Social Commentator

Turnbull was left right out!

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.

 

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Dear Mr Turnbull,

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!

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Catherine McGregor caught silly leg on!

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.

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Cher & Malcolm, who’d have thought!

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.

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Meat Mincer brings down plane!

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.

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