into the United Nations thing, but a lot of the folks back home probably don't really understand what goes on there so they may be a trifle miffed. Not to mention his wife.

That's OK, Kevin - being a lefty means you'll be forgiven, but if you need some tips just put in a call to Ted Kennedy. The weekend is a bad time, of course, but whenever Ted sobers up I'm sure he'll give you a jingle with some good advice.

This is via Tim Blair who observes that "Haven’t been to the club in question, but things have to get pretty lively at these joints before you’re shown the door." Indeed. The article referenced explains what goes on at Scores, which is pretty much what goes on at any strip club but with higher prices, but here's the nut:

One customer review on the NY City Search site notes: "Scores has the best bouncers among all gentleman clubs in NY City. "They do not interfere unless you really cross the limit."

I wonder what ole Kevin was trying to stuff in her g-string? Kevin says he was too drunk to remember, but there must have been plenty of witnesses. C'mon folks, drop a dime.