Folks, the story use to run as follows: little boys are made of slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, while little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Now we’ve all heard of the ugly American, but what about the ugly feminist? You know the feminazi. Are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking? Clementine Ford, no not that faceache of a fruitcake; Labor MP Emma Husar. The wicked witch of the West, Dragon lady incorporated, pick up my dog shit or else cop it in the Khyber Pass. Doo Dah, doo dah, doo dah all day long, wash my undies you snivelling dog of a wimp. I’m a single mother on $200k a year, think of all the sacrifices I’ve made for you, you catch-fart of a lackey, you office drudge. Where’s my dry cleaning, dogsbody?
Senator Sarah Hanson-Young would be one of the most gutless politicians ever to grace the Senate. She shot her mouth off by accusing all men of being rapists in one of her ignorant rants. She is dumb as all shit. I don’t think there is a dumber broad in the Parliament than her. Now she drags her 11 year old daughter on national TV to make Mickey Mouse motherhood declarations about her mother’s probity, fairness and sincerity. When the daughter get bullied at school because she has a dumb arsed mother we’ll have to suffer another rant about bullies. Wake up Senator Sarah Hanson-Young and move back into the real world.
Crocodiles have been seen swimming and sunning themselves at two popular Far North Queensland water holes. Take it from me folks, ya can always tell a crocodile lover because they wear their underdaks up their bum crack and live in a cold climate. Everyone knows a dead croc is a good one; shoot em high, shoot em low, shoot em up anytime. Those dam crocs we seek em here, we seek em der, we seek em ebbrywhere. Those dam crocs are good for nuttin, nuttin, not a ting at all. Lets get rid of them and celebrate a day at the beach croc free.
But the biggest kick I ever got was doing a thing called the Crocodile Chop. While the other kids were rocking round the clock, we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Chop.
Folks, the amount of ill wind that is directed at Barnaby Joyce at the moment, is hard to fathom. I thought, perhaps people had confused Barnaby with another person; voila: the pin dropped and there it is to behold. Barnaby Joyce is neither the son of William Joyce, Lord Haw-Haw nor the reincarnation of Lord Haw-Haw. So can we move on please. Try and pick on someone your own size.
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon,
Up stairs an’ doon stairs in his nicht-gown,
Tirlin’ at the window, crying at the lock,
“Are the weans in their bed, for the shirt-lifters are about?”
One thing Barnaby Joyce and Vikki Campion have that all these other nasty oopsies don’t have, is dear little baby Sebastian. When ya a desiccated, wizened piece of LBT who’s spent a life cockin ya arse at anything that moves in a gay mardi gras, it would be niece to come home and settle down with a wee bairn. Envy, dear reader; envy.
Is Barnaby Joyce a hypocrite? Hypocrisy is the contrivance of a false appearance of virtue or goodness, while concealing real character or inclinations, especially with respect to religious and moral beliefs. Hypokrites was a technical term for a stage actor. What is Barnaby Joyce’s principal occupation: a politician? Since the highest function of a politician is to play-act, act out, or dissemble, then has any gain or merit come from the name calling and ridiculing of Mr Joyce. His real perfidy, it is said, is that he opposed same sex marriage. Hardly a major failing, if viewed from a 2000 years historical perspective where homosexuality has never been accorded legitimate recognition. However, in the new world of anything goes, good’s bad today, black’s white today and day’s night today then anything goes. So gettin 150,000 bucks for an all singing, all dancing performance by Sebastian Joyce and all the other Joyces sounds cheap to me but Mamamia (Fake News Incorporated) and its band of performing suffragettes and jackasses thinks its a sin-anything goes.
Mamamia, Fake News Incorporated, reports on bullying, cyber that is; in other words, a Claytons. Turn the phone off or get a new number, Capiche. Of course, Mamamia needs a name to run the bullshit story, who do they pick none other than, wait for it, Lisa Wilkinson; who happened to survive school bullying where she was up against 10,000 to 1. The David and Goliath story, eat your heart out. Lisa’s been there done that and survived.