|Shane with Balls-Up|
Here are a few shots from a rehearsal for a performance .
I decided that I would shoot the whole thing with slow shutter and think that the results are rather indicative of the performance title: "Esprit de la Dance"
|Ballet Theatre Australia|
Wombat Droppings: the chronicle of the Demise of Australian Egalitarianism and the Rise of Fascism
In a failure-fuelled funk our Prime Miniature, Rabid-the-Hun has taken to throwing his cards in the air as a hubristic method of shuffling his cabinet.
Scott ”The Drone” Morrison is out of The Department of Inflicting Pain, Suffering, Torture and Death on asylum seekers (formerly, Dept. of Immigration) and has been asked to wreak his mis-apprehended Xtianiaty on the poor souls who have to deal with the Dept. of Social Security.
Being in the S.S. will allow Scott to don his fetching Black uniform when whipping the unemployed into shape.
Rabid-the-Hun has doubled the number of women in cabinet. There are now, two!
Peter “Dodo” Dutton, of let’s destroy Medi-Bank notoriety has been allocated Cruelty to Refugees, which given his utter lack of talent should overwhelm him and thankfully cause his early demise.
His Un-Health portfolio will be taken by Sussan “Snarler” Ley. Although lacking the humorous touch of “Dodo” she will finally mend the insanity of a public health system and completely privatise it for individual profit.
A non-entity climate change denier has been made science minister. Yep, we now have a science minister… or a Wizard…. or something.
I think his role will be to keep the Wikkipedia learned Environment Minister “Ozone-Hole” Hunt from straying into the heresy of thinking the earth is not flat and holding his hand so he doesn’t fall off the edge.
Senator “I’ve-Got-that-Sinking-Feeling” Johnston has had his toys soldiers and canoes taken away from him ‘cause he wouldn’t play nicely and kept poking his tongue out at the toy-makers. His toys have been given to Kevin “Medieval” Andrews to play with and it is expected that new crossbows will be issued to all army personal within weeks, and that four man Coracles have been ordered for the navy from a Welsh supplier.
Kelly “Motor-Mouth-Shaddupa–ya-Face” O’Dwyer has been sent down to the front bench to drown out “Commissar” Peta Credlin and Julie “Asbestos” Bishop and their interminable arguing.
Arfur “Da Spiv” Sinodinas has stood down as assistant finance minister after forgetting who paid who when moonlighting for ex-Labor pollie Eddie “Brown-Paper-Bag” Obeid.
It is widely thought that Arfur is looking forward to telling his life story in detail to the judiciary quite soon.
In his excitement of re-arranging the Deck Chairs, Rabid-the-Hun noted that the repeal of The Price on Carbon which although bad for the environment, slightly disastrous for the budget and the opposite of what the real world is doing was really, really good for women.
This has been one of his best jokes for months and everyone had a hearty laugh at his non-misogynistic sensitivity and deference to the little ladies.
We look forward, too, to the Chinese and Korean workers coming here on 457 visas to assist in employment.
And then there was Graeme Morris’ joke: blathering on about how "Magical" the changing of the deck-chairs on the rabble's sinking ship was... role-playing an utterly deluded, off into another paradigm libertarian, his sheer manic thoughts made more people laugh….. but it did rather seem to have been similar in mood to the bunker in Berlin in May '45.
And with its ending 2014 provided the sad realisation that trust given is mostly abused and that ego is prime.