The pond has had enough lunchtime entertainment from that finely tuned machine the Donald ... as it lost track of the litany of disasters about a week ago ...
What it now needs is for gorgeous George to go rogue ...
Come on George, time to do it or get off the pot. The pond wouldn't want you to be labelled, Tamworth-style, a gutless wonder. Cory showed he could do the lemming! Now how about you?
Everybody's waiting with baited (and possibly bated) breath ...
There's nothing like snail killer on the tongue to produce excited frothing and foaming.
The reptiles are agog ... already this short version early this morning in the Oz...
... has been re-written, transmuted and transformed into a slightly longer version, and put up again ... because everybody's tapping their fingers and clicking their heels and waiting George. Waiting!
There will be blood ... let there be blood ...
See George, the whole world is watching ...
Now are you going to get off the pot and fling that bowling pin?
Well that's excellent.
A March 1st drop dead date, or you drop dead. It must be true, the pond read it twice in the lizard Oz.
Hard to walk back from there George, unless you're a wormy weasel, or a gutless wonder, or things get sorted as you specified ...
Meanwhile, others were agog ... and the poodle was flapping about like a headless chook ...
The story was in the Terror too ... so much smoke, there must be fire ...
Look George they love you and they gave you a most excellent graphic ...
And they show you in fine company too ...
March the 1st again, and well before the Ides of March!
Incensed about same-sex marriage George? Shouldn't you do a Larry Pickering and join Daesh? Go on, you know you share a lot of attitudes and policies with them ...
And it truly is shameful and shocking that such a healing, 'bringing people together' person as yourself, a calming and soothing and sugary sweet oil on water concoction didn't get the nod for a cabinet position.
Thank the long absent lord you're not the average politician that confuses personal pique with matters of national interest. Thank the Roman gods you're disinterested and above the storm ...
Meanwhile, Sharri went off on a tangent to give Nick X a hard time before returning to your cause George ...
What do you reckon George? March 1st and you take the rascal down? Ransom him off? After all, that's another favourite Daesh tactic ...
Now the pond is aware that in the past you've done forelock-tugging, and mealy-mouthed obsequious creepy-crawly north Queensland toady tweets ...
Good old choice. Do you want cinnamon with that or a double dose of cinnamon?
Well you have a choice too George. Go rogue or go gutless wonder ... oh the sweetest of choices ...
Still not certain George? Still worried about the choice?
Thought about organising a poll of your electorate George to get definitive advice?
It always works out really well ...
Quotes from Malcolm Roberts's Tweets are reassuring evidence that sanity and mellowness have not come to One Nation. Arthur can be forgiven that failing on the grounds of his famous memory lapses.
ReplyDeleteYour faith in George is about the same as mine. He loves to play with the idea of acting independently, but he has long shown in the past that he'll chicken out when push comes to a shove, as he showed after his demand for a banking Royal Commission. He find some excuse, especially if Barnyard has a word with him.
George has guts, all right - he's a whole tub of 'em. Courage is another matter, though.
ReplyDeleteI agree that he'll huff and puff but do nothing. In any case, what sort of a pissant "independent" would he be if he was still attending National Party meetings?
I expect that he'll eventually be bought off with a very junior Assistant Ministry. Pushing his snout further into the trough will keep him quiet, at least for a while.
With getting the girls out in the other thread, and recent positions that little better than 'Magic Pudding' economics, the mind of one of un certaine age turns to Norman Lindsay; a link only reinforced by pictures of that bug fat toad. Lindsay described Christensen to a T:
ReplyDelete'Ho, the cook of the Saucy Sausage,
Was a feller called Curry and Rice,
A son of a gun as fat as a tun
With a face as round as a hot-cross bun,
Or a barrel, to be precise....
Curry and Rice had better be careful if Mal and Barn discover his deceitful nature. In the subsequent rout, with them bein' thin, an' him bein' stout, in the middle of pushin' an' shovin' about, He — MIGHT JUST FALL OFF THE ICE.'
Ah FrankD, you know how to win the pond. Maybe next week a reading from Redheap ...
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