The Way Ahead

Shane In the Red Centre

G'day Possums,

the last brief post for 2018.

Mrs Wombat, self and No: 2 daughter + b/f travelled up to Alice Springs to congratulate No 1 daughter and partner on the arrival of their first child.

We house-sat, Cloe the Labrador-x a charmingly boisterous 12 month old pup, took in some of the sights, visited galleries, enjoyed the meat and service from Milner St Meats, re-discovered Mateuse Rose' and decided that The Tropic of Capricorn and points further north hardly qualify as habitable places for civilized beings.

We heard many complaints from shop owners and managers about Truffle's third-rate NBN, experienced being vetted when buying alcohol and also when granted admission to venues based on skin colour alone.

 

Iconic Red Centre Tree.

Started the trip at Melb airport standing near Rolex Robert's, Deep North Ruling Rabble rorter, happy-clapper, right-wing apparatchik and electoral manipulator whose bland indifference to the masses swirling about him only seemed to confirm  he's in it for what he can get out of it. 
And to justify that last comment..... " MP Stuart Robert Expenses 2018 Jan-Sept=$377,904.27 Not including Oct-Dec, Also not including Salary. #auspol 2017 Expenses: $559,130.68 Not including Salary By end 2018, This MP will have cost us over $1Mil expenses in 2 years with NIL NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT.".... where's the tumbril? 

 

But is it Art?

Which was different to the return flight from Adelaide to Melb where Michaelia The Harpy, Cash fouled the cabin atmosphere and presented a very different persona to the manic one she most often exhibits in parliament. 

At the luggage carousel as solitary as the very plain teenage wallflower at her first dance The Harpy was allowed a clear few metres of space by the public who stood cheek by jowl retrieving their own baggage. Perhaps it was the lack of whiteboard which made her look as lost and a little nervous or it might have been the anticipation of a ribald question about "Sugar-Daddies", Barnyard overdoing the family issues, Potato-Head Dutton's ludicrous spread in the deep north's Ugly American's Murdoch version of Völkischer Beobachter as Potato Head shat all over Truffles to prove what fine political instincts HE has! Or perhaps it was our useless G-G not being able to budget successfully like the mythical good upstanding fiscal conservative. Whatever it was, the black Patent Leather stiletto jack-boots with bling on the toes did nothing to ameliorate the image.  

 

Space

Ah well, we'll probably be rid of both of these impediments to a thriving country by next May.....hopefully earlier..... but there are so many of them and then there's the lieutenants like the beady-eyed Roskam of The Coot's-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe and the idiot propagandists like Bolt-the-Dolt who make the idea of Soviet style re-education camps seem a tolerably good idea.

 

Emily Gap

Hoo-roo Petals,

there's much work ahead in 2019.

Shane.

Ormiston Gorge

A Time for Reckoning....

Shane Wombat....Vanitas

G'day Possums,

I've been a trifle busy recently and very late with this posting which, in a way is not such a bad thing as it has seen much of the shrapnel from the explosive Tardis-State election result to fall back to earth as well as the smoke and fog of its politicking dissipate enough so that can see more clearly how the landscape has altered and who's left standing.

Not too many of the Ruling Rabble, Petals.

Matty, Thug Guy vacated the leadership and as an indication of how the talent in this cabal is very thin on the ground was replaced by O'Brien, the Vapid. Their primary anointed and Le Jongleur, Roskam's nemesis, Pesutto had had his safe seat kicked out from under him  and Finn, the Pious Lieutenant,  then did a "Henderson" moronically announcing that If the Labor Party and the Greens want to have more women in the Liberal Party, what "... they should have done, is not defeated them," and that, "...it would have been a very good thing if they hadn't run against our women."  

And they still wonder why they lost?

Greendale Landscape in Fog

Even veteran right-wing spruiker, Morticia Savva was dully quiet on "Insiders," but in trying to explain why the Ruling Rabble really loved women, she seems to have forgotten that the only women Liberals ever spoke for wore twin sets, pearls, hounds-tooth pleated skirts, sensible shoes and blue gingham blouses, with a nice little blue scarf, a pink pullover draped over the shoulders and their "sunnies" propped up on their blonde coifs.

