Social Commentator

Kate Fisher, Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow!

Tziporah Malkah aka Kate Fisher, she’s the one who at thirteen won a Dolly modelling competition and then for the next 20 years cocked her arse on the catwalk at all and sundry, thank ya mother for the rabbits, know what I mean, nudge, nudge, know what I mean. Married James Packer and walked away with a million dollar settlement; relocated to Los Angeles, changing her name to Tziporah Malkah because she’s a Jew (Springtime For Hitler), then was ripped off not by the neo-Nazis but by a Rabbi boyfriend, returning to Australia in 2011 broke and broken. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried; she descended into hell; on the third day she rose again from the dead; and ascended into a White Caravan and is seated at the right hand of Juliet Potter. What’s her beef? James Packer is praised because he fessed up to being a depressive while she has been called a crazy old fat bag has-been. It not kosher she said, Mr Packer, a white male is getting all the sympathy.