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.
He was bemused at how Homo sapiens (sub-species voterus stupidus) could continue to remain unchanged by evolution.
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.
Was thoroughly amused when our very own Scotty Morrison told us to expect longer delays at airports.
Thought that the lock-down of the Parliamentary ministerial wing was absolutely the right thing to do.
And was, finally, very pleased that our Prime Winky Dill showed every confidence in our anti-terrorist troops.
We felt that we would well do without the spectre of knives, I phones and victims and such horrible stuff.
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.
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!
But then, we got ourselves all relaxed and comfortable, secure in the knowledge that, out there, somewhere, Team Australia was ever alert.
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!