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.