Graphical Manipulations #120: Gourdliness, Toads, A Rat Rampage And An Apocalypse!

I’ve now been sitting looking at the screen for ten minutes winding the mouse wheel up and down looking at the Graphical Manipulations and wondering where to start!

Maybe with the continued illumination of a Prime Minister in the throes of exploding himself, with picturesquely stupid decisions, all over an increasingly revolted electorate?  Or, perhaps, the rumbling of a disquieted Lieberal Party in the throes of trying to decide whether to dump a Prime Ministerial albatross, while being dead scared that behaving like the Labor Party did last time might condemn then to the same fate in 2016.  Little secret folks.  The Prime Winky Dill ain’t anywhere near as populace popular as Rudd was when he was removed!  Mind you, the PWD could be just as ugly as Rudd was when tearing down Julia Gillard thereby creating his own albeit rather brief rebirth!  Dear! Ohhh dear!  Thou dost sitteth upon the pointy horns of a rather dubious dilemma, eh?

Or, we could start with a rout!  You know.  The one where a bunch of arrogant, self-serving, supremely confident Queensland Lieberal/Neutered Puppies get done over (electorally) by some bird, that nobody really knows, in some party that’s almost a rump, which may very well now end up running Queensland – and probably firing up a Royal Commission into corruption in the last Government just to finish the rout with a bit of blood in the streets and the criminals in gaol!  You know!  That rout!!

But perhaps we should consult the soothsayers for some mystical insight and consider a word, or two, from Gourd.

Our Toads, as usual, are showing their deep concern for the political ructions and considering the possible candidates for a move on our Prime Winky Dill of a Prime Minister.

Never left short of a comment or two that Bloody Rat has rampaged in and commandeered most of the rest of the GM with his snide insights into things political.  Rat was dismayed that our Scotty Morrison appears to have been left out on a limb in the game of pass the Prime Ministership.

Thought that the Lieberals were really scraping the bottom of the barrel – or that the MSM was scraping the bottom of the barrel – when Mal Brough’s name was mentioned as a possible PM contender.  Scotty Morrison must be livid!!

But Rat just couldn’t avoid Tony (the Rabbott) Abbott since much of the week has been about Tony.  With Tony being well, somewhat silly, embarrassing, annoying, gauche, laughable, irritating, gormless, feckless, quaint (in a lunatic sort of way), and well, really, not behaving as you would expect a Prime Minister to, well, behave I guess!  Rat thought that Tony’s comment about electronic graffiti was very witty.  Stupid and irrelevant in the modern world, but witty!

Rat felt that the Rabbott should heed the advice of one of his back bencher’s, whose intentions are rather unclear at the moment, and pop into a pub for a bit of “Public Governance Advice”!  Nice Three Word Slogan that!!

He felt that it was not a good idea to lay the “dementia” moniker on voters, who had just trashed a couple of your own State LNP governments seeing that you are heading towards your next election and that that apparent dementia might just be short term, and they’ll recall what you said when they vote next!  Silly Tony, silly!

Rat got the feeling that the speech to the National Press Club was more about warning off possible contenders and reminding the party, reminding the party, that’s reminding the party what happened to the other mob when they played Prime Ministerial musical chairs.  That’s musical chairs!

He also thought that claiming that the excellent performance of team members was due to the fact that they had a very good captain might just cheese off enough of them to induce in said team players a strong urge to remove the captain and provide him with a suppository of wisdom while they were undertaking said removal!

And all that Rattery, once he was back in the strait jacket, suitably sedated and in the padded cage, led strangely to thoughts of apocalypses, and this;

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

Except for;

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!