Graphical Manipulations #106: Gough, El Nino, Dummkopf, The Rat, Idiots T Shirts And Red Herrings!


Like many of my peers back in the 60’s and 70’s we had slumbered through the days of Ming and his less impressive successors with an underlying discomfort that there must be something more to life than what was offered. Mind you Cocky Caldwell and the so-called ‘faceless men’ of the Labor party instilled little confidence that there was a viable alternative to the landed gentry Liberals.  And then in the period of the growth of pop music and the baby boomer restlessness along came Gough Whitlam and gave the Great Australian stupor a good kick in the arse!

Pretty much, in one fell swoop Gough delivered: free medical care; scrapping of university fees for a generation of students; aboriginal land rights; the racial discrimination act; a diplomatic relationship with China; women in power; an end to our involvement in the Vietnam War; an end to conscription; an end to the death penalty; legal aid; an Australian national anthem; a scrapping of the British honours and an Order of Australia; protected environmental sites; lowering the voting age to 18; more young people in politics, and; some say the precursor to Triple J. Not bad for someone whose political flame burnt brightly for such a short time.

His scrapping of University fees gave me the opportunity for a University education as a mature-age student fresh from the beginning of the dying days of the newspaper industry. The study culminated in a post graduate degree and a reasonably successful career doing something that I really enjoyed – science.  For that, I am eternally grateful to Gough.

To say that I was angry at the dismissal would be an understatement – I still am! And despite the reconciliation between Fraser and Whitlam, Fraser will always be Kerr’s Cur!  Although the passage of time and various exposes related to the roles that the United States of America and Britain played in Gough’s downfall should, perhaps, make Fraser a servant of the two powers and Kerr his lapdog.  I guess we will never really know the whole truth of the matter.

Anyhow, Michael Pascoe put Gough in perspective far more succinctly than I could. And I’ll just say; ‘vale Gough’, and leave it to him.

Vale Gough

And that state of status quo regardless of the consequences and deliberate denial of the evidence by our current government led to;

El Nino Cometh

And thoughts of idiots led back to our ‘macho man’ Mathias Corman and his apparent Prussian arrogance.

Misogyny Corman

The mention of Mathias brought That Bloody Rat scampering out to provide his view on the issue and the ‘really clever’ response by one of the Labor drongos.

Dickhead Rat

Health Minister Dutton blustered his confidence that Ebola would be contained if it ever got to Straylya, whilst those who know were in denial. Rat was rightfully concerned that his ‘mob’ might get the blame again.

Ebola Rat

Rat was also happy that while the Government Of Fools (note TWS) might be inhabiting the government benches they weren’t actually in control.

Foreign Policy Rat

But he was most impressed by Tourism Minister Andrew Robb’s excellent use of taxpayer funds.

Restaurant Rat

With rat back in his hole, it was thought timely to mention our National Idiot for the day.

Joyce Hansard Duck

And thoughts of Gough, and real policy for the betterment of the nation and its people led to T-shirts.

Policy Not Slogans

Which led to wondering about what happened to THE BUDGET EMERGENCY and why recent announcements by the government were developing a distinct piscine aroma.

Red Herrings

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT: If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT: All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition! We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #105: Shirtfronts, T Shirts, The Rat, Command, Confidence, And Other Bits!


Hmmm! ‘Shirtfronting’ seems, these days, to have a different connotation to that I recall from my Sandgroper days. In those days of callow youth when the brain was predominantly controlled by the gonads and testosterone, the fine art of ‘Shirtfronting’, largely practised by those who couldn’t control their aggression and their alcohol consumption, was somewhat different to what the interpretation appears to be today.  I hasten to note that I, like many of my peers left this youthful callowness behind at around 21/22 years of age and avoided participation in such practises.  It would seem that some of our current politicians still remain in that state of callowness.

Anyhow, the art of shirtfronting went basically as follows. Some sort of insult or affront would be imagined or delivered.  A shirt would be grabbed at about the point where the collars joined on the chest, the hand twisted into a fist whilst pulling the ‘shirtfronted’ well within the area where spittle from the upcoming abuse would spray liberally upon their face.  This would be followed by, naturally, the abuse and the offer to ‘do somefin abart id’ (or grunts to that effect).  Should the shirtfronter be a bit slow off the mark, the knee driven by the shirtfronted into the shirtfronter’s gonads would quickly put an end to the confrontation.  There being some strange moral code in those days the person falling to the floor after such a confrontation was rarely kicked or abused further since the confrontation was classified as complete upon a backdown or a successful ‘knee job’ by the shirtfronted, or an ensuing fight won by either party, or stopped by a bevy of ‘mates’.

As noted last week we just couldn’t resist a bit of shirtfronting in our Graphical Manipulations. So some simplified instruction on the fine art was considered warranted.

Drongo T Shirt

PS:  For those foreign readers who may not be up with Australia’s unique slant on the English language, as she is spoke:  Drongo = A ‘no-hoper’ or fool, and;  Nob = An irritating idiot with no redeeming features.  Cynics would also say that the difference between these terms and ‘politician’ is almost indistinguishable.

It was also thought that one should also hedge one’s bets given that the shirtfronting promise by our illustrious Prime Winky Dill may not turn out exactly as planned.

Shirtfront Putin T Shirt

Being in a shirtish format GM became locked in the T shirt theme when considering that our PWD had shown his strong support for the industry with pollution as its collateral damage. But as has been noted by you know who, ‘shit happens’!

Demon Coal

And we just couldn’t let macho man Mathias Cormann off without a ‘girly man’ t shirt of his very own.

Girly Men for Mathias

The Rat, as is his form, popped out for his quirky take on things homo sapient with;

Mirabella Rat

Looked approvingly upon the Australian Tax Office as it endeavoured to keep the public in the dark as to who the Public Service Minister was.

ATO Abetz Rat

And finally wondered just how long it would be before those silly humans realised that The Great Leader had promised much, but delivered so little.

Tony Shirtfront

The Rats view of the world led to thinking about just who was in charge of Team Australia and it was determined that we were also being kept in the dark about that too.

Petas in Control

And we were particularly impressed when The Great Leader expressed his abiding confidence in the capability of Australian companies and their workers.

Submariner Abbott

It was felt opportune to provide another calmness poster to ensure that the populace wasn’t overly disturbed by the shirtfronting threats.

Keep Calm Shirtfront

And despite the fact that we’d GM’d our usual ten, we just couldn’t leave Mathias alone!

Daffy Duck Cormann

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT: If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT: All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition! We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #104: Moving, Hate, Tunnel Light, The Rat, Doormats, Commanders And Trust!


Cynic (say sin-ik) noun a person who believes that people’s reasons for doing things are selfish, bad, or for ulterior motives and shows this by sneering at them. Cynical adjective, cynically adverb, cynicism noun (Thanks Oxford).

I’ve never been one for self diagnosis but have been concerned for some time that I was beginning to mistrust the motives of the Team Australia Captain and the rest of his Main Team Australia as compared to the Rabble Team Australia (that’s the one’s who do all the menial work).  Whenever I heard a statement or claim about a budget emergency, or a Jihadi threat, or a recalcitrant senate, or not exactly a war but a humanitarian destruction of antihumanitarianists I’d yell “moo poo” at the television or pour coffee on the newspaper, or initiate some other act of derisory behaviour like swearing at the radio.  Such behaviour was not only distressing to myself, but becoming an increasing burden to those who orbit around my little world of angst.  So we took ourselves onto the web and entered the great cloud of information residing thereon and Google searched the manifestation descriptors of my apparent malady.  Sure enough back came the diagnosis that I was a cynic, was displaying the characteristics of cynicism and that there was, alas, no cure.  However, while there is no cure for my malady, we do know who to blame for it – don’t we?  Hmmmmm?

I do however feel that as a confirmed cynic I must refute the comment that I’m sneering.  I’m more inclined to believe that I’m jaundiced, sardonic, sceptical, scoffing or just plain suspicious.  Judge for yourself!

As you often find when rummaging, graphics appear that, while dealing with elsewhere, are so bloody applicable to ‘dealings Australiana!’

Two Party System

It was nice to see that our current Government led by the Team Australia Captain was ensuring that the voters in their electorates were being favourably treated by their policy machinations.

Time to Move

That moves were afoot to ensure that outsider (anyone not in Team Australia) hate – speakers would not be allowed to enter the country.  Some, by virtue of being in the country as well as in Team Australia, are excluded from such foot shuffling moves.

Hateful Jonesy

It’s always nice to know that the long, dark and dank tunnel we entered in September 2013 has a light at the end of it!

Lighted Tunnell

Tunnels, darkness, and a goodly bit of dank drew The Bloody Rat out with his insightful take on things humanly idiosyncratic.  He found Greg Hunt delightfully obfuscatory.

Liar Hunt Rat

Took serious issue with OECD claims that Canberra was the best of all possible places in the best of all possible worlds (sorry Dr Pangloss)

Canberra Rat

Rat was particularly impressed with the hyperbolic propagandistic, photo opportunistic conveniently arranged photography of “that sword of the apocalypse” featured in the recent Jihadist terror raids which all amounted to nought really.

Plastic Sword Rat

He was also impressed with Team Australia Captain’s excellent flippity floppity backflip with pike with regard to Vlad the Impaler Putin, especially when he floppity flippity flipped back with a gut wrenching “shirtfront” threat to our Vlad (that’ll be a feature next week).

Switchback Abbott Rat

Dispensing with The Rat and returning to the sceptically jaundiced world of the confirmed cynic we grudgingly acknowledge the release of the latest NO Coalition doormats.  At discounted prices no less!

Plutocrat Doormat

We felt that this little song more aptly describes the intentions of the Prime Winky Dill aka the Team Australia Captain aka The Great Commander.

Commander Abbott

And that this Graphical Manipulation aptly describes how this confirmed cynic feels about this self-serving, uncaring Liberal/National Party coalition Government.

Lost Trust

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT:  If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT:  All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition!  We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #103: Dinner, Pigs, Lies, That Rat, Calmness and Miniaturisation!


Having just watched the ABC’s Four Corners related to surveillance our concerns about our government behaving like Big Brother under Scotty Morrison’s new Ministry Of Everything has led to the necessity of the family Deknarf turning to the craft of the spy to avoid the curious from knowing what we are up to in our usually mundane lives.  As well as secret drop letterboxes, known only to the immediate family, and changed regularly, we have also decided that we will, in future, use Once Upon A Time Codes to encrypt messages.  Before going completely covert, and in order to get the words out to those in the know, “The Pokey Little Puppy” will be used to advise of the next once upon a time code.  Let me assure all of you that ‘the grey dog has found the bone”.  You know what I mean!!

In plain text:  Dear Government authorities, if you are watching, listening, tracking etc, etc, do us a favour and “follow”.  I need all the followers I can get!   ;-)

We discovered another cartoon which seemed to ideally suit Australia In Retrograde under Trusty Team Australia and their commitment to do their very best for our venerated and respected oldies out there.

Oldy Dog Food

We were naturally pleased when concerns were raised in the Lieberal/Neutered Puppy party room that politician’s entitlements might no longer be ‘entitled’ so to speak.  Our thanks go to Broadbent, Entsch and Macdonald for raising the issue of the Disappearance Of Rorts.

Three Little Pigs

It was noted that our Beloved Big Brother is increasing his rhetoric about the extremist ISIS as he seeks to garner support (especially in his polling) for the ‘not a war’ in Iraq.

Apocalyptic Abbott

The Bloody Rat, ever ready with a cheeky comment or two let us know that his faith in the intelligence of the Australian voter had been considerably enhanced by recent events.

Booed Abbott Rat

Was pleased to see that the Government wasn’t letting up on those leaning unemployed young people who had nothing better to do than get fat and entertain themselves.

Cheezel Dole Rat

Noted that the rampant pork barrelling within the Parliamentary Halls was also trickling down to appropriate electorates.

Criminal Rat

Rat was also pleased that Mathias wasn’t averse to slapping a tax on the Australian taxpayer to pay for a war that would last god only knows how long, would cost god only knows how much, and god only knows whether it would have a successful outcome – or not!

War Tax Rat

And finally he was most impressed with the complete nonchalant disregard that our mainstream media had for the new security laws and how they might end up in prison if they’re not very careful.  Still, given the decline in the MSM, I suppose prison is a low cost alternative to redundancy, the dole queue and soup kitchens, eh?

Free Press Rat

With The Rat gone we thought, once more, of our bright new future under Big Brother and Team Australia and a calmness descended upon us.

Calm n Watchful

Only to be unnerved by thoughts about miniaturisation and the awful truth that we are being surveilled!!

Watcher Ant

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT:  If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT:  All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition!  We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #102: Shortened, Pyne Excels, Eleventy, Rat Rants, Watched, Box Ticks And Dunderklumpen!


It’s been a stressful week as Jihadi terror initially gripped the household only to be supplanted by fears that George Orwell’s horrific nightmare had come to pass, albeit 30 years too late, and Team Watch Australia was now following every move.  On the internet, on the mobile phone, in the car via my GPS, on the street through CCTV.  GOD!  Now they’ll know that I read the newspapers on my mobile phone in the toilet!  How embarrassing!!  And all those interesting internet sites – I’ve deleted all the web addresses and done a major hard drive clean!  Crikey! High end encryption programs are sooo expensive!  Will the next move be to secretly implant a device in me that monitors what I say, what I eat and, horror or horrors, my bowel and scrotum movements?  Will they know when I’m horny, when I take that secretive glance at the centrefold in Playboy in the newsagents? Q:  Do they still have Playboy in newsagents?  Will they see the appreciative glance at that delightful female body walking past and arrest me as a dirty old man with delusions of youth?  Will I ever be able to make Monty Python jokes again?  Will I be arrested for laughing out loud at replays of Yes Minister?  Or tortured into confessing that I sometimes have sexually explicit dreams.  It’s just too horrible to contemplate and I’m so depressed I’m seriously thinking of throwing myself in front of a Jihadist and crying “take me, take me!”

Such is the consternation that we haven’t been able to let go of the Prime Winky Dill’s “a knife, an IPhone and a victim” and reprised it to an earlier time with;

Mobile Shorten

#HeyASIO please note that I’m being politically bipartisan with the Jihadi joke – OK?

We’ve noted that our Christopher (Whyney) Pyne has not only been making a misogynist of himself;

Earnest Ernie Pyne

but also becoming firmly ensconced in the perjury business along with his other Lieberal mates and their Neutered Puppies with a porky or two about education.

Lying Pyne

And in all that panic and uncertainty we’ve noticed that we haven’t seen much of Joe (Eleventy) Hockey who seems to be keeping a low profile of late.  So we thought we’d just make something up related to the humungous deficit and business tax freedom.

Budget Boy Hockey

Naturally The Rat had to get into the act with a few wittily jaundiced observations of his favourite idiot, homo sapiens.  He thought the Daily Mail and Murdoch quibbling over a bit of trash reportage was amusing.

Plagiarism Rat

Was surprised that sometimes our Prime Winky Dill makes statements that are pretty much on the mark – if placed in the proper context.

British Settler Rat

That George (Bookshelves) Brandis has a small problem with the juxtaposition of humanitarian and military.

Humanitarian Rat

Rat was especially amused with the strident defence of the status quo by our Lieberal senators related to the calls by the populace for a Federal ICAC.  As far as unrepresentative swill goes, I suspect that it might be in the ‘Troughs of Rort”!  Or is that the “Grapes of Wrath?”  Anyhow . . . . .

ICAC Rat

Replacing the Ridiculous Rat into his residence we turned our attention to the new terrorist laws and how Australia might seem to the outsider.

Land of the Watched

And also reprised one of our handy checklists to see just how far we had progressed towards oppression and marching about a lot, shouting slogans and waving our hands in the air.

Nearly Fascist

We were concerned to see that while we were 12/14ths of the way to that state of fascists bliss, we hadn’t advanced since the last time we checked.  We obviously need a few fraudulent elections or a military trained Prime Minister.  I wonder if Bainimarama is free?

And all those thoughts led, ultimately, to the inevitable conclusion that we were clearly in danger from dunderklumpen.

Clear Present Danger

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT:  If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT:  All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition!  We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #101: Fear Nought, A Rat Rampage, Terror And The Watched!


Fellow Team Australians!  The rise of the extremists and their horrific brutalities, as succinctly and repetitiously, portrayed to you in all their gory brutality by our Beloved Team Leader have given rise to considerable worry and distress amongst our apprehensive minions.  Be not alarmed, let go of that anxiety that you may be brutally murdered in your bed, or on the street by rampaging Death Cult Members intent on terrorising the rest of the population and filling the night with cries of alarm and distress.  Our Beloved Team Leader is only telling you such frightful stories for your own good.  To keep you informed and alert to any of those tell-tale symbols of the dreaded terrorist at his evil business.  The surreptitious phone call, that pair of secaturs, the strangely disguised icecream.  So be not afraid, anxious, frightened! Cast away those nightmares secure in the knowledge that whatever the menace, whatever the peril, Team Spying Australia has it’s ear to your phone, knows where you are, what you are doing and where you will be, before you do!  You are safe, watched, but safe.  And will be even more so when we increase our ability to increase surveillance, get you in for an extended period to ask you a few friendly questions (sans torture mind you), and make sure that you are not one of those Death Cult Members that we’ve just been talking about.  Now! Get out there and ‘Enjoy Your Day’!  Remember!!  If you haven’t done anything wrong – then you’ve nothing to hide, eh? Eh!

Before we could get down a couple of Valium to soothe our frayed nerves That Bloody Rat came a-rampaging with a few jaundiced views of the week’s happenings.  He was inspired by the CSIRO telling everyone that it’s getting warmer and being ignored.

Climate Change Rat

He was bemused at how Homo sapiens (sub-species voterus stupidus) could continue to remain unchanged by evolution.

Another War Rat

He was over the moon when the Anglican Dean got down and dirty and blamed Islam for not being a true religion and causing lots of trouble.

False Islam Rat

Was thoroughly amused when our very own Scotty Morrison told us to expect longer delays at airports.

Airport Delay Rat

Thought that the lock-down of the Parliamentary ministerial wing was absolutely the right thing to do.

Parliament Terror Rat

And was, finally, very pleased that our Prime Winky Dill showed every confidence in our anti-terrorist troops.

Smart Cops Rat

We felt that we would well do without the spectre of knives, I phones and victims and such horrible stuff.

Terror Tactics

Considered that The Prime Winky Dill was looking gravely serious when he advised us of all that anti-terror and martial operational stuff and thought we should take it seriously too.

Terror Monkey

And yet, underneath it all, there was this uncomfortable feeling that opportunity had knocked and those not doing so well in Pollie Poll Land might be grabbing such opportunity with both hands and wringing the crap out of it!

Tony Terror Scare

But then, we got ourselves all relaxed and comfortable, secure in the knowledge that, out there, somewhere, Team Australia was ever alert.

Team Watch

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!

AFTERTHOUGHT:  If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT:  All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition!  We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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Graphical Manipulations #100: Electrons, Pyne, Murdoch, Lies, The Rat, And Moo Poo!


I was very pleased to receive mail from my energy supplier the other day.  I can’t really share the ‘origin’ of the letter with you but can say that they put a lot of ‘energy’ into telling me how active they were in adjusting my electricity prices in their billing system following repeal of that naughty carbon tax that was putting so much extra cost on my power bills.  And silly me thought all along it was primarily over-investment in infrastructure and general greed contributing to the price rises!

