Oh dear, the pompous, posing, preening, portentous, pretentious prat of an Akker Dakker is in a fierce feral funk:
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On the News Corp trail,
Head full of zombie
I met a strange Credlin lady,
She made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said: "Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and Tony Abbott plunders?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Buying columns from a man in Surry Hills
He was soft like dough and full of venom
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
Give this black-looking thing to Peta, he said,
She'll understand the language
And then he said: "I come from a Surry Hills gulag down under
Where beer does flow and men digitally chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear me thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Newtown
With a slack Xmas jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me?
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said: "Oh! Do you come from a land down under?
(Oh yeah yeah)
Where women ruin everything and Tony Abbott plunders?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Back to Akker Dakker:
Happily the pond has an abundance of left-over signs, still in storage and in good condition after their initial deployment.
The pond is happy to make the signs available to Akker Dakker, and anyone else at News Corp in urgent need of them:
It was lucky that at the time, the pond didn't see the signs, and in any case, if having seen them, certainly didn't endorse their contents, and would have urged their removal, if they had been seen.
Remember, proximity is no reason to doubt professional blindness. Never look around, never look back!
Back to Akker Dakker:
Oh dear. What does it mean?
Or perhaps there will be blood ...
Dammit. will these News Corp hounds stop titillating the pond with wondrous thoughts of a most entertaining year to come?
That victory dinner at Kirribilli must taste like ash in his mouth now...
ReplyDeleteColonel M Turnbull: Your mission is to proceed up the Murrumbidgee River in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up Colonel Abbott's path at Canberra, follow it, and learn what you can along the way. When you find the Colonel, infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the Colonel's command.
ReplyDeleteCaptain P Akerman: Terminate the Colonel?
General Morrison: He's out there operating without any decent restraint, totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct. And he is still in the field commanding troops.
Julie: Terminate with extreme prejudice.
Colonel M Turnbull: You understand, Captain, that this mission does not exist, nor will it ever exist.
DW
Apo Logies, on reflection the General should be Murdoch not Morrison.
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