Friday Night Party Music
What a shambles of a week. No, not for yours truly, but that pack of self preservationists “running” the circus down in Canberra. Shagger Thomson beating the three year statute on limitations so he can’t even be dealt with for using union funds to finance his election campaign. Not to mention the $600,000 legal bill his Labor mates are continuing to happily pay for the new “independent”. But will Windsor or Oakeshott – the other “independents” – do anything about it? Those two know they’re out of a job come the next election, and might find it hard obtaining another one ever again (on the pay scale they’re used to anyway*), so take the money while you can. Windsor wants his federal pension, too, but he won’t get it unless this government completes a full term. Katter’s a lost cause. What was he on about this week? Some “Australian” test? OK, Bob.** And people say drugs will f#&^ you up. What’s he on? And what does the slime bucket govt. try to pull? Some trumped up charge from before I was born, foisted on Abbott by some ALP hack student unionist, and there’s Anthony Sleazyvile trying to pee on the desert and claim it’s a flood, but all he ends up with is a wet sock.
And then along comes Wayne.
Treasurer of the Year Wayne Swan.
The bloke who had about $100 billion every year more to play with than “rivers of gold” $20 billion surplus Costello, Wayne still manages to go an average of $40 billion over budget… every single budget. Cripes, even the Wayne’s carefully calculated projected deficit of Budget Past blew out by a factor of 100%. And now The Tan with a Plan reckons he can turn that round into a surplus, yet is outed within hours of pushing some crap back into this year, other crap into the next budget.
And Labor, not content with lying to real families about the carbon tax, then decides, hey, why not lie to the business community as well (as if they don’t have families). So Wayne gives another bribe to the “real families” who apparently don’t do any business out there… I dunno, maybe like the housing commission ones with the yacht parked out on the lawn and HSV?
No, I haven’t mentioned Gillard specifically. Speak no ill of the dead and all that (for this post anyway).
Speaking of anyway, it is Friday. Not completely super pumped this time over as I watch this government, this glass-jawed government cop one on the chin, too see the shards go deep, deep in the shag, the very fabric of Australia.
Deep, deep in the shag.
Well, they say fight fire with fire. So let’s fight deep with deep… for right now at least.***
* if Windsor and Oakeshott’s next jobs were as three star Michelin chefs working in the Burj Dubai, and the dinner were free, I’d still go to McDonald’s in Albuquerque.
** what is it with people named “Robert” in Australian politics???
*** And fight shag with shag.