Ho Bloody, Ho, Ho, Ho, Haw, Haw.

Shane Decked.

G'day Possums,

this rant is a trifle late as there has been much afoot around the burrow and the insanity's abounding in this land has, I think,  worn me down.

Silly Halal Sam  finally stopped the opportunities of being constantly nailed by the ruling rabble and resigned from the senate for doing much less of what the majority of the ruling rabble do so much more of, all of the time.... and everyone was also studiously avoiding the question of who leaked what to whom.... the Chinese, Russians, MI5 or was it, as some postulate, the CIA whose hands are certainly practiced in national interference ?

The bright spot in all this tawdriness is that Kristina Keneally who made a reasonable 6%  impact in the on the Ball-Boy's rankings in Bennelong will probably substitute for Halal Sam's senate spot and being a feisty, straight talker, Keneally could together with Lisa Singh and Penny Wong, create a formidable triumvirate.

We shouldn't forget the soon-to-leave-parliament Ball-Boy of Bennelong too quickly though: apart from an historical piece of smutty joking he once served up to an audience, the reason his handlers kept him very quiet during his campaign became all too apparent with his "victory speech" where he displayed an exquisite understanding of complete ruling rabble insensitivity and callousness to those with disabilities, allied to a distinctly "Haw, Haw" incomprehension of making a gaffe. 

And oh, how the ruling rabble mangle metaphors as they mangle everything else.... Truffles, according to the Ball-Boy, is having a "Renaissance" !  

Well, as far as I know the renaissance ushered in a positive and creative future: a thing the ruling rabble would find impossible even imagining let alone competently facilitating.

A Bauble for Brandarse

It's a pity the barely adequate Bookshelves Brandarse is being sent to London as "high" Commissioner as I think KK at every turn, would enjoy puncturing his pompous pretensions. Bookshelves though, is a suitable replacement another failed ruling rabble nonentity, Fishnets-that-Batter Downer, whose extremely dull daughter, The Gorgon, regularly issues forth with banalities on ABC media as an IPA troll under the guise of a ruling rabble administrative moll..... which makes you think, that apart from crucifying their cricket team, we are still paying the Pommies back for forcing Australia in to the great Depression in the '30's.

Speaking of which, Scummo Morrison  and Horshite Corman, in the spirit of Xmas Future have told us we're not having a "debt and deficit disaster" like they said Labor had at $153 billion when they assumed office. Net debt since has ballooned to  $500 billion ...... but we're far better off with one at 500 and no higher education, dismantled medicare, lower wages, tax breaks for the 600 companies who pay no tax at all, gutted social services, no manufacturing and more perks for pollies.

Or are we?

 

A Ball for Barnyard

Barnyard Joyce is about to be let, probably drunkenly, loose on the Infrastructure portfolio to see if he can corrupt that as much as he did the Murray/Darling water allocations and it is rumored too, that The Harpy, Cash is to become Attorney General..... an interesting move.... a chief law officer who shriekingly lies to parliament? Or it could be the very Un-Xtian Porter who decided to spend the day at the cricket with war criminal Little Johnny Howard  rather than attend the tabling of the report into institutionalized child abuse which was under his portfolio's purview. It's also interesting to note apropos this Royal Commission, the Governor General  finally emerged from his bunker to sign off on this document in what seemed a very surly and ungracious manner.

All things Bright and Shiny...

Oh dear what delicious irony to finish on..... the ruling rabble's IPA clones and free marketeers are having a hissy-fit after realising that as an alleged government they have no control over their "market" with AGL giving prime miniature Truffles and Fiction's Frydenberg a single finger salute by closing down the Liddel Power Plant and also eschewing Coal in favour of re-newables as their future energy source. 

"Leadership" has been shown to be the myth it is.

Free Market = Chaos!

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane

PS.... Season's Greetings.... worse is to come.

Yes.. err, No... well perhaps they're framed.

Shane framed

G'day Possums,

it's been an "ART" week: with a visit to Geelong Regional Gallery to peruse the "Archibald" finalists follow by a visit to the NGV Potter Centre to have a look at Del Kathryn Barton's big show.

Variously described as whimsical, romantic, sexual, cathartic ,sensuous, exuberant and seductive, DKB's is a big show with big works which really do whack you around a bit.

