This one’s a hotch potch hoi polloi mainly because the scribbling manipulator was off doing “tourist guide” to a couple of visiting Japanese guests who received a surfeit of pure white sand at Jervis Bay’s Hyam’s Beach – along with a decent catchup and an enjoyable wine, dine and relax. So it’s . . . . . .
Nice to see that Adani is putting its best foot forward and the best man on the job of digging a large hole somewhere in sunny Queensland.
And that lead, naturally, to thoughts of coal and the burning of it and . . . . . .
Our Uhuh Rat thought that Federal Cities Minister Jamie Briggs epitomised the Federal Lieberal politician with his behaviour. Lie till you’re caught, laughingly confess, try to drag someone else into the frame by suggesting that they are to blame for something else! Excellent work Jamie! Glad I’m not in your electorate!
Our sheeple noticed that some mystics were in the process of building a non-floating replica of a boat which floated and was, apparently, the saviour of all creatures great and small. Being sheeple, and not fully conversant with the mystical stuff, they kinda got the message – more or less.
We noted that in the great taxation thing. It’s not really a debate, more a flotation, there were mumblings about a death tax resurrection. We suspect that there will be a lot of pressure to return the stake to the heart of said beastie and a rapid re-interment!
The Bloody Rat was impressed with Scott Morrisons disdain for those who would modify his legislative masterpieces.
And Rat also felt that if Kevin Rudd is going to provide gratuitous advice it would be best that it be related to those activities in which he has shown great skill. Like “Leaking & Undermining 101” for example.
Rat also thought Andrew Nickolic was somewhat misguided in his estimations of Peter Dutton’s usefulness.
Our Toads, ever the celebrity followers, were excited to see that Malcolm Turnbull finally got to shake the hand of the royal tampon Prince Charles.
And finally our Erudite Rat, saddened and dismayed by the recent events in France and concerned about the retributive thunder of war drums, was hopeful that a deep breath and a pause for thought would be taken before precipitate action occurred that could not be reversed, and only making the situation far worse. He thought that the words of an ancient warrior might be relevant at a time like 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!