Jessica Mauboy wearing the same short purple dress she wore in the semi-final, was a floparoo; she went down like a lead balloon. Ho hum back to work we go. We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig, From early morn to night, We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig, Up everything in sight; Jessica Mauboy was not the trick.
Here we go again, another top notched female apparatchik of the Labor party bites the dust-Katy Gallagher, Labor senator who was not an Australian citizen. Gough Whitlam was the great nationalist hero who said we had to dump all this pommy rot and be Australian. Here we have another pommy re-tread in the form of Katy Gallagher, clinging to her pommy boot straps like baby shit to a nappy, all the time drawing a big wage and allowances shouting her mouth off like some scold from Billingsgate fish markets. Then we have Penny Wong crying, she’s too good to lose. There came a girl from London, Who didn’t know how to dance,The only thing that she could do, Was hopping on one foot.
Adam Goodes is a true whinger in the traditional meaning of the Australian word. He and his ilk have never had it so good. Goodes was duped into thinking he was unique, something special and that the country owed him a living and gratitude for his ring craft. Goodes’ crime was that he brought the game of AFL into disrepute by his on-field antics. Tall poppies don’t last long in the Australian sun. Only a dumb arsed reporter like Caroline Wilson could write such crap.
Pooja Punjabi announced Swami Kutchakockoff would not be serving any old garden variety of curry at their new Ashram in Horsham. Only the kosher will do. It had been reported that a Jewish hamburger outlet in Horsham (The Jewish Front for Free Palestine, JFFP) had written on their fridge door No Curries Here, Argentina! Pooja said this was a total lie, we might do on a Friday night as a special, the odd halal curry but it will be only for our very special regular customers. What the ABC reported was a total beat up, not a word of it was true. Our curries are only made with genuine articles from the subcontinent.
One of the good things about Germaine Greer and I must add, there are very few, is that she lives and works in the UK and we only occasionally get to hear of her, which is a good thing all round. For if ever there was a full-on dumb arsed broad, you would need to look no further. How the world was hoodwinked by this charlatan of feminism and all things female, I cannot say, never has a greater piece of humbug ever been written than The Female Eunuch, a sophist’s delight; she rode to market on the fatted feminist pig while all the poor little Marylous are now condemned to a life of strap-ons, hairy armpits and arseholes and death in the arms of some vinegar faced lesbian. Yassmin Abdel-Magied could do us all a favour and piss off to pommy land and torment the poor bustards there.
So the Commonwealth Games was a fcuk-up, who cares. What a pack of galoots they were. Next week one of these precious little things will be having a nervous break down or coming-out after being a closet homo for twenty years. Carrot-top Beattie one of the biggest drongos to have ever crossed the star studded stage of the Qld Parliament was as usual drowned by his own verbal shit. So mummy didn’t see me in the final march past! And Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow! bow wow!
Can’t that woman Yassmin Abdel-Magied keep her mouth shout for once? She’s at it again, dribbling on the old chin like a bunch grannies; if she doesn’t watch out she’ll end up as Mrs Slobodan Metmouhd, the chief slobber of Sudan. Get a job back in the Upper Nile!