If you have ever wondered where it’s all going to, it appears that it’s “to hell in a handcart” mainly. Apart from the media ecstasy at the resurgence in the polls of the Lieberals under their new (well re-constituted really) Prime Minister and their evident delight at the imminent demise of the Labor leader Bill Shorterm due to his “tanked” poll numbers, it’s all pretty much of a muchness. The only real change is that the disingenuous political mutterings have got longer but have still managed to either dissimulate or obfuscate, but essentially the policy thrust is the same. Take as much as you can from those not your mates, and give as much as you can too your mates! Is it ever thus? We’ve had a bit or Cayman Island envy, countered by the “you can think what you want but I’m still filthy rich” response as well as a bit of a hiccup over a marble table broken and souvenired in the Rabbott demise debauchery party. Apart from that the Lieberal Government is aglow with Malcolm Turnbull’s poll turnaround and the Labor Party is looking askance at Shorten’s poor showing now that the Rabbott has gone! So let’s let the cynics of our animalia loose to pour their scorn on the doings of Homo sapiens sub-species Australis.
You’ve really got to wonder where we get our politicians from? And it would appear not from anywhere where intellect and rational discourse are fostered as essential to the ascent of man. And I thought that that “whokka, whokka, whokka” noise was just a throbbing headache from a crappy red wine!
The Toads were impressed at our attempt to emulate the “Dracula in charge of the blood bank” story with a fairy tale uniquely Australian.
The Bloody Rat thought that Christopher Pyne, despite his portfolio change, had lost none of his charm and “fix-it” ability by attempting to fix two problems conjointly – if you see what I mean.
Rat was also impressed with Minister Cash who quite obviously was determined to show those cheeky bloody public servants just who had been given control of the pay rise piggy bank.
Rat also wondered if Scott Morrison was secretly cloning himself given that whatever portfolio he touches, and then moves on from, ends up with a minister that sounds just like him!
Rat was also pleased to see that while the Government was keen to look seriously at clawing back the largesse provided to wealthy superannuants it was also intent in ensuring that the less wealthy superannuants, who have their money in “not for profit” funds, weren’t going to get all that moolah just for themselves either.
He was also bemused at just how quickly love-children can become outcasts and banished from sight.
Rat was also particularly enamoured of Josh Frydenberg’s morality which seems to revolve around saving millions of lives by burning millions of tonnes of coal.
And it seems that love is in the air now that Malcolm has taken over the reins and brought his suave and sophisticated demeanour to wooing those crusty buggers on the crossbenches. He’s got them all weak-kneed and gooey!! Ewwwww!!
And on that particular note our Erudite Rat provides a timely warning that not all love, particularly of the political kind, necessarily runs smooth.
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!