I feel sorry for Emmanuel Macron. Not because he lost a ninety billion dollar weapons contract, but because he still thinks he’s special. You can see in his undiminished anger the very particular sense of violation felt by somebody who has not just been lied to, but has been deceived publicly and shamelessly, adding gross insult to grievous humiliation.
What's hilarious about Morrison is not just that he's a liar, it's that he's such an incompetent liar. He lies with such incompetence that he's almost always immediately found out. Then comes the bluster, obfuscation and temper tantrum. The accusing journalists of getting selfies with Macron merely because they fronted Morrison about being found out. He's not used to that from the usual fawning fan club. We can but hope that this is the beginning of the end for Mr Permanent Media Campaign.
Also the shear hide of Mathias Cormann who helped chop the ALP 'carbon tax' now Secretary-General of the OCED telling Australia its time to introduce a carbon tax must make Scotty from Marketing regret lending him a jet.
T'is to be hoped that this is the final aukustration of Clumsy's demise. Surely, voters cannot be fooled yet again by this cackhanded incompetent lying embarrasment of a politician?
The thing is Maron and Biden don't get to vote in Australian elections. Coal miners in Queensland and the Hunter valley do. So does every other Australian. We are going to have to remind people that they do have a vote and they can send Morrison packing. We have enough examples of his stupidity and callous disregard for the mug punters who voted him in. We need to get organised to send him and his government of cronies back to whence they came.
To be fair to our pilloried PM he is still in a deep funk, his exclusion from the guest list of Toady McToad Face on his ninetieth birthday bash in Central Park has left a lingering doubt that he may be out of favor within the inner circle. He had packed his knee pads, just in case the summons came through at the last minute to join the line of groveling flunkies.
After several hundred years of sporadic warfare between Britain and France, the signing of the Entente Cordiale on the 8th of April 1904 ushered in an era of peace and tranquility.
The sinking of the Sub deal sent a torpedo through the heart of the Entente. Our little part of the far-flung British empire meant that we were responsible for the destruction of a pact that had sustained peace for over a hundred years. It is safe to assume an audience with the descendant of the royal signatory will not be forthcoming in Morries lifetime. Royal insiders are said to have heard her highness say, "we are not amused"
The gall of the man from Gaul is almost incandescent, even hotter than Liddel on a busy summer day. Mendacity from a believer in the prosperity gospel gives the adherents a special dispensation of forgiveness.
Whilst he is in Europe he may pop in to see his old mate Mathias, he may well join him for good Havana and a cheeky little Merlot on the balcony of his palatial pad. The age of entitlement is not over folks. The main reason will be to congratulate him on his climate Volte-Face whilst trying to keep a straight face.
The nuclearites at Lucas Heights reactor are in a state of trepidation, the next load of reactor rods may have more trouble with French customs than a truckload of perishable goods on the dockside trying to leave the UK.
The PM's security detail is trying to find out who left a large lump of coal outside his hotel room door, it had a note attached which said, I think this belongs to you.
Having reached a new high in outrageous behavior, we the humble populace are waiting expectantly to see if he can up the ante for his next escapade. A coterie of News Corp wordsmiths has moved into the Lodge so as to keep ahead of the news cycle and gazump the Marxist at the Guardian.
Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus has now replaced the Abbott of Warringah as the face of the RFS. If any bush fires are detected he will automatically deny responsibility for its existence. He will attribute the blame to the new nonexistent New Liberal Party.
A bill will shortly be rushed through the Lower House and the bribing of our favorite oxymoron will assure its smooth passage through the red wall of politics.
The nonexistent New Liberal Party, of which any mention of it in any mainstream media will mean the banishment to the Canberra equivalent journalistic of Siberia, will be classified as a threat to national security. A cell is being prepared next to witness k in an unknown location.
The mention of el Presidenty Macacarroni will be included within the New Liberal Party legislation and have a blank space for anyone who should sully the name of the party of Gaia in the future.
All waiters within the ACT have been instructed to report any diner who is seen to be quaffing a bottle of Vin De Gaulle.
55,000 pages and 183 CDs of tweets keeping @hotfrenchpresident don't arrange themselves on a stage under a black cloth bu themselves you know. I wait, confident of national vindication.
More seriously, and along the lines of other comments: there may not have been enough consideration that not everyone - and in particular, world leaders who are not anglophone conservatives - may not be primed by the Murdoch flying monkeys to swallow whatever is said.