 With a wall full of flying eyes and framed graffiti faced by large psycho-sexual renderings (are they paintings?) which in their "dottiness" resemble indigenous techniques it was difficult to clearly gain a focus in this large scale cornucopia of colour and bits and things.

An extremely intense video excoriating car sales techniques was followed by some large priapic sculptural flowerings and drawings of genitalia and I left, feeling that I didn't want to know THAT much about someone's personal obsessions.

Gustav Klimt had came to mind but days later the nagging background thought of that day revealed itself. It was the illustrations in a book by Ernst Kris that I had read many years ago: "Psychoanalytic Explorations in Art".

Around the corner in the Ian Potter were works by Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders of a simpler verve and self-deprecating humour. Gary Namponan's "Camp Dogs" were a joy in their most basic carving and renditions of canine personality as was "We Know Where You Eat (Koala) by Pitcha Makin Fellaz, Ballarat, Victoria.

The Archie at Geelong was a much more traditional affair and the funniest, (to me) was the portrait of the retiring principal of Sydney Grammar "painted" by mosaic, each little tile made by an individual student of the school body which brought to mind Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall ",  hardly the attribution probably sought.

Andrew Bonneau's  Ayako Saito was a serene, renaissance influenced piece which seemed to repay his "direct and patient observation" and Jessica Ashton's querulously amused self portrait exposing her state at juggling so many roles, hence her daughter's tutu around her neck, as Ashton contemplates her second pregnancy as well. Both are beautifully painted, one fine, the other looser, a'la Fragonard, and very controlled.

Anh Do's wet-in-wet bravura rendition of Jack Charles is a fine penetrating work placing his subject front and centre in all his complexity and with a witty little piece of collage making reference to Judas in amongst the globules of paint.

Exhibiting in Canberra this week was more of the ruling rabbles hypocrisy writ large. The dinosaur rump of the rabble, putrid at having lost the marriage equality survey decided that it was up to them to not only organize its slowed and amended passage but to also find problems with religious freedoms where none actually exist. Screaming "Freedom, Freedom, Free to be a bigoted discriminator" Vichy Abetz, Bestiality Bernardi, Horse-shite Corman and the other minority Neanderthals also failed at this when the Senate, 42/12 voted to pass the Equality Bill and summarily rejected their "amendments." 

Unable to have a sitting and passage through the house of Reps because Truffles funked a confrontation with his rural carbuncle over banks and a poor showing in the Deep North election he refused to have the reps sit..... Ah, democracy.

Better news was then apoplectically announced that they had something big on Halal Sam Dastyari being naughty with the Chinese. Re-hashing his policy difference with his leader Willie Shortstuff and leaking from, no-one knows where, the advice Halal Sam gave, "talk-outside-they-might-be-listening," to the character, who in all likelihood would be more than aware of our spooks methodology, all of which had Bookshelves Brandarse happily ranting, raving and verily frothing at the mouth when, exhibiting a double back flip with pike and somersault, Truffles got Halal off the menu and announced a Royal Commission into the Banks just like he said he didn't want to!

"It will be a short RC but comprehensive.." said the vacillating Truffles,".. just like the banks want....not an analysis of capitalism but with the terms of reference set as  they mailed me yesterday."

Truffles has a full plate; two by-elections both seemingly going, not well, The Harpy Cash under fire...again, Bennelong going feral, more pollies coming out as dual citizens and ineligible to sit in parliament and the bush-pigs from the Nationals after Truffles ... no wonder it's called the killing season!

Hoo-roo petals,

Shane.

...and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth...

House of Cards

G'day Possums,

The air was being rent with wailing, gnashing of teeth, garments being shredded, ashes thrown and sackcloth worn following the failure of the Lying Lyle's Oz Xtian Lobby "No" campaign against marriage equality when up popped the young grim faced IPA senator, Unterscharfuhrer Paterson with a solution to their woes. Well, as it was apparently written by Lying Lyle, the un-elected senator was really only the delivery boy attempting to foist a set of apartheid-like discrimination acts on the country in an attempt to "improve" and stymie the passage of the marriage equality bill  through parliament. Using the furphy of "religious freedom" Lying Lyle's epistle suggested that flower and cake purveyors, church ministers and civil celebrants be allowed to refuse their services to anyone they thought might be LGBTQI and that parents can take their children out of school and not be taught to use a strap-on. 

