today some pics from the RAAF Museum at Point Cook where we, Mrs Wombat, daughters and son-in-law repaired to after a scheduled gift flight in a Tiger Moth was cancelled due to inclement weather.
Golly, the Ruling Rabble are not only just office boys to the IPA. Now, with Tardis State opposition leader Matty What's-a-Green-wedge Guy, they are also foot soldiers for the Mafia mob.
|Tiger Moth Point Cook|
Having supped the cray and sipped the Grange with what Vicpol term "a senior mafia figure" who's been banned from racecourses and the casino, Matty has spent three days refining his account of not really knowing or wanting to take election funds in discreet amounts to dodge electoral law from the Dodgy Bros and after sacking his too locquacious staffer organizing the deal has referred himself to IBAC for absolution. Given that this body, due to when the ruling rabble were messing the state up, had over-watered the plant turning it into a toothless tiger, the ploy is just a cynical bit of window dressing attempting to avoid the obvious.
Matty, like your party, you're bent: and if you think you can continue to run a Laura Norder election you will look more like a character from Komedy Kapers than a seriously valid candidate for premier.
|Avro 504, Point Cook|
Interestingly, the mobster with the lobster is the same Maddaferi who was allowed into the country by the then immigration minister Mandy, Il Patrone Vanstone back in 2005 on "humanitarian" grounds. Noted, not only for his alleged involvement in murders, drug running and stand-over tactics he apparently was also a generous donor to a ruling rabble slush fund called "The Millenium Foundation."
Now, if you're taking money from the Dodgy Bros what are you giving in return?
How low can the ruling rabble go?
Pretty low actually ..... federally, they have instigated a non binding, voluntary postal survey that is going to cost $122,000,000.00 ( where's a budget emergency when you need it?) so that those not the least bit interested in marriage equality will have a say in who can and can't, rather than the parliament doing what it's paid to do and voting on it, because the ruling rabble are hopelessly enmeshed in internecine factional warfare.
As the rules pertaining to elections will not apply, open slather has been accorded to the haters, trolls, homophobes and other narrow minded fundamentalists to spew forth without fear of litigation.
First cab off the rank rank was the alleged xtian, Lyle, Sleaze-Mind Shelton who was fairly drooling over the opportunity to vent his putrid medieval religiosity on a national stage. He was backed up by failed priest, and failed Prime Minister Tony, Rabid-the-Hun Abbott who was overjoyed at being able to conflate freedom of expression, political correctness, safe schools, and marriage equality into his negative and venomous three word slogans of bilious hate. He was following by Bronny Kero/Chopper Bishop (she who should be but is not, dead yet) alerting us to the real dangers being faced by cats, dogs, horses, sheep and possibly Kangaroos, and hades forbid, Wombats if the vote is "Yes" .
This shonky postal vote is just another weapon in the arsenal of dissension fostered by the right-wing to obscure their real agenda: capitalist domination.
Adding to this little distraction are a swag of other improbity: the rampant corruption surrounding the National's leader Barnyard Joyce's Murray-Darling water theft, the stinking mess of dishonest EPA officials and their response to re-cycling practices, ministers being paid monies by firms they are going to work for when they leave parliament, before they leave parliament, corruption from the top in our nascent SS, the Border Farce, the failure of some parliamentarians to rescind dual citizenship and then ignoring convention and not stepping down, more blood on ruling rabble hands from the concentration camp on Manus Island, banks aiding and abetting the illegal transactions of criminals and terrorist groups and the ongoing rorting of parliamentary entitlements... all of which strongly indicates that this nation is falling apart under this ruling rabble and Truffles then has the temerity to tell us he's a strong leader!
Perhaps he was referring to his odour?
|...and a horse on a skate board with a pupil makes as much sense, too.|