Greendale Landscape in Fog

Definite smells of panic are emanating from Canberra as real funk sets in and this Ugly American Murdoch's IPA construct, this ruling rabble, this petty-minded, nihilistic right wing cabal of the most untalented dullards ever to soil parliamentary benches are now achieving the dysfunction of which they had falsely accused Labor since 2011. Their adherence to "Tea-Party" Republican political terror tactics has backfired stupendously well as they had neither the imagination nor wit to carry it off successfully. And for all those jumping ship like the "I-could-live-on-$40.00-a-day" Banks gel or the rorting Asbestos Bishop: they are all still tarred with the same damned brush of being the most incompetent, corrupt and damaging neer-do-wells ever to have office in Australia. Good riddance. It will take a generation to remedy the destruction they have wrought.

Greendale Landscape in Fog

Scummo hastily announces that a "Federal Integrity Commission" is no longer a "fringe issue," but one that doesn't investigate pollies and their staff, which promptly, is howled down by all and sundry. Then Trump-like, says confusingly that the Oz embassy is to have its plaque in Jerusalem but office in Tel Aviv and to show what good guys we really are, we'll return a little of the funding ripped from health and education in the past years and hit the energy market "with-a-big-stick" (made of Balsa wood) to stop their profiteering.... a policy directly at odds with Ruling Rabble capitalism in being willing to ditch their IPA version of "free-market", free enterprise greed, in order to stay alive politically.

Greendale Landscape in Fog

Fiction's Frydenberg shows he is willing to rip up pristine wetlands for 30 Schekels of donor money... whilst Mummy's-Boy, Canavan praises Adani's "...we'll go it alone" announcement of its Galilee Basin coal mine, as "True Aussie Battlers..."

....what he really meant to say is that he's Adani's Little Aussie Butler!

Then a couple of F-35's arrived... at $25,000.00 per hour to fly and a range of only 1500 Km... we seem to have bought very, very expensive home defence fighters.

Who is going to pay for this corruption, this incompetency and damage?  Who will be brought to book? 

Do we start with The Ugly American or his lieutenants like Roskam ?

I wondered the other day how such a destructive Brit turd like Farage would have fared in the C16th. I doubt his damage to "The Crown" and its peoples because of his Brexit push would allow him to sail off unscathed into the sunset... I rather think that Hang, Drawing and Quartering might have been the order of the day.

There has to be a reckoning.... a severe one.

Hoo-roo, Petals

Shane.

The First Wave…

Shane with election results

G’day Petals,

“Tsunamis generally consist of a series of waves, with periods ranging from minutes to hours, arriving in a so-called "internal wave train".”… (Wicki)

I believe Victorians have this past weekend, just experienced “the first wave.” and unless an unlikely turnaround occurs very quickly in the culture of The Ruling Rabble a Tsunami on a scale rarely seen is likely to swamp the entire nation next May.

Has a Ruling Rabble campaign ever been so sloppy, so full of gaffes, faux pas, misstatements, dirty pool and outright lies and dodgy robo-calls?

Shadow ministers failing to “front” media opportunities, candidates not understanding their supposed policy's, unseemly point-scoring, inappropriate politicisation of tragedy, dog-whistling and race-baiting and the now standard right-wing religious assaults on gender issues it was apparent that things were not well in the ruling rabble cabal.

 

Entrance

It has been alleged that The Ruling rabble were so desperate for people to hand out “how-to-vote” cards at pre-poll stations that students were being offered $20.00 p.h. “brown-envelope-cash-in-hand” to cover what volunteers normally assist with and that students in Indonesia were employed to produce “attack-ad” videos, all of which which gives a flavour of a 1945 Fuhrer-Bunker mentality prevailing.

Party President Mick, Bruiser Kroger managed to set off brush fires whenever his pugnacious presence ventured too far from his native tribal areas of a merchant bank or Toorak and he was the butt of some very entertaining television when Ruling Rabble ex-premier, Bully-Boy , Foot-in-Mouth Kennett publicly told him on election night to resign by midnight over the electoral debacle unfolding.

