Folks, I see the nut brigade are at it again. Serena Williams, what can ya say about this broad, nuttin its all been said before but she cracks a mental the other day, goes troppo and some bloke does a cartoon about the incident which is said to be a racist caricature of Serena. Who says? Say I. The image was a fair summation of her behaviour on the court. However, the femo-Nazis took umbrage with it, with Novelist J. K. Rowling leading the charge. The reality is this, there is a large group of women out there, jumped nobodies who seem to think they’re entitled to behave as they see fit and consider themselves beyond reproach. J. K. Rowling and Serena Williams are an example of this new breed of untouchable women.
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Liberal Party lookin for Gals!
The kind of women who would rather mow the lawn with their teeth than … Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s. Yes! We have no bananas, we have-a no bananas today. We have coconuts, walnuts and doughnuts but we have no bananas only all sorts of nuts. Female nuts with vaginal teeth, monkey nuts, parliamentary nuts, Labor nuts, Senate nuts and female Liberal party nuts, there ain’t many nuts like them. Ms Julia Baird writing in the Canberra Times said Liberal women are, finally, and spectacularly, rebelling. Hoorah for Julia. What we don’t need in Parliament she added is any bananas; they have been found to have too much testosterone, infertile rhetoric, too short in the dangle, too much bully round the head and ooze too many red-herrings. What we need Ms Baird said is more women, glorious women, bright and cheeky gals who can cock their arse at any ole bloke. There ya go, take it from the horse’s mouth!
Nasty tactics!
Folks, didja hear about the nasty tactics? No! Well the ABC has got the whole story, kit and caboodle, fair dinkum: Peter Dutton’s backers refused to leave Liberal Party members’ offices. Wow, what a scoop, doo dah, doo dah day. Good on ya, tell us anothery, dirty as buggery. In the fallout from the torrid affair, Victorian Liberal MP Julia Banks announced she would quit at the next election following the “bullying and intimidation” she faced, while her Upper House colleague Lucy Gichuhi has threatened to name and shame the worst of the culprits. Struth the sheilas are quittin, and the Japs are comin, who’ll save me now? When ya feelin glum put ya finger in ya bum and whistle while ya work. Don’t leave me Malcolm, give me five minutes more, only five minutes more.
Senator Derryn Hinch leavin on a jet plane!
Pauline Hanson told senator Derryn Hinch to pack his bags and get on the next flight out of the country, to go back to New Zealand. Sounds like a good idea to me. Senator Hinch should have been deported years ago; he has got enough convictions and jail time to warrant a kick in the arse back to New Zealand. What’s the dope done for the country anyway? He’s a loud mouth okie from Taranaki.
Aliza Cornet has tits!
In a match against Swedish Johanna Larson, French tennis player Aliza Cornet used the break to change into a new shirt. After returning to the court and realising it was on backwards, Cornet pulled it off and promptly put it on the right way. The chair umpire, Christian Rask, then gave her a code violation. Technicality and rules aside, one thing is clear: it would have been less likely for Cornet to cop this violation if she had been a male. May be so, but Ms Cornet has tits and they should remain in her shirt, said Dr Titslinger.
Emma Husar slut shamed!
Labor backbencher Emma Husar says she was slut shamed which forced her decision not to recontest the Sydney seat of Lindsay at the next election. It was so vicious, she had no ability to come back and stand up for myself. Mr Whelan found merit to a small number of the complaints relating to staff being “subjected to unreasonable management including unreasonable communications, demands, practices and disciplinary methods”. Now Ms Husar claims to be a victim. Indeed, a victim of domestic violence at the hands of men. This was the theme of her maiden speech. She is a qualified primary school teacher of indigenous decent, single and has three children. All that was required of Ms Husar was to be polite and courteous to her staff and the people of Australia. But no, her hubris was so entrenched that all the poor woman could do was buy him a coat; when she came back he was riding a goat. Then she went to the hatters to buy him a hat; when she came back he was feeding her cat. She went to the hosier’s to buy him some hose; when she came back he was dressed in her clothes. The poor thing!
Kevin 07 escapes Bedlam!
Folks, please stand for a round of applause for Kevin 07 (Kevin Rudd), who said Rupert Murdoch and former Prime Minister, Tony Abbott were a cancer on Australian democracy. Well, I’ll be blowed; never would I have thought such an idea. But there ya go there has never been in the history of Australia such a monumental nut case, fruitcake, mental defective, full blown escaped lunatic as Kevin Rudd, a sook, a cry-baby, a bellyacher, complainer, grumbler, moaner, sniveller, squawker, whiner Labor rat. Yippy yippy that’s all folks.
Turnbull was left right out!
What a lot of tripe, what a lot of crocodile tears have been shed over the demise of Malcolm Turnbull as PM. Folks, he was red right down to his underpants. The guy was a left-wing plant in the Liberal party; he had chop suey for breakfast, Russian caviar for tea and smoked Cuban cigars for smoko.
Dear Mr Turnbull,
To my dear Mr Turnbull, I stopped writing letters to you some time ago; I suppose you might say, so what? So what indeed? Well the answer is in the pudding, which you f**ked up. Mate, you couldn’t run a pie-cart at footy grand final and I’m glad to say goodbye to ya. May all ya chicken grow up to be emus and may they kick ya dunny down. Ya down under wacko!
Catherine McGregor caught silly leg on!
Catherine McGregor, thar she blows, heave away, haul away, we’re bound for heaven, BLT sexuality and gender fluidity. Mr/Ms McGregor writing in the SMH has come forward with an insightful diatribe about the Liberal Party. Fair suck of the sav! What would she know, some jumped up okie from the left of Titsville. She says Dog-whistling on race and gender, shrill squealing about “identity” politics, is that all that’s left? The game is up. Maybe even the party is over. Give’s a break and catch the next train to Heelsville.
Paul Dillon Commentator and Author 