Well, that ScoMo comeback was really something, wasn’t it? An hour-long masterclass in gurning like a fluff-bollock. A supersized street pizza of furiously marmalised bullshit and wonder beans. The denial of his own shadow. The absurd gaslighting and the bonus round of more absurd gaslighting. The total absence of grace or class, the wailing and gnashing of teeth, the ridiculous melodrama and preposterous double-downs, the thin veneer of stuff that was not entirely true, the Presidential panic nuggets dipped in Australiana.
Careful or you'll get smited, or is it smote, by a vengeful, angry god who is rightfully pissed off that we rejected his heavenly messenger. Are you sure that you want the AFP and God after you? Scumo didn't trust his ministers and neither did I. He showed fairly good judgement in that at least.
John - none of us truly surprised by what this scoundrel has done - not truly - but here in this esaay you definitively "slam dunk" his hubristic nonsense. And for that I say "Vielen Dank!"
I'm sure Morrison genuinely believes he's done the right thing and that none of us are grateful enough for his sacrifices. It's a sure sign of some psychopathology or other. Narcissism, Anti Social Personality Disorder, or some other malady that I missed in those Psych lectures so many years ago. He has a very different set of morals and ethical standards to us plebs and he clearly expects us to just take him at his word every time. I have not missed those press conferences. It's been a relief to witness the boring Prime Ministership of Albo, I just want Morrison to piss off to some remote locale where he can evangelise for the glory of his particular brand of sky fairy... though I can't think of a country I would want to be that cruel to. I never want to hear his whining "pity me" routine ever again.
That clusterfuck was positively nostalgic in it's horror; fascinating, & therapeutic, watching as I was (for all of 10 minutes) from my new safe place - a little kitchen in an Australia no longer ruled by autocratic theocrats.
Sincere thanks are due you (and Amy Remekis') for braving the Tempest, so easily triggered ppl like me didn't have to. If it wasn't for your remarkable translation skills, I'd have no idea what it said. There's absolutely no way I could sit through it unless a drinking game was involved. Slainte!
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
The liar from the Shire has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase.
It's an example of how he had cowed his government members, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar and, as one, plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in such divine retribution.
I thought the comical Twitter post from the repugnant one, was an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for long the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will keep the constitutional academics publishing papers until the end of the century.
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into the portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
He has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase. It's an example of how he has cowed his government members to such an extent, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar, and as one plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in divine intervention.
I thought the comical Twitter posts from the repugnant one were an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will ensure that his name will go down in infamy, should a statue be erected by a future fascist government, it will be thrown into Lake Burley Griffin in the dead of night, by those who will never forget
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into those portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
I have a feeling that the idea for this Machiavellian plot was the result of a talking in tongues session at the Horizon, after a few communion wines with Brian.
The GG of course will retain his status as a Koala, a protected species, even though his boss may not be amused. At least the GG's lobbying of Mr Slimy for eighteen million dollars, for an organisation that does not exist, the Australian Future Leaders Program, an Orwellian nightmare if ever there was one, may yet be stymied by Penny. But I fear that the three and half million that has already been paid is already on a sun-kissed island.
I didn't realise that Davo had a side hustle lobbying for our money from an unctuous little toad.
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
The liar from the Shire has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase. It's an example of how he had cowed his government faithful to such an extent, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar, and as one plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back when they found out. He still sits up at the back of the room, with that trade mark smirk. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in divine guidance.
It is possible but impossible to prove that this diabolical Machiavellian fiasco was imparted to him whilst talking in tongues one night at the Horizon, after a few communion wines with Brian. God moves in mysterious ways.
I thought the comical Twitter posts from the repugnant one were an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will keep the constitution barristers in clover until the end of the century and an additional roller in the garage.
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into some of the important portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
The other thought that popped into what's left of my Gin-addled brain was that more financial largesse would be funnelled to the corporate faithful from clueless cabinet minister's coffers, through some creative accounting, for which the Menzies mob in Parrakeelia are renowned. The Gas Giants, not the planets, always need more money for another share buyback.
Until now, I was feeling like a fairy dies every time I look at him, hear him, or even read his name. You are the protector of fairies. Thank you.
One of your best. I felt the same way, with similar vehemence, but it takes a JB to articulate it so sincerely.
The fact that you forced yourself to watch that hour of horror, and paraphrase it so eloquently - Thankyou!
Careful or you'll get smited, or is it smote, by a vengeful, angry god who is rightfully pissed off that we rejected his heavenly messenger. Are you sure that you want the AFP and God after you? Scumo didn't trust his ministers and neither did I. He showed fairly good judgement in that at least.
Amen.