I might add Petals, that it is Kennett’s disastrous reign and wholesale selling off of the state from1992-99 from which Victorian infrastructure is still recovering and which makes his call on Kroger all the more piquant.

 

Entrance

Kroger for his part is unrepentant of his divisive presidency, the fiscal malfunctions and his promotion of ultra right-wing religious nutters to control essential committees at the expense of a more balanced centrist policy. He also arrogantly thinks that Victorian voters “got-it-wrong” on election day and in the company of some of his deluded federal colleagues sees nothing wrong in the direction his party is travelling in.

Federal Ruling Rabble Money-lender, Fictions Frydenberg oddly, and perversely persisted that there was nothing in the federal Ruling Rabble civil war that had an effect on the Victorian result and that Potato-Head Dutton’s race-baiting wasn’t a factor, that neither was the loss of Truffles to the factional assassin’s knives or that his replacement turning into a Trump-Lite fake in the incompetent Scummo Morrison was not a problem either.

And of course, a Ruling Rabble branch in NSW wanting Truffles ritually de-frocked is an indication of sanity prevailing, isn’t it?

Sarah Henderson (federal, Corangamite) opining on the fact that only five women remain in the state parliamentary branch said that if people wanted more women in the Ruling Rabble then Labor members should vote for her!

This quaintly bizarre political notion was possibly induced by her utter distraction at her parlous electoral margin of 0.3% ....meaning she is “gone” as soon as the polling booths open!

Tommy Silly-Boy, Switzer (Centre for Independent Studies, right-wing echo chamber) and Danny Pussy, Wild (IPA propagandist) both ranted their penny worth on the shellacking and of course deliberately missed the whole point. A point being, that implemetation of their theories have caused this  reversal.

People rejected trickle down economics. People rejected race-baiting. People rejected Matty Thug Guy’s appropriation of their right wing cant of rampant individualism and “market forces” which have  in the energy market as in education and services, shown not to be in the community interest but against it. That cutting wages, penalty rates and medical services creates dissension not stability.

This is perhaps a seminal moment when people realised that acting in building a positive future for the majority, developing broad based inclusive programs and providing essential infrastructure across the state is preferable to carping criticism, jobs for the boys and wholesale rorting by a select few bankers. That building is better than tearing down, that owning is better than renting, that looking forward is better than seeking the past, acceptance  better than rejection and collegiality is more productive than divisive fear-mongering.

Some zoologists think that some animal species have an ability to sense subsonic Rayleigh waves from an earthquake or a tsunami heralding its arrival. …. it is fairly apparent that the Federal Ruling Rabble lack this capacity and talent, too!

Hoo-roo, Possums,

Shane

Hanging Out to Dry

Being hung out to Dry

G’day Possums,

The centenary of the 1918 Armistice has passed in appropriate solemnity with French President Macron reminding world visitors and particularly the Septic-Tank Pussy-Grabber, Frump that rampant nationalism requires an absence of morals. 

The sort of nationalism backlash-spawned by the end of a war begun for economic and trade dominance, one requiring authoritarian colonialism and abject racism.

Unfortunately this became abundantly clear here in Melbourne when a loose-minded man deliberately crashed a car loaded with gas bottles, set it alight and proceeded to stab at those who came to his assistance or were just bystanders until cornered and eventually shot by police.

With two seriously wounded and one killed, Ruling Rabble state representative in election mode Matty, Thug Guy (who enjoys Lobster with mobsters) and visiting prime miniature du jour, Scummo (in survival mode) both, we hope secretly, “praised the lord” for such a gifted opportunity and repeatedly declared ”..see, see... black gangs, black gangs ...it’s Muslim terrorism. Terrorism I tell you....." fear and loathing, fear and loathing..."it’s all out of control.. we need more punitive measures, bring back the lash"… deport them all.. "it's nothing to do with that tosh called mental health” etc, etc!

Ballan Memorial 1918 Armistice

Sisto Malaspina, the man killed was a well known and liked co-owner of Melbourne’s Pellegrini’s pasta and coffee bistro: an icon of Melbourne living that has been in Bourke St since the 60’s and would have likely been on the blunt end of overt Oz racism as a migrant here, and would probably have demurred from such attentions as Thug and Scummo were delivering, particularly their spectacularly bad taste visit a day later to offer condolences whilst politicising his murder.