This caused such consternation that Chwissie the Whyning-Perfect-Prat-of-a-Prefect, Pyne whom many think is still in his closet, had to deny sending a "like" to a gay porn movie on his Twitter account and Matty, Thug Canavan uncrossed his eyes long enough to chime in with a coal-smoke induced offering that Xtian Rock Groups be included in this discrimination, too.

Poor Thug, he certainly is a blockheaded, Deep Northern hetero with little understanding..... to assume that any Gay would want be seen doing the wedding waltz to Xtian Rock, wholly underestimates their verve and taste.

The postal survey in 5/8 time and at a cost of nearly $100,000,000.00 only proved that the polls of the past years were correct and that the ruling rabble's Little Johnny Howard's malicious mangling of the marriage bill nine years ago was just another example of his nastiness and further; the Catlic right wing rump of the rabble have cost the people more than money, they have cost parliament its integrity.

Not that they care.. their only role is to push their own personal agenda's and those of either the Catlic run IPA or their donors/bribers.

Agendas, which as the survey has amply demonstrated, are so out of kilter with common thought that we may come to see this postal survey folly as the real breach in the dyke of neo-liberalism and its further crumbling to eventual destruction.

Prime Miniature Truffles took the survey result as a personal victory but the hollowness of his reality was betrayed by both his body language and bombast.

The disloyal Bestiality Bernardi was his usual graceless self, intoning that the "Yes" side shouldn't gloat and that a 38% loss wasn't that but a victory and he would win in the end.

Poorlene, Please-Explain, Hanson of the Noe Notion Party whose paucity of affection to all ethnic groups not white, Xtian and stupid is legendary was thoroughly confused with the result.  All those she rails against, Chinese, Muslims, Xtian Arabs, Asians, and Afghanis etc  tended to vote that way she did.

Oh, the irony!

Ex Premier, Christine "Eddies Gel" Keneally has rattled the net in the Bennelong by-election taking ruling rabble dual citizen, Backhander Alexander to deuce in the first week of the campaign. Ruling rabble first serves have started down in the clay but might become ineptly unproductive as their constant chipping on the Obied factor could just draw his over remunerated worker with the shocking memory, Uncle Arfah Sinodinas into the unwanted glare of public view again.

You couldn't make this stuff up, could you?

Pics are from the Nutcracker.

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane

Teaching Ravens to Fly Underwater.

G'day Petals,

I was watching "Insiders" last week (5-11-17) and observing panellist Geriatric Gargoyle Henderson of the Sydney Geriatric Institute's school-boyish mumblings, floor searchings and hand-wringing attempts at every oblique reference, straw man, selective observation and misrepresentation to avoid facing the obvious fact that the ruling rabble he supports is now a terminal shambles. 

He provided at least, much benign amusement to journalists Laura Tingle and Mark Kenny and also to host Barrie Cassidy in the process.

Then, on the same program another ruling rabble apparatchik Kelly, Shadduppa-ya-Face O' Dwyer whose predictable rote practise of spitting forth her unblinking, flat-earth, loud, "in-your-face" refutations of any question put was again confidently performed.

Shadduppa-ya-Face is such an assured liar that I really think she thinks she almost believes what she says.

As both the Geriatric Gargoyle and Shadduppa-Ya-Face live in the parallel universe manufactured by the IPA and promulgated by The Ugly American, Murdoch's media, it's no wonder you cannot but draw reference to other forms of satire and it occurred to me there was not only a similarity in this Insiders program's content with both of these ruling rabble "guest's" comments but also a curious relevance to a Peter Cook and Dudley Moore "interview" about "Teaching Ravens to Fly Underwater."

Five minutes into the "interview" Moore, as Interviewer asks Cook as Interviewee who had spent some twenty years in his activity:

"Have you ever managed, in all your years, to teach a Raven to fly underwater?"

"Err...... no!"

"Then you could say that your whole life has been a miserable failure."

"Err.... yes..... you could  say that."

