G'day
Lorikeets,
We've
been to and seen a few performances this week, two spirit lifting, the others
seen only from afar, wholly dispiriting as you witness how completely bereft of
moral and ethical behaviour the Ruling Rabble have become and how any concept
of ministerial responsibility is utterly foreign to them and just how parlous
our democracy has become.
Squawking
like a demented Sulphur Crested Cockatoo aloft the crows nest at sunset, The
Harpy Cash demanded that Labor apologise for questioning her honesty because
she withheld knowledge from the police about the staffers who admitted they
criminally leaked the AWU raid to the press. Then incongruously denied that it
was in order to get Willy Shortstuff into trouble ("...who's this Shorten
bloke..?" she was alleged to have muttered) as she and the Retiring Keenan
flapped away from the tender ministrations of Senator Penny Wong who also
wanted to discuss the failure of the Unfair Work Commission in cutting penalty
rates to hospitality workers which hasn't meant, as they promised, an increase in
working hours.
And
if ever a Knight was errantly named it was this new Paladin. Born in a shack on
Kangaroo Island with shonky partners, with no experience and with Home Affairs
Minister, Potato-Head Dutton's sister on staff, the Ruling Rabble have said
privately, much like they did to the Barrier Reef Syndicate, "Here ya go,
mate... have a measly $423,000,000.00 go and run the concentration camp on
Manus.... and don't forget "good practice" .... sack the workers,
re-hire them on lower wages and make a bigger profit!"
In
what seemed an audition for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival the
alleged Attorney General, The Un-xtian Porter when queried by Barrie Cassidy on
Insiders that Paladin's accommodation bill for a concentration camp bed was
costing at $1600.00 per week sans food, a lot more than a top Sydney hotel, The Unxtian
strait facedly replied with something like, "....we try to do the best for
our concentration camp inmates.!"
Later, in a Tsunami of appearances inaccurately blaming Labor, he
announced that there were loopholes in legislation big enough for a whale to
jump through (I know, I know, whales broach...but it's not me speaking) It was the legislation parliament enacted to
provide a semblance of kindness to the Manus and Nauru detainees but like Joe
McCarthy in the 50's, The Un-xtian declined to offer the evidence.
Then
just when you thought the weather couldn't get worse, Double Dipping Joe Hockey
sails in from his taxpayer funded double-dip holiday camp in Washington to not offer
advice to the godfather of his children and WA Ruling Rabble treasurer and
Helloworld travel business owner on how to facilitate a billion dollars in
government travel contracts. "Nor Sir, not me, grinned the ever ebullient
Joe the Double Dip..... and I didn't advise him to about the Fisherman's Bend
redevelopment either, that was probably Matty Thug, The Lobster Guy.... we're
all mates here, we (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) share everything."
Mates-rates
also caught his other friend, Horse-Shite Cormann out when he decided to
go-to-the-top instead of the sales desk, to the same Helloworld travel boss and book a family holiday
flight... which seven months later still wasn't paid until a journo asked...
and even then, amid the flurry of salty excuses, $2700.00 for a family of four
for return flights to Singapore and unlikely to be "cattle-class" is
very cheap. But then, cheaply treating the public suits Cormann: he billed the
taxpayer $37,000.00 for an RAAF flight to Adelaide to unsuccessfully woo some
Centre Alliance opposition rather than take a very cheap commercial flight for say $1200.
But
as Primed Miniature de Jour Scummo says..."Nothing to see here..
"Ooooh, look Boats , boats and more boats, terrorists, rapists, naughty
brown people on the horizon, batten down the hatches, man the cannon!"
And
then the polls turned ...well they did if you believe The Ugly American's
comics. But if you believe them you also probably think "John and Betty"
is classic high literature.
It
is interesting to note how consistent all the media have become in their word
placement, the tenor and projections of what they are saying... it's not
actually news, it's propaganda designed to obscure the truth of just how
corrupt and incompetent this Ruling Rabble is, was, and shall always be. Amen.
Now
the nice stuff ... I commissioned a ring for Mrs Wombat, a replica of one from
the C12th-C13th from jeweller friend
Paul (APS
Jewellery) and it made us all
very happy.
Then
later, at the Sidney Myer Music Bowl we all attended a wonderful concert
featuring the incredibly talented 11 yo Christian Li playing Saint-Saen's
Introduction and Rondo capriccioso,
Max Bruch's Scottish Fantasy with the
superb playing of Veriko Tchumburidze
and a really good band, The Melbourne Symphony beautifully conducted by
Benjamin Northey......
which makes all the political stuff more evil, more
wastefully negative, pointless and culturally debilitating than it has ever
been in Australia.
May
we soon be rid of these irrelevant but costly pricks.
Hoo-roo,
Kookaburra's
Shane. 
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