What rankled me Petals, was that Scummo in his usual insensitive “in-your-face” advertorial ranting style was praising a man he’d never met, let alone savoured Pellegrini’s food and coffee as I had on countless occasions... and way back, when you could eat in the kitchen at the public trestle tables.

Scummo’s genuine alright, authentic, too.. A genuine, authentic fake!

Warbuton Landscape

Scoring more “own goals”, Scummo unbelievably announced that commercial TV stations could now beam their tawdry home-grown content into New Guinea and other parts of Asia to “spread Australian soft diplomacy” to counter millions of Chinese Renimbi in the South Pacific.

Only five years ago The Ugly American, Murdoch complained that Radio Australia was broadcasting into Asia and that there had been no competitive tender. Tenders were called and the ABC won… but the contract was given by Rabid-the-Hun’s Ruling Rabble to the The Ugly American. Who subsequently ran the service down till after three years it is no more and soft diplomacy is all on the Chinese side!

Warbuton Landscape

Is it co-incidental that The Ugly American was in the process of divorcing Wendy Deng at the time and the Frumps were being warned against associating with her as a possible Chinese spy?

Scummo’s foreign affairs skills being commensurate with his empathy with refugees has Indonesia not “laughing up their sleeves” at us any more ... it's easier on the haberdashery to do it in plain sight. 

Even the dictator on Fiji is having a go, telling SBS journo’s to bugger off!

“But we are an independent nation...” melodramatically thunders Scummo as even the barnacles are leaving the wreck of the sunken SS Ruling Rabble.

Then there was the truncated Truffles fielding what must have been heavily vetted questions on QandA! 

None on why he made such a mess of the NBN, nearly destroyed the ABC, mangled Medicare, prostituted penalty rates / workers rights, decapitated defence manufacturing, eviscerated education, parched the Murray / Darling and promoted climate change deniers?

All they had to ask in different forms, as if he was wanted back, was, “Why are you no longer PM?”

Pathetic.

Have these Ruling Rabble incompetents wrought anything other than destruction to this country?

Warbuton Landscape

The French military casualties in WW1 were 1,385,300 soldiers. We lost, perhaps 70,000.

Why then do we spend five times more on memorials than the French?

Is it because we are so culturally and creatively bereft that glorifying militarism is all that the white-right-wing have to promote as a national identity is harking back to Federation's “White Australia Policy”?

Hoo-roo, Petals,

Shane.

The Authentic Magical Mystery Tour

Shane's Bus

G'day Possums,

We are so lucky in this luckiest of a lucky country. We have been belled oops, bountifully appointed with anointed political officers who are ever ready to make themselves available to meet the people they so blessed to serve.... no matter how far out of sight and/or mind  they really are.

Prime Miniature du Jour, Scummo,  for instance has just completed what could be likened to a truncated Oral Roberts tour to the natives of The Deep North, spreading the word of his prosperity gospel and demonstrating at every moment his genuine suburban authenticity as a counterpoint to the evils of The Red Terror, Hanson's Noe Notion Party.

In the same vein as the late Roberts and using, in lieu, The "I Ching," as my copy of the Bible evaporated many years ago: I opened it at a random page to seek guidance as to Scummo's progress:  Hexagram 39.  Obstruction.  "Difficulties and obstructions throw a man back on himself. While the inferior man seeks to put the blame on other persons, bewailing his fate, the superior man seek the error within himself, and through this introspection the external obstacle becomes for him an occasion for inner enrichment and education."

Window, Footscray.

How serendipitously apt... for remember how Scummo's first pre-selection went "pear shaped"  at 82-8 and was then miraculously reversed:  and how earlier on being sacked from Tourism Australia he is afforded a generous payout, and more recently how his unalloyed support of the besieged Truffles, again, miraculously lands him in the Top-Job?  

Even as Commandant of our regional concentration camps it wasn't Scummo's fault that people were suicidal but Labor's, and it wasn't his fault that all around him were telling lies about the camp's conditions. 

