Tough week to be a bigot.

Even tougher week for those who routinely find themselves on the wet end of the hot geyser of hatespew vomiting from the head holes of bigots.

Tough week, too, if you’re the sort of Hufflepuff hall monitor who joins the ALP to fight injustice and routinely finds themselves embiggening injustice by voting for it.

But a really, really tough week for the Exploding Poop Emoji of Engadine Maccas who tried to fashion a wedge out of thousands of vulnerable children only to have that wedge jammed painfully into his own curry-lined rectal tissue by five of his former playground friends.

As Sir Humphrey would put it, a bold choice, Prime Minister.

One might ask what the illiberal fuck Scott Morrison was thinking when he made the protection of religious bigotry the centrepiece of his legislative agenda for the last two minutes of his government, but one should not really bother.

He was thinking that if he could just trouser a couple of votes in those outer metro Labor seats that went against the marriage equality referendum he might sneak back into power for another three years. Imagine the family holidays to Hawaii he could have then!

Until Morrison’s cunning plan was ruined by five Liberal colleagues who decided that their survival and—who knows, let’s give them some credit— the survival of an unknown number of their young trans constituents was more important than Scotty’s, it looked like the ALP was going to do that thing they do at C1 on Jon Kudelka’s ‘Rusted-on Bingo’ tea towel.

When the gang of five crossed the floor to deny religious schools and ‘people of faith’ legal protection for their grotesque cruelty they handed Albo a win he didn’t really deserve - not on the early indications that Labor was going to wave the Bill through to the keeper and everything would be tickety-boo, just as soon as the election unicorns fired up their sparkly rainbow afterburners and took flight to deliver us all from the long national nightmare which began with a deeply foetid rumbling in a toilet stall at Engadine after the 1997 Grand Final.

Remember the last time they did that? Voting through the Government’s shitty data retention and interwebz security lawz on a promise to repeal them later?

You probably don’t, not specifically, because it’s happened so many fucking times.

But those laws are all still on the books, just as this wretched piece of scum and villainy would’ve been if and when Labor lost again.

But, for once, scum and villainy didn’t pay off.

As Rachel Wither’s wrote in The Monthly:

It’s long been noted that this “religious freedom” bill (as it was originally known) seemed much more focused on the freedom to discriminate than on freedom from discrimination. The fact that the government has now pulled out based on these protective changes, despite repeatedly saying this bill couldn’t possibly wait, confirms this was the true focus all along.

The other give away?

The raging butthurt of whiny bigots complaining that the whole package — the Religious Free-Dumb bill and the amendments to the Sex Discrimination Act needed to effect it — should just be dumped because if they weren’t going to be allowed to bully trans kids or fags what was even the point?

The Australian Christian Lobby in particular…

…spent the back end of the week in tanty town because they’d been promised not just the freedom to be as monstrous as they wanted, but the freedom from any consequence for their septic nastiness. Tough week for them too.

But toughest of all? Probably wasn’t SloMo, when I think about it. It was probably all those kids whose very existence was scorned and threatened by the squalid politics of this vulgar shit show.