It’s starting to become an embarrassment, that a Leftie like me, under all that rage at the incompetence of Rabbott’s Team Australia, began to experience the faint stirrings of feeling sorry for this pathetic bunch of losers, commonly referred to as the Federal Government, as they continued to run their political disaster to its horrible end! I have however, after several stiff drinks, and by forcing myself to stare at the photo of Tony Rabbott kissing Bronwyn Bishop for fifteen minutes, completely removed any sorrowful feeling. The photo is attached should you also have such urges. I strongly recommend a nice Brandy, and as indicated, at least fifteen minutes of forced staring. However, each to his own, and no doubt a Whisky would serve equally well. Try not to blink!
I thank Alex Ellinghausen for his pictorial assistance in this matter.
It would be remiss, and most out of character, not to deliver a parting shot at the Bronwyn Bishop debacle so collective nounery came to mind, and lead to this.
This was the week when we were advised that Australia’s Carbon Dioxide emissions had increased and we would like to recognise the Federal Government’s Direct Action Policy for its efforts in this area.
The populace of this big brown land were also advised that, after getting his own way, our Prime Minister Rabbott cleared the way for his ministers to, once again, appear on the ABC’s QandA. Our toads were not overjoyed!
It’s truly unfortunate that with electronic media and the internet, everything, and I mean EVERTHING, gets stored, copied, clouded, and other stuff, so that it never actually disappears from the digital ether. And our politicians are beginning to realise that, despite removing silly comments from their websites, they keep popping out of the digital ether – usually perpetuated by someone intent on indicating just how foolish you look when the comment comes back to kick you in the bum. Isn’t that right Tony?
Our Uhuh Rat was impressed with the efforts being made by politicians of all colours to show their concern that they’d been caught out “Snort Rorting”, mainly because there’s always someone who supersizes when they visit the trough and spoils it for everyone else.
That Bloody Rat was suitably impressed by Simon Chapman who had the courage to call a spade a spade, or in this case a frootloop a frootloop!
Rat also thought that Tony was taking the promissory note trick just a tad too far, given the disappearance of all those promissory notes given prior to the last election. On your own head be it Tony!
At about this point democracy raised its battered head once more above the battlements willing to take another hit from those who saw the concept as wearisome in the extreme.
Our Erudite Rat searched through the wealth of wisdom to find something relevantly democratic.
And all of that, lead to the contemplation of evolution, nature, and the way of things, and this.
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!