Why, even his rival for the Top-Job, Rabid-the-Hun is on the record as noting these places are a wonderful place  for a holiday!

Spilt Milk or Putting Your Foot in It.

Scummo's  commitment to has flock is such that ever mindful of reaching his people his empty tour bus is over-flown by his RAAF flight so that next morning the bus can be utilized as a temporary pulpit from which to descend and spread the word that salvation is nigh.... as long as you're not LGBTQQIA, Labor, Green, want penalty rates , Medicare, honest banks, a genuine public service, a proper NBN, a funded NDIS not a "kitty" for farmers, a funded CSIRO  and a funded ABC!

 

Another Tourist Train.

Having spent quite some energy lambasting Labor's Willie Shortstuff  traveling all over the country during the past 12 months for his old fashioned Town Hall meet and greets, the Ruling Rabble has decided that actually talking to disparate plebians might provide some advantageous publicity.... but knowing their utter disdain for "the great unwashed" who are not IPA members they will probably go to the central casting bureau they used last election to provide some Types: "working", safety vest, overalls, boots (sans Rolex and manicured nails)  nurse, uniform, just-do-it 1/2 smile, "pensioner": Unlined, semi-attractive, slim (Julie Bishop), "Busy Working Mum" 30-ish, 21/2 children (optional 1/2) middle-class, with small 4WD in mock Georgian house, to attend their vetted meeting with vetted questions and "canned" applause. 

It's happening already Petals:  Sabra Lane today on ABC's nobbled "AM" spent the last 10 minutes of the program sounding like she was reading a prepared set of questions for Ozone-Hole Hunt's (now the deliriously incompetent minister of sickness)  factotum Trenty Zimmerframe, who announced yet another enquiry to further the pretence of caring and looking active, not their usual moribund selves. 

This one is allegedly about sleep patterns for workers . 

Possibly to find a way around penalty rates for shift workers, particularly nurses and "fireys."

Factory, Footscray.

One thing that is certain in all this. It is that The Ruling Rabble's mendacity, cupidity and corruption IS authentic and all fatuous variations on a theme of care for the suburban plight has as much truthfulness as Arbiet Macht Frei had for the souls that passed beneath its falsehood.

Hoo-roo Possums,

Shane.

Trick or Treat

Shane driving the Tumbril

G'day Possums,

Well, it's been a fortnight since the Ruling Rabble had its nose bloodied at the  bye-election stoush in Wentworth and, doing what they do best, have scattered off in all directions, each proclaiming "the truth" of their own personal salvation and thereby the world's but really, all in their personal Tricking or Treating they are just doubling-down and digging deeper into the hole to the oblivion they have created for themselves.

Scummo Morrison, Prime Miniature du jour, ever the faithful but insensitive to reality has decided that Tricking a full frontal assault; a tactic that has won him position at other times, was the strategy to employ. Unfortunately a wider public than a pre-selection panel of dubious ken were little impressed with his shilly-shallying over churchmen wanting to have "the right" to sack gay teachers from their schools particularly as it came not long after he offered an apology in parliament to victims of sexual abuse by similar churchmen. Rightly heckled by some of the gathering for his Pentacostalist  hypocrisy in voting against this Royal Commission he had to chagrin and bear it as the RC's originator, Julia Gillard was warmly received by the same congregation and in front of those "xtians" who did most to revile her during her Prime Ministership.

Big Red Gillard having also been presented with her PM portrait had a Treat spending time with parliamentary cleaners and having photographs taken  showing  judgment and grace in only briefly accepting the cynical congratulations of her misogynistic foe, Rabid-the-Hun whom she left like a stranded Goldfish till she was ready for him.

Full moon.

Bronnie Chopper Bishop got her Speakers portrait in parliament house, too…memorialising a life of service to herself and her Ruling Rabble.

Her claims to fame were that she made Kerosene the de rigueur medical treatment for the elderly in nursing homes... which is almost as notable as her overtly biased rulings and throwing only Labor pollies “out of the house” when Speaker!

Chopper’s portrait is rumoured to have bullet-proof glass and to be easily cleaned of spittle.