Having "gone-to-ground" in the vastness of Western Australia apparently to avoid compounding her less than sound rationale for the mangled AFP  witch-hunt of Willie Shortstuff, serial parliamentary liar The Harpy, Cash popped up at an industry talk-fest with that well known Aussie car-maker, BMW extolling the virtues of the manufacturing business. Hmmm... pity about the thousands of jobs in manufacturing her ruling rabble associates have recently destroyed at both Holden and Ford.

Ruling rabble apparatchik Nola, Madam Lash Marino has discovered she's ineligible to sit in parliament at the same time as ex tennis player, Backhander Alexander also revealed that after five months cogitation that he's also an illegal member due to citizenship malfeasance.

Bingo... minority government!  And irony of ironies, on the same day Gough Whitlam was sacked by the Governor General in 1975.

This Governor General though, is taking a lead from Harpy Cash and is nowhere to be seen or heard, lest he not only play his role in dealing with so much unlawful constitutional activity promulgated but being ignored by the ruling rabble but also brooking the anger of his conservative fan base in working to prorogue an unworkable parliament and calling an general election!

Rumour has it that IPA apparatchik, Gorgon Downer is being touted as a potential candidate for the SA seat of Mayo...and even though, the incumbent has fallen foul of citizenship sloppiness too, this "challenge" must provide her some wry amusement.

Downer presents as seemingly imbued with all the simpering personality of a stale rice pudding and with an intellectual acuity to match. Master of the bleeding obvious but a mediocre practitioner of Straw-Man argument, (an IPA favourite.. must remember to send them a new bale for xmas) Gorgon has during her frequent but boringly lacklustre TV outings given every appearance of not only enjoying but celebrating the most banal of ideas. This scion is probably being touted as either a continuation of a tired family political dynasty of utter mediocrity or as a sop to ruling rabble faction ploys.

Psst.. her father was once a ruling rabble, mesh stocking wearing, opposition leader (haw, nudge, nudge, haw, haw) but one gaffe too many (making light of domestic violence), saw him eventually removed to London as High Commissioner where his faux accent better suits this expensive but mostly ceremonial sinecure.

And then there was ANNE!  Henderson, that is. A fiercely in-your-face talk down, over, through, brooking no facts to counter to the "truths" of her fantastical right wing polemic! Golly, no wonder the Gargoyle of the Sydney Geriatric Institute looks so trodden ... dinner conversation must be interestingly mono-directional !

Well the ruling rabble is now a definite shambles, terminal and all but destroyed but in its hubristic arrogance is refusing to lie down....  perhaps they're teaching Ravens to fly underwater.

Hoo-roo Possums,

Shane.

Oh, the Schadenfreude...

Shane all ends up

G'day Possums,

The pics today are from France and may reflect our current national state.

High stench from  the High Court...as Barnyard Joyce is dumped as a dual citizen and has to front a bye-election; his deputy, Princess Fiona of Nash is outed too which is causing some real friction within ruling rabble coalition ranks but not as much as the now ex-Kiwi.  Apparently he's still using RAAF aircraft at taxpayer expense (as a common citizen) to ferry him around with his electioneering.

Although,  just when all looked bleak, a little ray of sunshine lights the firmament as  Mal-Addled Roberts of Noe Notion hilarity has been told as well that his "feeling" of being an Aussie is trumped by empirical evidence and he joins his senior adviser in the unemployment queue ...though not on the same rape charges.

 

Oradour sur Glane

I was a little more than surprised at some journalists defence of The Harpy, Cash's innocence at her lies x 6 to senate estimates... because she looked.... convincing.

This woman has form in the lying stakes and knows that 80% of the media will give her a free ride, hence her insouciance.

It also turns out that that all the raiders of the AWU offices were not plods!  Will we ever find out... as they refused to identify themselves? Even ASIO identify themselves when rounding up suspected terrorists. 

Democracy in action,  Cash style!

The tide might just be turning as the shambles that this ruling rabble has been since 2013 election is now being commented on by mainstream press more frequently

Goodness, gracious me... Is this ruling rabble, the vaunted "born-to-rule," "natural-economic-managers," "creme-de-la-creme" who can't even fill out their paper work?

