Catherine Deveny is a fishwife; not a comedian. She is about as funny as her horse’s arse is to look at, ten axe handle across and all cordite – likely to explode at any time. The traditional and well established treatment for nags and scolds was the ducking chair, dunk ’em high, dunk ’em low, dunk ’em in the old cesspool; oh what a mule she is. Bury my foot not on a lone prairie but in her never mind. Hooray for Deveny, she a horse’s arse, kick her in the old Khyber Pass; what ho! I say, I say; kick her in the old Khyber Pass.
Adam Goodes is a true whinger in the traditional meaning of the Australian word. He and his ilk have never had it so good. Goodes was duped into thinking he was unique, something special and that the country owed him a living and gratitude for his ring craft. Goodes’ crime was that he brought the game of AFL into disrepute by his on-field antics. Tall poppies don’t last long in the Australian sun. Only a dumb arsed reporter like Caroline Wilson could write such crap.
Who f**kin cares. Mamamia (Fake News Incorporated) had nothing to do or say and the Editor couldn’t settle, so their star reporter, Sophie Aubrey, their all singing, all dancing quiz kid said, Please Miss, I know. Ms Editor replied, Sophie, we’re busy right now; so stick your finger back where ya had it and give’s a break. Please Miss, Sophie whined, Anne Boleyn was beheaded on 19 May 1536 and Harry and what’s her name, Meghan are getting married on 19 May 2018. Eureka, cried the Editor that’s it, more f**kin fake news.
Pooja Punjabi announced Swami Kutchakockoff would not be serving any old garden variety of curry at their new Ashram in Horsham. Only the kosher will do. It had been reported that a Jewish hamburger outlet in Horsham (The Jewish Front for Free Palestine, JFFP) had written on their fridge door No Curries Here, Argentina! Pooja said this was a total lie, we might do on a Friday night as a special, the odd halal curry but it will be only for our very special regular customers. What the ABC reported was a total beat up, not a word of it was true. Our curries are only made with genuine articles from the subcontinent.
One of the good things about Germaine Greer and I must add, there are very few, is that she lives and works in the UK and we only occasionally get to hear of her, which is a good thing all round. For if ever there was a full-on dumb arsed broad, you would need to look no further. How the world was hoodwinked by this charlatan of feminism and all things female, I cannot say, never has a greater piece of humbug ever been written than The Female Eunuch, a sophist’s delight; she rode to market on the fatted feminist pig while all the poor little Marylous are now condemned to a life of strap-ons, hairy armpits and arseholes and death in the arms of some vinegar faced lesbian. Yassmin Abdel-Magied could do us all a favour and piss off to pommy land and torment the poor bustards there.
So the Commonwealth Games was a fcuk-up, who cares. What a pack of galoots they were. Next week one of these precious little things will be having a nervous break down or coming-out after being a closet homo for twenty years. Carrot-top Beattie one of the biggest drongos to have ever crossed the star studded stage of the Qld Parliament was as usual drowned by his own verbal shit. So mummy didn’t see me in the final march past! And Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow! bow wow!