"We'll go the full course," bellowed Scummo, smugly (...as some wit likened him to the Captain of the Titanic explaining to the passengers that he had only stopped to take on ice...) as more of his crew fell into formation with their Tricks as their life preservers.

Dan, Minister for Everything, Tehan proved he had imbibed Orwell's "1984" by announcing his support of the previous un-education minister, Simple Simon Birmingham's Fatwah of ministerial prerogative in what academics are allowed to research.  Preaching that if it wasn't in "the National Interest" the research wouldn't get a grant and to that end he has instituted a "Ministry of Middle-Class Banality and Truthiness and Relevance."  "We want to make sure that what the academics put forward as part of their research proposals will benefit Australia over the coming years," Mr Tehan said. Research like: "How to Clean Coal for Opera House Sails Advertising", "The Problems Posed by Female Influence in the Liberal Party",  "Ten variations of the Sieg Heil Salute for Young Nationals in The Deep North",  "Are relaxed Gun Laws Just the Shot?" and "Why is, David Loopy, Leyonhjelm?" Research shall be presented in 25 words or less and they shall be no more than two syllables each and in large print without distracting serifs, with explanations and definitions for Senators McDonald, Abetz, Leyonhjelm.... and a picture version, in colour, for The Red Terror, Hanson!

 

Warped View

David, Patterson's Curse, Littleproud  Minister Land-clearing and Sheep Slaughter has provided a perfect demonstration of Ruling Rabble operational tactics by loquaciously reversing the cuts made by his lush  predecessor Barnyard Joyce to live sheep trade operations by  instituting an independent oversight officer who will busily make sure that nothing will change.

 

Warped View 2

Treating, as a result of the Wentworth slaughter, Craig Boozer Laundy and Julia I-Could-Live-On-$40.00-A-Day, Banks have both made offerings to the national discourse.

Boozer has decided that his colleagues are too much in the thrall of geriatric right-wing shock jocks with predilections for London Toilet Trolling and have lost the concept of being a leaders and prefer to be led by the nose to the fringes of relevance.

Their silence was deafening.

I-Could-Live-On-$40.00-A-Day, Banks has decided that the trauma of being bullied by her Ruling Rabble colleagues was so severe that she is considering standing as an independent. Which in other situations might be called masochism. 

If Banks does contest, she will be standing against the woman who engineered her narrow victory with a Chinese language dis-information campaign...

 那會很有趣

 
The Sleep of Reason

Interesting how these two have found their Road to Damascus, redemption as they stare into the abyss...

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane.

The Orrery is Very Awry.

G'day Possums,

after another week where this shambolic ruling rabble demonstrated once again that their worst has no nadir, I was looking for a metaphor to adequately describe them and this I think, will do... well, it's old fashioned, antique really and not awfully reliable for the C21st .

"An orrery is a mechanical model of the solar system that illustrates or predicts the relative positions and motions of the planets and moons, usually according to the heliocentric model. the first orrery that was a planetarium of the modern era was produced in 1704, and one was presented to Charles Boyle, 4th Earl of Orrery.... typically driven by a clockwork mechanism with a globe representing the Sun at the centre, and with a planet at the end of each of the arms."   

"Ephemerides are used in celestial navigation and astronomy. They are also used by some astrologers."   Wikki

The Red Terror of The Deep North, Appalline Hanson indicated some time ago that it was in the stars that she was going to present a white supremacist and neo-fascist "It's OK to be White" motion to the Senate. This rancid woman's motion was put and was only narrowly defeated 31 to 28 when the ruling rabble crawled out from under their rorts  er.. rocks and voted in support.  Queried, across the chamber, "Do you know what you're voting on?" by a Greens senator, Deep North ex cop and serial misogynistic harasser of Gillian Triggs in senate estimates, Big Bazza O'Sullivan replied that he, "... had no idea and didn't care either!" Which in part, explains why he has lost pre-selection and that he'll have more time to devote to his 40+ negatively geared properties and construction business.

Earlier in the week prime miniature du jour, Scummo attempted to advance the sinking prospects of the Wentworth candidate by telling assembled media, “At least with The Liberal Party, you know what you’re getting.”  Well, after that ignorant display in the senate which was followed by the most fatuous of excuses, "It was an administrative error" from an  unusually dis-spirited  Horseshite Coormann ....... we certainly do!