The UK and US have a "special relationship", President Biden recently said " the US has no closer aĺly than Australia" this all sounds like a menage a trois to me... stop wait ... maybe we shouldn't call it that,
What's hilarious about Morrison is not just that he's a liar, it's that he's such an incompetent liar. He lies with such incompetence that he's almost always immediately found out. Then comes the bluster, obfuscation and temper tantrum. The accusing journalists of getting selfies with Macron merely because they fronted Morrison about being found out. He's not used to that from the usual fawning fan club. We can but hope that this is the beginning of the end for Mr Permanent Media Campaign.
Also the shear hide of Mathias Cormann who helped chop the ALP 'carbon tax' now Secretary-General of the OCED telling Australia its time to introduce a carbon tax must make Scotty from Marketing regret lending him a jet.
Hey JB, The media don't just give him a back rub when he lies...they also do a reacharound..... So its no wonder he keeps doing it.
T'is to be hoped that this is the final aukustration of Clumsy's demise. Surely, voters cannot be fooled yet again by this cackhanded incompetent lying embarrasment of a politician?
The thing is Maron and Biden don't get to vote in Australian elections. Coal miners in Queensland and the Hunter valley do. So does every other Australian. We are going to have to remind people that they do have a vote and they can send Morrison packing. We have enough examples of his stupidity and callous disregard for the mug punters who voted him in. We need to get organised to send him and his government of cronies back to whence they came.
Liar, liar, planet’s on fire.
To be fair to our pilloried PM he is still in a deep funk, his exclusion from the guest list of Toady McToad Face on his ninetieth birthday bash in Central Park has left a lingering doubt that he may be out of favor within the inner circle. He had packed his knee pads, just in case the summons came through at the last minute to join the line of groveling flunkies.
After several hundred years of sporadic warfare between Britain and France, the signing of the Entente Cordiale on the 8th of April 1904 ushered in an era of peace and tranquility.
The sinking of the Sub deal sent a torpedo through the heart of the Entente. Our little part of the far-flung British empire meant that we were responsible for the destruction of a pact that had sustained peace for over a hundred years. It is safe to assume an audience with the descendant of the royal signatory will not be forthcoming in Morries lifetime. Royal insiders are said to have heard her highness say, "we are not amused"
The gall of the man from Gaul is almost incandescent, even hotter than Liddel on a busy summer day. Mendacity from a believer in the prosperity gospel gives the adherents a special dispensation of forgiveness.
Whilst he is in Europe he may pop in to see his old mate Mathias, he may well join him for good Havana and a cheeky little Merlot on the balcony of his palatial pad. The age of entitlement is not over folks. The main reason will be to congratulate him on his climate Volte-Face whilst trying to keep a straight face.
The nuclearites at Lucas Heights reactor are in a state of trepidation, the next load of reactor rods may have more trouble with French customs than a truckload of perishable goods on the dockside trying to leave the UK.
The PM's security detail is trying to find out who left a large lump of coal outside his hotel room door, it had a note attached which said, I think this belongs to you.
Having reached a new high in outrageous behavior, we the humble populace are waiting expectantly to see if he can up the ante for his next escapade. A coterie of News Corp wordsmiths has moved into the Lodge so as to keep ahead of the news cycle and gazump the Marxist at the Guardian.
Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus has now replaced the Abbott of Warringah as the face of the RFS. If any bush fires are detected he will automatically deny responsibility for its existence. He will attribute the blame to the new nonexistent New Liberal Party.
A bill will shortly be rushed through the Lower House and the bribing of our favorite oxymoron will assure its smooth passage through the red wall of politics.
The nonexistent New Liberal Party, of which any mention of it in any mainstream media will mean the banishment to the Canberra equivalent journalistic of Siberia, will be classified as a threat to national security. A cell is being prepared next to witness k in an unknown location.
The mention of el Presidenty Macacarroni will be included within the New Liberal Party legislation and have a blank space for anyone who should sully the name of the party of Gaia in the future.
All waiters within the ACT have been instructed to report any diner who is seen to be quaffing a bottle of Vin De Gaulle.
Remember those happy long ago days when our criminal governments were competent and could manage their crimes without being caught too often?
No need to be mean.
55,000 pages and 183 CDs of tweets keeping @hotfrenchpresident don't arrange themselves on a stage under a black cloth bu themselves you know. I wait, confident of national vindication.
More seriously, and along the lines of other comments: there may not have been enough consideration that not everyone - and in particular, world leaders who are not anglophone conservatives - may not be primed by the Murdoch flying monkeys to swallow whatever is said.
The UK and US have a "special relationship", President Biden recently said " the US has no closer aĺly than Australia" this all sounds like a menage a trois to me... stop wait ... maybe we shouldn't call it that,
after all
we don't want to upset the French...
...too late