It’s Spring!

Spring is sprung! And in Australia we know exactly where those birdies are.

It’s Swooping Season! Take care, people.

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Welcome to the 46th Parliament.

Meet the new parliament.

Same as the old parliament.

Same lack of policy

Same dearth of ideas.

Same corruption (except much worse now FauxMo has surrounded himself with happy-clapper mates.)

Same demonisation of anyone FauxMo doesn’t like – which is everyone earning less than $200,000 a year.

Same plan to make the rich richer and kick the disadvantaged to the kerb.

What on earth will FauxMo find to do once his tax legislation has been passed? There’s precious little on the agenda. 

What will the media find to talk about when they are no longer able to make up crap about how Labor will vote?

 

 

The Winter of our Discontent

I won’t continue with the calumny that Mr Shakespeare then hurled at Richard III (yes, I am a HUGE fan of Josephine Tey’s analysis of the blackening of poor Richard’s name in her wonderful book The Daughter of Time), but it is truly apposite given the way that the msm has turned turtle and everything bad is new again – especially when it comes to pouring ever more shit onto Labor.

Like most (if not all) Pubsters, I am both shocked by the election result, and truly horrified by the media’s response to it.

Never mind, my friends, while The Pub and each Pubster and Lurker lives, we are all tiny candles burning in the wind, keeping the flame of hope alive.

Meanwhile, shall nick out and give Madame La Guillotine another grease, oil change, and honing.