As one commentator said, "Too right - you’re getting a bunch of Stale Pale Male Climate Change Skeptic, Homophobic Bullies Beholden to Big Coal, Big Church, Big Gambling, Alan-Jones-Fearing-Policy-Free Pricks who’d rather support Racists like Hanson & Anning and turn the Opera House into a billboard than have an actual plan to combat Global Warming." And from another, "With the Liberal Party, you know what you are going to get,” says the unelected PM who replaced the elected PM causing the surprise by-election."

Back-flipping from his previous support for religious intolerance to be enshrined in law, Happy-Clapper Scummo the Pentecostalist, now says, that's not on but one of his party,  Alex The Abhorrent, Hawke thinks it's perfectly OK to sack gay teachers and student from private religious based schools and slimy Lyle Shelton of Bestiality Bernardi's cabal  says gay students can only be expelled if they have sex!   On QandA,  Labor's Terri Butler skewered a deputy principal espousing these views with a  "Can you tell me how they're teaching e.g. Gay, Maths?"

Putting on his best faux- xtian suit, Scummo then told us he might take up the NZ government's offer of taking some of the refugees in our concentration camps particularly as Medicins Sans Frontieres has been expelled from Manus Island as has the chief Aussie Medical Officer, but only if they make legislation that denies these people ever being allowed into Australia!  As the redoubtable Penny Wong commented "Are we to modify NZ tourist visas?"

And the humanitarian NZ'ers replied, diplomatically: "Fuck off!" 

Ruling rabble back bencher Rust Broadbent told reporters: “This is an embarrassing humanitarian crisis that the government needs to resolve in a manner acceptable to the Australian people.”  A statement showing the weird dark-side-of-the-moon notion of leadership these incompetents have about a policy they rigorously defend and just prior to the Notionals announcing, although hard to hear over the whetstone on metal "sh,sh,sh,sh...",  that there has no leadership crisis over their leader, at all: none, zilch, zip, nente,!  In space no-one can hear you scream!

Desperately seeking The Rapture when all the planets align, Scummo prophesied unilaterally that Australia will move its embassy from Tel Aviv  to Jerusalem thereby creating a small Armageddon with Indonesia who don't really like us anyway and delight when they can find a Aussie tourist to execute for having a non-prescribed Aspirin in their kit .

Though, it does make you think... that wearing baseball caps might be more dangerous than micro-wave radiation in frying your brain! 

Ahh, petals..... what we are seeing is a fine demonstration of the alignment of the planets of ego, ideology, ambition with a complete lack of talent, vision and imagination: all coalescing into the neo- liberal nirvana of the hell they wish to make for us all....

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane

The Dummkopfen are Doubling Down.

G'day Petals,

This week we have seen another virtual race-to-the-bottom as the country's Ruling Rabble scramble to outbid each other in demonstrating that there is no barrier to just how stupid, anti-intellectual, unethical or corrupt they are.

"Stubborn and ardent, clinging to one's opinion is the best proof of stupidity."

Michel de Montaigne

A starter in his first race, The Gravy Train Hurdles, newly appointed race discrimination commissioner Chin Leong Tan confirmed for his connections that he was not "inclined to commentary or advocacy" and would let "clinical dispassion" and "balance" be his running orders in his $600,000.00 P.A. trifecta box. Unfortunately he fell at the first hurdle trying to avoid the hazard of whether Potato-Head Dutton's dog-whistling on African youth was racist.

But... fair suck of the Sav... he couldn't win a ruling rabble pre-selection, so he deserves a consolation prize... doesn't he?

