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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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, 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.