Lee Harvey Oswald shot and killed JFK, no doubt about it. The US can’t accept that a born loser could take down the most powerful machinery of government in the world. The suckers in the Secret Service lost a President that the truth of the matter. Oliver Stone is just looking for a beat up again.
What unadulterated crap, what unctuous lickspittle drivel from a LBT (lettuce bacon & tomato) supporter, what whinging from a clapped out leftwing Labor loony. Kenneally’s only claim to fame is as the Barangaroo nymph.
The best example of multiculturalism is the example from nature; nothing is new in the world. God made Cuckoos but he forgot to tell them how to make a nest and raise their young. When the Cuckoo turns up at your common or garden variety of bird’s nest and asks, Do you mind if I rest for a while in your nest? The common bird says, No, be my guest. The Cuckoo then shits in the nest and throws everything out and takes over. When the common bird objects, the Cuckoo calls him a racist, notwithstanding, the common bird’s generosity.
Sam Dastyari is a little poisoned Persian pissant whose beak can hold more than his belican. He has got more hide than a rhinoceros at a Melbourne Cup meeting and as Leader of Opposition Business, he can only be likened to Captain Dodo and his Caucasus Race. He would do us all a favour if he caught the 3.10 to Persepolis and stayed there.
Sarah Hanson-Young says she doesn’t get it. What doesn’t she get that she’s a dumb broad?
Shorten and the LBT (lettuce bacon & tomato) brigade, there is only about 5000 clinically diagnosed gay and all sorts in Australia. There is an equal number of hangers-on who revel in the idea of the third sex and its variations but in the scheme of things the lot of them wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans. The total number of same-sex marriages registered in New Zealand in 2014 was 486, compared to 19,639 opposite-sex marriages. Shorten knows Aussies are not gonna fall for this same sex crap; so he has grabbed his bat and ball and run off home as any schoolyard cry-baby would. Good on him I say, that has saved us a heap of money not having to pay for these suckers tormenting the rest of the country; they are a minuscule number of people, not worth the trouble.
Julia Gillard is an example of why Prime Ministers should be born in Australia and if not, then debarred from holding that office. Her first weakness was that she wore her pommy upbringing like a raggedy old dress, forever carrying the failures of her father, who blamed the English class system for his failure, as a raison d’etre for her entry into politics. Then she indulged in questionable practises as a lawyer in the Union movement. In politics, she adopted a ruthless policy of stabbing people in the back like Rudd. When she finally met her match in Abbott, she ran for cover and said she was a victim of and was unjustly discriminated against because of institutionalised concepts of sexism and misogamy. She was a dud from Dudsville, a cracker from Taffy Town, a gumsucker gone troppo.
Premier Mike Baird is a rat and has bowed to the loony fringe of the Animal Rights groups. The destruction of peoples’ livelihoods by government action is an outrage and should not be tolerated by electorate. 68,000 greyhounds a year, so what; state councils have collectively put down three times more dogs than the greyhound racing industry.
Scott Morrison is full of it. He is another economic okie from Dudsville. He thinks a Keynesian accelerator is wigwam for a goose’s brindle. The only way to fix the economy is to reduce welfare significantly, abolish negative gearing, introduce a fee for service on Doctor’s visits and increase the cash rate to 3% as well as taking back monetary policy from the Reserve Bank.
This story of Anthony Albanese reveals to me a lot about Albanese. I always considered him an hysteric with an exaggerated sense of the underdog or with a pronounced chip on his shoulder. What it does reveal is that Albanese has been on government welfare from cradle to grave. More importantly, the Italian government has not contributed one single lira or euro to his upbringing or advancement. His whole life has been on the government gravy train. How familiar this story is with Labor. Scratch any of them and you’ll find the familiar birthmark, beno (welfare beneficiary) on all of them, tattooed on their ass.