The following elections occurred in the year 2007.
Kevin Michael Rudd (born 21 September 1957) is an Australian politician who was the 26th Prime Minister of Australia from 2007 to 2010. He also served as the Minister for Foreign Affairs from 2010 to 2012. A member of the Australian Labor Party, Rudd has served in the House of Representatives since the 1998 federal election, representing Griffith, Queensland.
Rudd was born in Queensland and grew up on a dairy farm. He joined the Australian Labor Party at the age of 15 and was dux of Nambour State High School in 1974. He studied an arts degree in Asian studies at the Australian National University, majoring in Chinese language and Chinese history. In 1981, he married Thérèse Rein and they have three children. He worked for the Department of Foreign Affairs from 1981 and from 1988 he was Chief of Staff to the Queensland Labor Opposition Leader and later Premier, Wayne Goss. After the Goss government lost office in 1995, Rudd was hired as a Senior China Consultant by the accounting firm KPMG Australia.
Joseph Benedict "Joe" Hockey (born 2 August 1965), is an Australian politician and member of the Australian House of Representatives, representing the Division of North Sydney for the Liberal Party of Australia since 1996.
Hockey was a Minister in the Howard Government and is currently the Shadow Treasurer under Opposition Leader Tony Abbott in the Liberal/National Coalition.
Hockey was born in North Sydney as the youngest of four children. His father, Richard Hockey was born in Bethlehem (then in the British Mandate of Palestine) and migrated to Australia in 1948. Hockey is of Armenian and Palestinian background and the family name was originally Hokeidonian. Hockey attended St Aloysius' College in Milson's Point and the University of Sydney, residing at St John's College, where he graduated with degrees in Arts and Law. While at university he was President of the Student Representative Council. He was a banking and finance lawyer, and Director of Policy to the Premier of New South Wales, before entering politics.
Samuel Kivuitu (born 1939) was head of the now defunct Electoral Commission of Kenya. He was reappointed to his post by the Kenyan President Mwai Kibaki ahead of the 2007 general election, having already been in charge during Kenya's general elections in 1997, 2002 as well as a constitutional referendum in 2005. Samuel Kivuitu was appointed to the post By Daniel Arap Moi replacing Zacchaeus Chesoni , who was the head of the Electoral commission during Kenya's 1992 general election,
Kivuitu was educated in Uganda (1959–61) and Tanzania (1961–65). He was elected MP for Parklands in 1969-74 and 1983-88.
The Chaser are an Australian satirical comedian group, known for their television programmes on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation channel. The group take their name from their production of satirical newspaper, a publication known to challenge conventions of taste. The group's motto is "Striving for Mediocrity in a World of Excellence".
The Chaser's earliest foundations were Charles Firth, Dominic Knight, and Chas Licciardello who went to Sydney Grammar School together and produced a small satirical school magazine entitled The Tiger. Later on, Firth and Knight met Craig Reucassel and Julian Morrow at the University of Sydney. Firth, Knight, Reucassel, Morrow, Licciardello, and later Chaser members Chris Taylor and Andrew Hansen all went to the University of Sydney. Firth, Knight, Reucassel and Morrow began writing for the University of Sydney student newspaper entitled Honi Soit. In 1999 the four members began The Chaser and their first newspaper project entitled The Chaser. The Chaser members are:
Jeune, j’ai souvenir d’une « Mme Nicole »
instit’ qui pensait qu’un Bougnoule n’était pas fait pour l’école !
J’portais un velours troué, des bottes rouges en plastique,
une cagoule en laine, un chandail ou des « Play-Basket ».
Le coiffeur ne savait même pas encore que j’existais !
Mais , soit sûr que le 1er qui nous a vus s’est désisté !
Pourtant jeune et innocent, la morve au nez sans Kleenex,
on squatte le bac à sable avec nos « Shabs » et nos idées
afin de faire du vandalisme même sans le savoir !
Nos parents n’ont pas donc on erre sans avoir !
D’après nos voisins, de gros racistes, je le précise,
nous étions mal élevés et leurs bergers allemands mieux dressés !
Moi, j’y crois pas , d’ailleurs j’y ai jamais cru
car , parental est le seul amour que j’ai jamais eu !
Donc pour pas se véner, ce qui me met à l’amende :
les vertus du « Naanaa » donc du thé à la menthe !
1ère époque bidonville, ambiance clandestine dans un bar à Barbès
thé à la menthe, couscous et tagines à la carte.
Plus de scopitones pour Mouloud et Saïd AbdAllah.
Avec un sale accent, pas de salamaleks me dit Hassan l’athlète
originaires d’Algérie , d’Hollywood à Tamanrasset.
Plus de thé à la menthe, juste des palabres amères !
Comme un malade mental, j’ai mal à la tête, je cavale en
stan-smith adidas, jean 501, ça va j’m’en tape !
Ici c’est v’là l’attentat, pour quelques douzes de plus, y a des
carnages dans l’air.
Cette France me désintègre : on classe l’Arabe comme un barbare
bancal !
Nique la culture du barbecue, du steak et des fast-foods !
Au bled , c’est la djellaba et les sandales, d’Oujda à Casablanca,
c’est banal en bas de la tess, je m’emmerde et je pèse que dalle.
Ça se balafre en bas de mon hall, ma peine et ma joie se
confondent,
et c’est tout ce qui reste de notre héritage culturel !
Une adolescence « Nastase et 501, Pento, cassette de funk et le
daron en 505 ».
Mais vint le mot « Problème » avec un grand P,
face auquel tout le monde a tremblé ou trempé !
Après l’innocence, le pessimisme s’est ancré,
devant l’incandescence, le droit chemin s’est cambré !
Je lui ai tendu la main et le bonheur m’a crampé,
genre « seul l’argent et l’honneur peut me rendre vrai » !
Mais ici, on peut t ‘accuser de choses que si t’avais fait : tu te
pendrais !
Il leur faut un arabe, un noir, c’que tu veux , bref du concret !
On a eu la chance de ne jamais se prendre au sérieux…
Côtoyer le vice sans jamais faire le saut périlleux.
Modelant notre vie loin du saut de l’ange…
A l’école , nous, vautours, contre l’albatros de Baudelaire !
On s’est retrouvé dans le rap contre toute réelle attente…