Folks, the world was a pretty happy place until the feminists took over; we’ve had fifty years of it. Isn’t it about time we had a review of the damn thing. It seems to have become crazier and crazier as the years go by. In the beginning, I always thought there was good reason why the world was organised the way it was and then the feminists started their nonsense. It seemed to be that our earthly fathers, the wise old men of the community, couldn’t seem to remember why women should remain in the home as good mothers to their children. We had about seventy years of communism; then one day someone in Russia woke up to the fact, after billions of roubles had been wasted and billions of lives had been destroyed, that communism wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It didn’t deliver man from the daily drudge. In fact, it ground him further into the mire of despair. Did any of you watch Christine Blasey Ford? This woman has clear mental health issues. She has no grasp of reality. She is living in a fog of deranged feminist ideology, a dupe ready to throw her life and reputation away to further the cause. This woman, Ford, is no different from the female hysterics who threw themselves in front of race horses at Epsom. Why would you go on national TV and swear an oath and give evidence of an event that was thirty years old to which there was not a shred of corroboration. Now Senator Elizabeth Warren, D-Mass., 69, a geriatric for Christ sake, says she’s going to run in the 2020 Presidential elections. She was decrying President Trump and Senate Republicans for digging in behind Judge Brett M. Kavanaugh, the embattled Supreme Court nominee who has been accused of sexual assault. If an individual is sexually assaulted, he or she should report the matter immediately to the police; not wait thirty years to make some dumb arsed statement for political or ideological reasons, which cannot be corroborated. Capiche!
If ever there was a dumb broad who needed the sackaroo, Emma Alberici is the one. What happens, instead of her going the Chairman and the CEO go? Too right they go, out the door like dirty mop water, down came Baby, cradle and all. Well what can you expect from a bunch of left-wing drongos like the ABC. Defund the ABC, put em in the scuppers and hose em out, bring on the real men. There was a time I don’t know when. When the ABC was staunch and had a heart of oak.
Folks, just as I started to settle down after a tumultuous, tsunami of shocks and outrages, I come to find I’ve been sat right down in the shit again without a by your leave. There’s whiskey in the jar, he shouted. Pour yaself a dram or two, bro. Who’ll do me this time, who’ll do me now? Manspreaders, the dirty buggers. Keep ya legs together ya brazen hussy, ya jezebel. Ya the whore of Babylon, bejesus. Ya made me drunk with the wine of her fornication. You’re a manspreader, the mother of harlots and an abomination of the earth. The solution to the problem is according to the femo-nazis, squirting a solution on the trouser area covering the man’s genitals. There goes my only possession; there goes my everything. One banana, two bananas, who’ll do me this time, who’ll do me now? What did Freud call it? Penis envy!
Independent Kerryn Phelps has lost her … what do ya call it? Never mind. That’s it: A-tisket a-tasket, a green and yellow basket. She lost it. A little Liberal picked it up and put it in his pocket. The dirty little dog said bow-wow! Dr Phelps said her doo dahs were stolen last night from New South Head Road. It is disgraceful conduct. To think a woman can’t leave her never minds out. These snowdroppers need to see a psychiatrist, she added.
Folks, Scott Morrison is in the shit again, he’s only hangin by his finger nails ya know, over Invasion Day, 26 January. He’s a big disgrace to the Aborigine race; he can’t ride a kangaroo (yeah, yeah) or make Kakadu stew. Claire Coleman, Ms Noongar, born in Perth away from her ancestral country, who has lived most of her life in Victoria and most of that in and around Melbourne, writing in the Guardian says 26 January, Invasion Day is Aborigine Day and you white fellows can go and get your own day, stuff you. Morrison has got it wrong – Aboriginal people, cannot and will not forget that date. Nor can they allow whites to celebrate it without resistance. Well folks, bully for Claire Coleman, Ms Noongar, but lets assume we, the whites, invaded Australia, which the High Court ruled we did not but simply settled, then didn’t we win the war? Football, meat pies, kangaroos and Holden cars; beauty Newk, throw another shrimp on the Barbie and tell us anothery dirty as buggery.
Folks, I’ve had a few shocks this week. I seem to be havin ’em quite frequently lately, perhaps if I let go of the electric cord, things might settle down a bit. The hands on the clock keep a-goin round; I just get up and it’s time to lay down. Life gets tee-jus, don’t it, hmm. Of course, the biggest shock of all has been Australian comedian Hannah Gadbsy appearance at the 2018 Emmy Awards on Tuesday. Who’d have thought Gadbsy would get a run, an androgynous hippopotamus. It only goes to show what a bunch of bananas the Emmy Awards are. A couple of okies went on twitter ravin about her. Although she a man-hater, a misandrist, she must have been squeezing someone’s white banana blue and smokin banana peels.
Liberal MP Ann Sudmalis has delivered a blistering attack on her colleague Gareth Ward and the NSW Liberal Party over claims of bullying and intimidation. Bully for her, tittle-tattle, yackety-yak goes Mrs Scuttlebutt. What a beauty Newk, she went berko over the berley scattered in her electorate.