President of the Senate "Stevie Wonder" Parry has stepped down as he's a Brit, too!  Not that this was a sudden revelation: Stevie-Boy knew back in August and confided this to other cabinet ministers but was apparently told to keep shtum!  Truffles denies prior knowledge of anything at all except that it's all Labor's fault and that he hasn't had so much fun in ages.

Poitiers

Replacing Stevie will be the next candidate on the ruling rabble senate ticket who lost his higher place on that ticket at last election due to the internal machinations of our favourite ruling rabble fascist, Vichy Abetz.

I'm sure they'll all get along famously down there in Tassie.... wont they, I mean they're all adults, aren't they?

Azay le Rideau

Given that it took the Prof of Constitutional Law from Sydney Uni 3 minutes to ascertain whether Barnyard was a Kiwi; what on earth can you say about the tardiness of these ruling rabble types? Arrogant and born to rule, elitists ?

A Citizenship Audit "is too Expensive, Protracted And Inconclusive" pontificates Truffles, as the unnecessary $122 Million Voluntary Postal Survey for marriage equality begins its final week and Fictions Frydenberg whinges that the finger is now being pointed at him over his mother's Hungarian birth which he reckons is unfair because she was a refugee. Hmmm... and what about the state of the current refugees in the Manus concentration camp, Fictions?

Riding under two historically foreign flags and cheered on by Truffles and Willie Shortstuff, a motley re-enactment crew cantered down into the once Palestinian town of Beersheba to celebrate the brave charge of the 4th and 12th Australian Light Horse to overwhelm the Turkish Ottoman Empire defenders of 1917. No mention was made of the very significant contributions made in this 3rd Battle of Gaza by the British troops and New Zealand cavalry in facilitating the Light Horse's military achievement.
The mythologized version of events was that the Light Horse needed water for their horses but the truth is it was, Beer...Sheba!

...and a little ode to the tune Tannenbaum in the hope of spreading a portion of  early xmas cheer....to the ruling rabble.

Oh, shadenfreude, oh schadenfreude

Your time is come to mock them all.

Their hubris worn with such disdain

To all and sundry regaled in pain

Oh schadenfreude, Oh schadenfreude

Their antics wasteful must surely cease.

Hoo-roo, Petals,

Shane

From the Sublime to ....

Shane the Concert-Goer

G'day Possums,

Mrs Wombat and I were gifted concert tickets for Richard Tognetti's Australian Chamber Orchestra performance last night.

What a cracking lot of musos.. bouncing around, working off each other with impeccable timing and making things heard many times before, alive and refreshing in a programme including....

Olli Mustonen's Nonet No2, a sonorous lyrical piece  repeatedly asking the same question till dancing to a resolution...

Beethoven's Grosse Fugue, Op.113  just, WOW! Wholly contemporary music composed in 1825 ....

Shostakovich's Prelude and Scherzo, Op.11 edgily Soviet constructivist but  emotional and full of drama...

and

P.I.Tchaikovsky's Souvenir de Florence, Op 70 happily transposing Russian folk idiom to a sunnier clime with a cracking finish.

A glorious night of superbly played music, thank you, Wombat gels!

 

Well that was the sublime... now to our ridiculous ruling rabble;  that mongrel cabal that a/ : "...couldn't get a root in a brothel", and b/: "couldn't sell a meat tray in a Pub raffle" which is showing increasing signs that the "Kangaroos are loose in the top paddock".

Where to start with this hysterically funny (if it wasn't so serious for the nation) week of own goals, mis-steps and plain poor administration.

In the week when the very last cars were manufactured in Australia, the Ruling Rabble who obliterated these thousands of jobs (when there is one position for every seventeen unemployed) and who might well have been advised to keep their heads down and look competent for once doing nothing, decided to announce after 5 years of allegedly being in charge that they now had what could pass for, in a darkened room, an energy policy.

Tossing aside two years work and the advice of the Chief Scientist and instead approving the month old new panel of "experts" who effectively said, Coal is OK, gas is good, Pumped Hydro (even though twenty years away) is lovely.. and re-newables ..eerrr... well I suppose we could have sixpence worth of those too, but forget a clean energy target!

