There’s a black bile rising in the throat! The eyes glaze over as a red rage threatens to burst a blood vessel or two and the anger mounts towards an explosion of vitriol and violence! And it’s only the first political headline of the day which has served to recreate, after a relatively peaceful nights sleep, and extremely grumpy old bugger!!
There are not enough expletives and turns of phrase which would remotely describe the level of anger felt about the cesspit that we call “Federal Politics”! Finally reaching the age where one could forgo the office power politics and the visionary myopics in management positions, anticipation of a peaceful retirement of relaxation and enjoyment of a leisurely perambulation through the declining years has been rudely shattered by a bunch of self-serving scumbags totally lacking in any vision whatsoever and whose sole agenda appears to be to screw everyone who earns less than $150,000 per annum, whilst ensuring that upon their exit from Parliament their comfortable existence will be assured up until someone stuffs them into the furnace! Praise be The Gourd!! Fortunately the generous gift of half decent genes from forebears has provided Deknarf a reasonable constitution and a 120ish, 60ish blood pressure which has served well in preventing apoplexy at the height of righteous indignation, viz “self serving scumbags”!
However, at least said scumbags, provide the Graphical Manipulation opportunity – and a place to which one can venture forth on an escapist journey!
Good ole Mr Eleventy Hockey was doing his best to talk up the desire (non-existent) of increasing the GST of which Joe had no desire to contemplate raising if the blame for an increase could be laid at the Federal Government’s door. A passing of the mega-bucks you might say!
The Indonesians put a spanner in the works by performing a cull on their cattle imports from Australia. Our Barnaby was naturally disappointed in a similar manner to his level of disappointment about the granting of that mine somewhere or other!
Gina Rhinehart did a delightful “poor, poor, pitiful me” piece on the ABC the other night letting us know in no uncertain terms; “who’s da mumma!!”
That Bloody Rat stepped up with his typical cynics viewpoint of the Federal Government’s Budget strategy.
And was also mightily impressed at Malcolm Fraudband’s firm grasp and complete control of his portfolio. It was just the Captain’s Calls that tended to blindside!
And of course there was Bronwyn Bishop, she of the helmeted hair, who has undertaken the difficult job of demonstrating to the dubious voter the value of providing substantial largesse to the hardworking political self-servers.
The Bloody Rat lost all sense of reality when he found out that Abbott had confidence in Bronny but would put her on probation until the detritus from the fan was adequately dispersed, and the odour had faded into the background.
And Deknarf just couldn’t help himself and provided a little poem for the occasion of inappropriate largesse.
In a final word on the nature of greed our Erudite Rat found what he considered to be a suitable comment.
And finally in a fit of pique over the whole smelly Bishop saga we dashed off an email of annoyance to our Prime Minister, which much to our chagrin didn’t quite make it. We however were most grateful that whilst “there was a problem we should try again – in about 30 days”! I guess that leaves time for the whole smelly deal to blow over, eh Tony? And a !@#$%^&* to you too mate!!
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! We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!