Who ever thought Wil Anderson was funny? Only the lonely, the f**kin ABC would. What a dropkick. He’s about has funny as a hat full of farts and just as smelly. Give him the gong and send him packin; he’s no fun.
Here we go again, another top notched female apparatchik of the Labor party bites the dust-Katy Gallagher, Labor senator who was not an Australian citizen. Gough Whitlam was the great nationalist hero who said we had to dump all this pommy rot and be Australian. Here we have another pommy re-tread in the form of Katy Gallagher, clinging to her pommy boot straps like baby shit to a nappy, all the time drawing a big wage and allowances shouting her mouth off like some scold from Billingsgate fish markets. Then we have Penny Wong crying, she’s too good to lose. There came a girl from London, Who didn’t know how to dance,The only thing that she could do, Was hopping on one foot.
Where the f**k are we? I hear ya say. If you’re on ya knees and someone’s knocking on ya Khyber Pass and you don’t have a ticket from the LGBT gauleiter, then I’m afraid ya in deep shit. This man has been before four courts and ultimately, he was found to be not guilty of any offence. The facts clearly demonstrate that Ms Saxon Mullins consented to the sexual congress of the type described in the evidence before the courts. Now you have Clementine Ford, Sydney Morning Herald arguing post-coital tristesse is a legitimate weapon to use against any man who may have been dumb enough to have had consensual sex with the prosecutrix. Chinks do it, Japs do it, up in Lapland little Laps do it… But if you go down in the woods today, take a hand full of consent form!