Showing posts with label Keneally. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keneally. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Ho Bloody, Ho, Ho, Ho, Haw, Haw.

Shane Decked.
Shane Decked.


G'day Possums,
this rant is a trifle late as there has been much afoot around the burrow and the insanity's abounding in this land has, I think,  worn me down.


Silly Halal Sam  finally stopped the opportunities of being constantly nailed by the ruling rabble and resigned from the senate for doing much less of what the majority of the ruling rabble do so much more of, all of the time.... and everyone was also studiously avoiding the question of who leaked what to whom.... the Chinese, Russians, MI5 or was it, as some postulate, the CIA whose hands are certainly practiced in national interference ?
The bright spot in all this tawdriness is that Kristina Keneally who made a reasonable 6%  impact in the on the Ball-Boy's rankings in Bennelong will probably substitute for Halal Sam's senate spot and being a feisty, straight talker, Keneally could together with Lisa Singh and Penny Wong, create a formidable triumvirate.

We shouldn't forget the soon-to-leave-parliament Ball-Boy of Bennelong too quickly though: apart from an historical piece of smutty joking he once served up to an audience, the reason his handlers kept him very quiet during his campaign became all too apparent with his "victory speech" where he displayed an exquisite understanding of complete ruling rabble insensitivity and callousness to those with disabilities, allied to a distinctly "Haw, Haw" incomprehension of making a gaffe. 
And oh, how the ruling rabble mangle metaphors as they mangle everything else.... Truffles, according to the Ball-Boy, is having a "Renaissance" !  
Well, as far as I know the renaissance ushered in a positive and creative future: a thing the ruling rabble would find impossible even imagining let alone competently facilitating.
A Bauble for Brandarse
A Bauble for Brandarse
It's a pity the barely adequate Bookshelves Brandarse is being sent to London as "high" Commissioner as I think KK at every turn, would enjoy puncturing his pompous pretensions. Bookshelves though, is a suitable replacement another failed ruling rabble nonentity, Fishnets-that-Batter Downer, whose extremely dull daughter, The Gorgon, regularly issues forth with banalities on ABC media as an IPA troll under the guise of a ruling rabble administrative moll..... which makes you think, that apart from crucifying their cricket team, we are still paying the Pommies back for forcing Australia in to the great Depression in the '30's.
Speaking of which, Scummo Morrison  and Horshite Corman, in the spirit of Xmas Future have told us we're not having a "debt and deficit disaster" like they said Labor had at $153 billion when they assumed office. Net debt since has ballooned to  $500 billion ...... but we're far better off with one at 500 and no higher education, dismantled medicare, lower wages, tax breaks for the 600 companies who pay no tax at all, gutted social services, no manufacturing and more perks for pollies.
Or are we?
 
A Ball for Barnyard
A Ball for Barnyard
Barnyard Joyce is about to be let, probably drunkenly, loose on the Infrastructure portfolio to see if he can corrupt that as much as he did the Murray/Darling water allocations and it is rumored too, that The Harpy, Cash is to become Attorney General..... an interesting move.... a chief law officer who shriekingly lies to parliament? Or it could be the very Un-Xtian Porter who decided to spend the day at the cricket with war criminal Little Johnny Howard  rather than attend the tabling of the report into institutionalized child abuse which was under his portfolio's purview. It's also interesting to note apropos this Royal Commission, the Governor General  finally emerged from his bunker to sign off on this document in what seemed a very surly and ungracious manner.
All things Bright and Shiny...
All things Bright and Shiny...

Oh dear what delicious irony to finish on..... the ruling rabble's IPA clones and free marketeers are having a hissy-fit after realising that as an alleged government they have no control over their "market" with AGL giving prime miniature Truffles and Fiction's Frydenberg a single finger salute by closing down the Liddel Power Plant and also eschewing Coal in favour of re-newables as their future energy source. 
"Leadership" has been shown to be the myth it is.
Free Market = Chaos!
Hoo-roo Petals,
Shane

PS.... Season's Greetings.... worse is to come.
Seasons Greetings

Sunday, 19 November 2017

...and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth...

House of Cards
House of Cards

G'day Possums,


The air was being rent with wailing, gnashing of teeth, garments being shredded, ashes thrown and sackcloth worn following the failure of the Lying Lyle's Oz Xtian Lobby "No" campaign against marriage equality when up popped the young grim faced IPA senator, Unterscharfuhrer Paterson with a solution to their woes. Well, as it was apparently written by Lying Lyle, the un-elected senator was really only the delivery boy attempting to foist a set of apartheid-like discrimination acts on the country in an attempt to "improve" and stymie the passage of the marriage equality bill  through parliament. Using the furphy of "religious freedom" Lying Lyle's epistle suggested that flower and cake purveyors, church ministers and civil celebrants be allowed to refuse their services to anyone they thought might be LGBTQI and that parents can take their children out of school and not be taught to use a strap-on. 

This caused such consternation that Chwissie the Whyning-Perfect-Prat-of-a-Prefect, Pyne whom many think is still in his closet, had to deny sending a "like" to a gay porn movie on his Twitter account and Matty, Thug Canavan uncrossed his eyes long enough to chime in with a coal-smoke induced offering that Xtian Rock Groups be included in this discrimination, too.
Poor Thug, he certainly is a blockheaded, Deep Northern hetero with little understanding..... to assume that any Gay would want be seen doing the wedding waltz to Xtian Rock, wholly underestimates their verve and taste.


The postal survey in 5/8 time and at a cost of nearly $100,000,000.00 only proved that the polls of the past years were correct and that the ruling rabble's Little Johnny Howard's malicious mangling of the marriage bill nine years ago was just another example of his nastiness and further; the Catlic right wing rump of the rabble have cost the people more than money, they have cost parliament its integrity.
Not that they care.. their only role is to push their own personal agenda's and those of either the Catlic run IPA or their donors/bribers.
Agendas, which as the survey has amply demonstrated, are so out of kilter with common thought that we may come to see this postal survey folly as the real breach in the dyke of neo-liberalism and its further crumbling to eventual destruction.
Prime Miniature Truffles took the survey result as a personal victory but the hollowness of his reality was betrayed by both his body language and bombast.

The disloyal Bestiality Bernardi was his usual graceless self, intoning that the "Yes" side shouldn't gloat and that a 38% loss wasn't that but a victory and he would win in the end.
Poorlene, Please-Explain, Hanson of the Noe Notion Party whose paucity of affection to all ethnic groups not white, Xtian and stupid is legendary was thoroughly confused with the result.  All those she rails against, Chinese, Muslims, Xtian Arabs, Asians, and Afghanis etc  tended to vote that way she did.
Oh, the irony!


Ex Premier, Christine "Eddies Gel" Keneally has rattled the net in the Bennelong by-election taking ruling rabble dual citizen, Backhander Alexander to deuce in the first week of the campaign. Ruling rabble first serves have started down in the clay but might become ineptly unproductive as their constant chipping on the Obied factor could just draw his over remunerated worker with the shocking memory, Uncle Arfah Sinodinas into the unwanted glare of public view again.

You couldn't make this stuff up, could you?
Pics are from the Nutcracker.

Hoo-roo Petals,
Shane