Gushing with pride at their momentous achievement of a Final Solution, Environment and Energy mal-administrator, Fictions Frydenberg and Prime Miniature Truffles fanfared their brillance telling all that by 2020 we might save 50cents a day on our electricity bills now that they, in their heads had the energy market sorted.

Unfortunately it has been announced that banks are now going to pull funding from renewables as Truffles' "fix" creates market uncertainty and eventually this will mean higher not lower prices.

Defending himself against criticisms that the "...finshed earlier in 2016..." National Broadband Network he converted from fibre-optic to copper lines between two tin cans was a dud, Truffles said that in hindsight Labor had made a mistake in even thinking that Australia needed such a service when carrier pigeons were almost as efficient and The Ugly American Murdoch was happy his Foxtel cable had less competition.

The Happy-Clapper Pretend Treasurer who spouts more bullshit than the Werribee sewage farm, Scummo Morriscum agrees with the productivity commission and thinks that education and health are fragmented...and to fix them, doctors and teachers should be payed by their results. Well, well...I wonder who did that fragmentation of these public systems in the first place and will further privatising them provide a solution...?? Oh, come in spinner!!

In the Vindictive Stakes (it is the racing season, after all) two candidates stand out. Michaelia The Harpy, Cash and Uncle Otto's great nephew, Eric Vichy Abetz.

Both these stables are concerned that activist filly, "Get-Up" is streets ahead of them in pace and tactics and wish to handicap this brazen filly, nobbling it's popularity with the betting public before the odds of them winning their respective saddles become any longer.

Devising a carnival of their own The Harpy (whose voice has all the mellifluousness of a thousand Sulphur Crested Cockatoos at sundown in Summer) and Vichy (who loves uniforms and thuggery) invited the Australian Federal Police to visit the Australian Workers Union offices simultaneously in both Sydney and Melbourne to peruse a form guide as to how much money the AWU bet on Get-Up and also on the opposition leader and outsider, Willie Shortstuff some 10 or 11 years ago.

Waiting to film the arrival of AFP stewards to read the form guide were the media. Now, as this carnival was supposed to be an in-house nobbling, the media being there before the wallopers sort of gave the game away, particularly as the form guide in question had already been handed to a Royal Commission years ago and its tote had added up.

So was this a replay of the AFP raid on Senator Conroy's (Labor) home for the supposed leaked track tactics material of the dud NBN back in March or was it a replay of "Ute-Gate" that got Truffles such a scratching in 2009 when his ride, Godwin Grech was found to be unsound?

The track suddenly became heavy when in parliament The Harpy was asked 5 times did she or who in her stable leaked the carnival event to the media. She denied riding that day. Unfortunately one of the media blew "starters' on her by naming a senior jockey in her stable. The Harpy demurred saying she knew as much about that as she did about not putting her fourth new  million dollar +house on the parliamentary register.

The senior jockey has been banned (he was retiring any way... how convenient) but the owner so far, only mildly chagrined and the AFP Stewards: who knows what they think of being such obvious tools for such a rabble?

The Westminster Stakes will no longer be held in Australia till a new season perhaps, puts better talent and stayers on the track.

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane.

PS: The effort to nobble Get-Up has resulted in thousands more joining its fan club and as many tens of thousands of dollars more in its kitty.

The Cretinization of Oz.

Shane picking up the pieces.

G'day Possums,

as the ruling rabble shambles increases we hear that defence secrets have been hacked over a 16 month period... "Nothing to see here......(again)" prissily spouts the Whyne and Perfect Prat of a Prefect, Pyne "It's not our fault." Then beady eyed Tudge of Robo-Debt infamy explains why an international security company managing the refugee gulags on Manus and Nauru, Serco, is the ideal entity to handle phone calls from the unemployed and welfare recipients after 1200 Australian staff were made as redundant as auto manufacturing workers.

Rabid-the-Hun, frothing at the mouth with like minded troglodytes in London droolingly mis-informs us with his cherry-picked "facts" that mitigating the effects of climate change is doing more harm than (that which doesn't really  exist) climate change itself; and further asserts, falsely that a little warming hurt no-one. It's a pity that he didn't have the information that in Australia over the past ten years, deaths due to heat have increased amongst the frail by a factor of 25 or talked with a Californian or Puerto Rican.

