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.
Mate, I thought Mamamia was bad enough, now I find another gang of whoofters are in town, Techly, who’ve cracked a mental because Malcolm Turnbull did a selfie with Cher. Homophobia mate, Malcolm’s got the dog’s disease, he’s gone rabid, hydrophobia as well, bad too. By the way how many phobias can you have at the one time? What about BLT phobia, sounds a baddie hey? Bejesus where are we going? Ring up Techly and ask for Alice Dodd, she’ll know.
Mr Turnbull has announced on information provided to him by the police and the security services that home-grown Australian terrorists had hatched a plan to smuggle a meat mincer aboard a domestic flight with intent to kill the passengers and crew by poison and crashing the plane. A graduate from a sheltered workshop for the criminally insane would hardly seek to take on board a metal meat mincer as a device to dispense lethal gas. But when you set up a high powered department for homeland security, you create a demand. This is the response. These dickhead arrestees will walk.
Christopher Pyne, the dropkick, I always thought he was suss. There are more important things than gay marriage. Moreover, the vote was a good idea but there ya go.
People want action from Turnbull bring on the gay plebicite, abolish section 18C of Racial Discrimination Act, increase interest rates on bank savings, reduce welfare, kick more deadbeats out of the country, action we need.
Crackdown on welfare, paid paternity leave is a cop out any way. You want a kid you pay for it. Why should the tax payer subsidise a bunch of people to have kids?
Again we have the tail wagging the dog. There is but a small number of people who might be called homosexual. However, there a grab bag of dupes, dopes, deadbeats, and make-believe gay hangers-on who revel in the loose morals of the gay scene. Labor entertains these libertine anarchists because it is bereft of a coherent social policy itself other than the destruction of the Australian fabric of society as we know it. Ask yourself why does Labor supports every wog, wop, refo, log, dog, dolt and jerk with unlimited welfare funded by the main stream tax payers of Australia?
Malcolm Turnbull is paralysed; get up and do something. Run the plebiscite so the majority can get rid of these same sex jerks. Repeal s18C of the Racial Discrimination Act. Cut welfare back.
Paul Dillon Commentator and Author 