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.