In another brilliant Onion-moment bon-mot and displaying the full gamut of his empathy and sensitivity for the sexually abused, Rabid quipped that although he went to a Catlic school he was never targeted for abuse...possibly because he wasn't "attractive" enough.

 

Fresias

Australian taxpayers stupidly, are footing a bill of more than $130,000 a day to renumerate the Ruling Rabble's legion of barristers as it fights to salvage seven administrively incompetent  ministers, including Deputy Prime Miniature, Barnyard Joyce.

Apparently the final cost of paying the 24 barristers over the course of the "citizenship seven" case could end up as much as $2 million for the Snouts in the Trough. Meals on wheels downgraded, medical fees up .... privatised electricity charges going through the roof,  penalty rates for hospitality workers slashed, industry superannuation funds and other penalty rates under severe attack, further talk of the privatisation of education and now we have to pay for these incompetent federal bastards legal bills?

Economic body’s Fiscal Monitor shows Australia’s 30-year inequality growth is similar to the US, India, China and the UK.  Last month the pretend treasurer, Scummo Morrison opined but refused to release the Treasury analysis that income inequality was not getting worse in Australia, telling his only friends, the Business Council of Australia, that they had found in specific analysis of current wage fundamentals, that Australian wages were growing slowly across most industries in the economy, and most regions of the country, so the slow growth was evenly shared. No wonder he's a "Happy-Clapper," too.

Noted minister for alternative information sources,  Wiki-Ozone-Hole Hunt has decided that Private health Insurance can be 10% cheaper for young people by foregoing  Pilates, Yoga, Bowen's Method and other alternative therapies and medicines.  Based on no cost benefit analysis nor any study of how many millennials will avail themselves of this panacea to private health fund and pharmaceutical profits, or indeed of its efficacy as a remedy, this move only furthers the monopolization effect on treatment. I'm sure that hospitality workers losing their penalty rates, some up to $6,000.00 pa, will be overjoyed at a $0.70c per week reduction in their private health insurance.  And as one well publicly re-numerated mogul from a health insurance company said, "We want to get back to the situation where at least 70% of the population have private health insurance...as they did before Gough Whitlam introduced Medicare."

Isn't it interesting how under the ruling rabble you pay twice for every single service which then becomes increasingly inferior?

Hunt therefore provides further evidence not only of the paucity of Ruling Rabble commitment to public health with another "look-over-there-moment" but also his possible interest in a board seat, post politics!

Truffle's Turnbull's short-winded energy package will be released as soon as Rabid-the-Hun approves the energy committee of cabinet dog's-dinner after clearing  major troglodyte hurdles in The National Party to the policy's release.

Dumping spurned Chief Scientist Alan Finkel's proposal for a clean energy target and instead, returning to a C19th model of electricity generation Truffles is expected to announce vintage Knitting manuals for all and more matches for the coal-fired bar-b-q. In what was supposed to sound a positive note Truffles and Fictions Frydenberg announced that there would be subsidies for turning your air conditioner down or off to which one wit commented that "... would it be acceptable as they currently didn't have an air conditioner, to buy a dud second-hand one and claim the rebate for not switching it on?" Similarly, in the Wombat's Mt Gambier Stone house which rarely exceeds 26C after days of extreme heat can we claim a subsidy for building appropriately for the climate?

The ruling rabble were policy bereft before they achieved control and since have only been the most predictable economic, environmental and social debacle possible. And who does one blame ...? Not Labor as they persistently do but The Ugly American, Murdoch, the Biggest Miner, Rinehart and their funded IPA, particularly  its chief proselytiser John, Le Jongleur, Roskam and his bevy of ABC acolytes who continue to muddy waters and misinform at every destructive Quisling step as they lead the Ruling Rabble and nation to oblivion!

The cretinization of the nation under these anti-social, free-marketeers is almost complete but when their time is done, as it nearly is and Labor returns to power attempting to reverse these mongrels last four year's negative actions, I can already hear the self righteous wailing of the Murdoch right wing press chorus telling us again the sky is falling in because equality to them is like a crucifix is to a vampire.

Was once a great country... now perilously close to imploding.

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane