Word around the traps, within the Lieberal Party and its associated Neutered Puppies, is that to maintain consistency with the Three Word Slogan (TWS to the cognoscenti) policy, all future speeches will consist solely of three word sentences. It’s hoped that this overall uniformity will further assist in lulling the swingeing voters into a mind numbing sense of absolute futility and an overwhelming desire to vote conservative (excluding PUPs and other fringe RWP (that’s Right Wing Ponces).
As there is already a TLA (Three Word Acronym for the non-cognoscenti) for the TWS which conflicts with the potential acronym for the three word sentence (TWS for the not so sharp – hence the conflict), an internal competition has begun to come up with an appropriate TLA that does not conflict with the current TWS. The winner of the competition will be given a FBS (that’s Front Bench Seat) and a PPP (that’s Personally Picked Portfolio).
So let’s try. Howdy there Leaners. Great week, eh? Not much politicking. Parliament House deserted. Abbott looked good! Put down Putin. Looked very patriarchal. Dismal failure though! Adage very true. Can’t polish turds!
Morrison very upset. Dictionary, thesaurus confiscated. New policy forbids. Bookcase will go. Graphical Manipulation opportunities? Opportunistic moments abounded! Let’s go there!!
I have a strange suspicion that the Liberal criteria for Senator selection (especially in Queensland) has requirements in it that prospective Senators have an IQ of less than 90 and a small, nasty and narrow mind. Don’t believe me? What more proof do you require;
Ahhhh! Kathy Jackson, ever the noble fighter for the rights of her beleaguered union brothers and sisters. Fighting the good fight, and making sure that she looks beautifully manicured (on other people’s money) while doing so;
As we haven’t heard any rumblings about challenges to our Prime Winky Dill, given his atrocious polling, starting one of our own seemed appropriate;
Unable to be contained, that Wascally Widdle Wat added a few insights of his own, on Julie Bishop showing her tough, diplomatic ‘foot in mouth’ side;
And Joe (Eleventy) Hockey’s little hissy fit at a recalcitrant @#%^*&@ Senate full of recalcitrant @#%^*&@ non-complaiant @#%^*&@ unrepresentative swill @#%^*&@ Senators
Was impress with Tony telling Vlad where to get off. Wonder why he never told us all the right things that Vlad said;
Rat was particularly impressed with the potential, possible, maybe, perhaps, perhaps, well, never in living memory, bonus from the repeal of the Great Big Tax;
At that point we just couldn’t pass by Barnaby Joyce’s claim of $100 lamb legs without a passing some sort of anal, sorry banal, comment;
We felt a little sorry for Tony’s “Gillard Fate’ in having to deal with an obstreperous and difficult Senate minority – for about a femto-second;
And that brought about thoughts of all those promises made, and all those promises kept, and;
At that point, and just for a brief moment, a whiff of religious adage swept in while considering polls with “AS YE SOW, SO SHALL YE REAP!!”, or words to that effect;
And then Rupert Murdoch came a long and rained on everyone’s parade by letting the business community know exactly what he thought of politicians;
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!