It was heart-warming to see that they estimated that (on average) the average consumer would, based on their average total energy bill save 8% of their average bill – averaged out of course!  They assured me that as this was an average some lucky customers would save more, and some unlucky customers would naturally, because of the averaging, save less.  Naturally that set me wondering whether I was just average, lucky to be above average, or plain unlucky to be, well, under-average!

It also confirmed that, on average, some 92% of the price rises in my energy bills were, indeed, due to over-investment in infrastructure and general greed. Averaged out of course!

Naturally, in their eagerness to show how keen they were in ensuring that I got the saving that I deserved they advised me that there were some proviso’s on the ‘largesse benefit of the repealed carbon tax’ which might, on average, affect my individual savings.  These might be:

The location of my supply address.  Aww!  You live in a high density area where we had to put in so much new infrastructure – Sorry!

The tariff type and the optional extras on your account.  Oh!  You have a non flexible tariff type and ALL THOSE optional extras – Sorry!

How much electricity you use.  Oh! You super consumer you!  We’re making so much money out of you we can’t give you an 8% (on average of course) cut, that’d eat too far into our profit margins.  Sorry!

The level of any discounts, rebates or non-energy charges on your bills.  Oh!  So we’re already giving you the geriatric’s discount, a rebate for paying early and there are all those energy access, connection and supply continuity charges!  Sorry!

By this time I had gathered that the promissory $550 saving, promised by that “Promiser Extraordinaire” Tony (Prime Winky Dill) Abbott was, well, entirely promissory, as well as totally fictional and confined the explanatory missive from our energy provider to where I originally thought it should reside – in the rubbish bin, which I have now renamed “The Bullshit Receptacle”.  Note the use of the ever so popular Three Word Slogan!!

PS: The signatory of said missive possessed an Irish moniker and that convinced me that someone was truly ‘taking the Mick’, begorrah!

Anyhow enough of that.  Let’s kiss the promissory $550 goodbye and confine such thought to those of wishful thinking and consider how, sometimes, things said as a callow youth come back to haunt you.  Eh Chris?

Pyne Swine

And how, despite all the rules surrounding the undertaking of and carriage of democracy it ain’t quite what it used to be.

Rupert Rules

In the ensuing deep concern and emerging panic, successfully inflamed by the sabre-rattlers and war drum thumpers we were encouraged by our Prime Minister’s soothing words.

Panic Stations Abbott

As usual The Rat stepped up to provide an insight into the political goings on as observed through the rodent mind.  He got a giggle from Tony’s joke.

Priestly Abbott

Was extremely amused at the Prime Winky Dills exuberant confidence as ICAC continued to grind bloodily through the NSW Lieberal Party.

Scandal Abbott Rat

He also felt relieved that Bernie Fraser provided an excellent definition of strangeness related to superannuation.

Superannuation Rat

There was the usual monkey business related to some confusion about budget horrors and terrorist horrors.

Budget Boy Hockey

And the scales of terror warnings were further clarified as Australia lifted its level of terror from medium to high.

TA Scales of Warning

With all the patriotism and Team Australia talk wafting about the airwaves it was felt time to introduce an oath of fealty into this country of disobedient reprobates.

Loyal Tony Oath

And finally, after some deep thought, and still not figuring out exactly what 42 referred to all the scare-mongering led to wondering about budget conspiracies and maybe a little premonition, eh?

Just Moo Poo

And there you have it . . . . . . . .!  Apart from a few warlike thoughts.

A conventional army loses if it does not win.  The guerrilla wins if it does not lose. Henry Kissinger (and he knew what he was talking about)!

The supreme excellence is not to win a hundred victories in a hundred battles.  The supreme excellence is to subdue the armies of your enemies without even having to fight them.  Sun Tzu (and so did this guy)!

AFTERTHOUGHT:  If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!

POSTSCRIPT:  All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition!  We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!

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