John - none of us truly surprised by what this scoundrel has done - not truly - but here in this esaay you definitively "slam dunk" his hubristic nonsense. And for that I say "Vielen Dank!"
My second favorite take on this, after your own of course, is First Dog on Moon's dry humor
"This is beyond the pale, he's gone TOO FAR this time" and the sardonic expression in the responder of ...
"Are you new here"?
I'm sure Morrison genuinely believes he's done the right thing and that none of us are grateful enough for his sacrifices. It's a sure sign of some psychopathology or other. Narcissism, Anti Social Personality Disorder, or some other malady that I missed in those Psych lectures so many years ago. He has a very different set of morals and ethical standards to us plebs and he clearly expects us to just take him at his word every time. I have not missed those press conferences. It's been a relief to witness the boring Prime Ministership of Albo, I just want Morrison to piss off to some remote locale where he can evangelise for the glory of his particular brand of sky fairy... though I can't think of a country I would want to be that cruel to. I never want to hear his whining "pity me" routine ever again.
How do we remove the stench?
The halitosis of contempt.
That clusterfuck was positively nostalgic in it's horror; fascinating, & therapeutic, watching as I was (for all of 10 minutes) from my new safe place - a little kitchen in an Australia no longer ruled by autocratic theocrats.
Sincere thanks are due you (and Amy Remekis') for braving the Tempest, so easily triggered ppl like me didn't have to. If it wasn't for your remarkable translation skills, I'd have no idea what it said. There's absolutely no way I could sit through it unless a drinking game was involved. Slainte!
That fucking guy. I thought we were free of him at last. Just fuck off already, SloMo.
He is bad at everything, even being bad. What a worthless and useless character.
One of your best, dear sir. While it triggered mental images of a bloviating ex PM, it brightened my day regardless!
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
The liar from the Shire has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase.
It's an example of how he had cowed his government members, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar and, as one, plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in such divine retribution.
I thought the comical Twitter post from the repugnant one, was an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for long the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will keep the constitutional academics publishing papers until the end of the century.
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into the portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
As my old Granpappy once said, Ain't life funny.
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
He has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase. It's an example of how he has cowed his government members to such an extent, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar, and as one plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in divine intervention.
I thought the comical Twitter posts from the repugnant one were an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will ensure that his name will go down in infamy, should a statue be erected by a future fascist government, it will be thrown into Lake Burley Griffin in the dead of night, by those who will never forget
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into those portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
I have a feeling that the idea for this Machiavellian plot was the result of a talking in tongues session at the Horizon, after a few communion wines with Brian.
The GG of course will retain his status as a Koala, a protected species, even though his boss may not be amused. At least the GG's lobbying of Mr Slimy for eighteen million dollars, for an organisation that does not exist, the Australian Future Leaders Program, an Orwellian nightmare if ever there was one, may yet be stymied by Penny. But I fear that the three and half million that has already been paid is already on a sun-kissed island.
I didn't realise that Davo had a side hustle lobbying for our money from an unctuous little toad.
Ain't life funny!
Who will rid me of this truculent megalomaniac? Henry the second had the right idea.
The liar from the Shire has made Australian democracy a dirty phrase. It's an example of how he had cowed his government faithful to such an extent, that they didn't even have the courage to do a Julius Caesar, and as one plunge a bunch of Wiltshires into his back when they found out. He still sits up at the back of the room, with that trade mark smirk. Perhaps they were afraid that a bolt from the blue would have struck them down, and cast them into hell. Such is the power of the Pentecostals, that they believe in divine guidance.
It is possible but impossible to prove that this diabolical Machiavellian fiasco was imparted to him whilst talking in tongues one night at the Horizon, after a few communion wines with Brian. God moves in mysterious ways.
I thought the comical Twitter posts from the repugnant one were an attempt to use a classic piece from the politicians' playbook. Drop something into the media cycle that would distract the hounds long enough for the heat to die down. The banter subsided very quickly, so this must have been one of his whimsical ideas that died in the rectum.
I have a sneaky suspicion that a Lynton Crosby classic will emerge soon. The dead cat on the table is undoubtedly being considered, or maybe the heat has become too incandescent for normal shenanigans to be applied.
The size and scale of this insidiously egregious abomination will keep the constitution barristers in clover until the end of the century and an additional roller in the garage.
My initial thought that the usurping of the Westminster system was to insert some News Corp commissars into some of the important portfolios, as sleeper agents until the Dark Lord decides that the time is right to exact his revenge on an electorate that wouldn't do as they are told.
The other thought that popped into what's left of my Gin-addled brain was that more financial largesse would be funnelled to the corporate faithful from clueless cabinet minister's coffers, through some creative accounting, for which the Menzies mob in Parrakeelia are renowned. The Gas Giants, not the planets, always need more money for another share buyback.