Running soon after in the Group 3 "Jumbled Thoughts Handicap" at The Drum, was Parnell "Gibberish" McGuiness  where no-one could fail to notice her discomfort with the social saddle within the first furlong as she upped the defence of middle-class welfare to the more deserving "upper-class" when pressured by the filly Caro in the straight of the  school funding debate. Seemingly, she is a fully developed (I won't say grown up) version of Princess Daisy Cousens but as a contrarian/libertarian who rivals the intellect of Loopy Leyonhjelm, Parnell cantered off into ethical oblivion by opining that it was a good thing that drug takers died from overdoses as "... it was a victimless crime which didn't affect anyone but themselves..."  thereby proving that she should be either scratched or put out to pasture.... or perhaps be volunteered to an ambulance team picking up the pieces of victims, their family's and first responders for a month or two and then be allowed to prattle about how sanguine she feels about not having drug/needle centres.

Competing for relevance ( again... or should that be still?)  in The Middle Harbour Yacht Club Stakes was one Crackers Kelly. 

Galloping all over the track with *his pudding basin head wobbling to and fro and his eyes rolling about like two raisins in its bowl ,* Crackers' Lippizaner antics kept the "intellectuals" attending this ungrouped event entertained as he explained that fossil fuels have "kept us safe" and that "even the climate has changed in space" and that "The reality is today, we live in a time where our generation has never ever been as safe from the climate at any time in human history!"

Unfortunately for Crackers, 91 scientists from the IPCC have declared his race run! 

And as 90 % of the worlds coral reefs will die as we fast approach 1.5 degree increase in global warming, and that unless all fossil fuel usage is curtailed, we are all headed to the knackery, not just Crackers!

Protesting the stewards call on Crackers was the oxymoronically titled environment minister, (Draught Horse, division) Melissa, Pyrites Price who declared that having not read the full IPCC report that they "were drawing a long bow" by  saying Australia wasn't going to meet the Paris Accord emission targets and further, it was "...just their opinion... " that the world is entering a dangerous phase. Senior Nationals stable-hand, McCormack emerged from shovelling Barnyard's droppings to declare "...we will not be dictated to by some sort of report!" ...and scurried back into the gloom of his little stable. 
"It's all nonsense.." sermonised Scummo the Happy-Clapper Hypocrite and base-ball capped prime miniature.. and  "we have too much wind and solar in the grid " piped up the colt ( or should that be clot) for Hume, Aggie Taylor as he found what might have been a another brown paper bag to fill to ensure his continued preselection as the the demise of these bound together Dinosaurs who are determined to take us all with them to oblivion is portended in the storm clouds gathering.

Running on a different track was Stuart, Rolex Robert. 
Rolex, 'cause he purported not to know the difference between a real and fake one when gifted one "doing deals" with the Chinese. Like his boss Scummo, Rolex sees himself as a devout xtian who although criticised for state electoral fiddling and is currently under investigation for possibly defrauding the commonwealth over his internet usage and signing his dad up un-knowingly as a company director; as a good xtian he would probably have cast a benign eye over the money-lenders in the temple given his "prosperity gospel" fetish/ beliefs.

Then, a real race! 
Something made up yesterday in Sydney called Everest ( of Himalayan fame) and said to be worth $13 mill.
Well, Toilet-Boy Jones, geriatric shock-jock who apparently likes to write "nice" letters to young boys and regularly is sued for damages (and loses his employer big money) got his frilly's in a knot when Opera House CEO Herron wouldn't agree to him and his turf club mates using the Opera House as an advertising billboard for the race. 
His microphone spittle-flecked reached the whole country as he ranted at Herron like she was some underling, demanding her obedience to his wishes and threatening her position by going to the state's premier, Gladys the Bogan. 
His tirade had its effect and the lily-livered Gladys genuflected to this over-opiniated slime-ball and the event went ahead. 
But not before one man, appalled at Toilet-boys scummy behaviour and that a world heritage building was being used for advertising set up a petition which gathered some 300,000 signatures in three days and many were the inspired thousands to turn up at this crass cevent with torches and lamps to obliterate the offending  images projected on the Opera house.

As one person wrote, it's been a week when all that you thought happens is suddenly exposed as the truth that does happen: generally out of sight but this week, this scum of a ruling rabble have been exposed as never before... .. we are in a bad place petals and need to act to remedy the situation.

Hoor-roo Possums,

Shane

PS.  and now we have the prospect of freedom of religion but also their freedom to limit yours.... sigh!

 * ...* was a paraphrased sentence from 60's Sydney  columnist, Ron Saw.