Under house arrest here in queensland
All we get to hear is the sort of biased drivel coming in from radio abc.
I have noted that Rudd has been dealt with quite effectively a while back.
No chance of him gaining a few votes for the embattled laborites in qld.
I have heard that the (almost) deceased lantern jaw, ex-premier of nsw has replaced him as foreign minister. (well, he could play the part of ‘Mr Slant’ in a Pratchett novel.)
Gee; it must be good to be able to say to some poor Aussie overseas, in dire straits – just die in prison, sucker!
Top class bloke, that.
Almost as good as old Gareth Evans, that previous prime specimen.
Meanwhile we sit her awaiting our fate.
The new regime will arise with Hitlerite-like shouts of T-oo-nny, Tooo-ny – ad nauseum – late on election night.
This time they’ll start much sooner earlier in the night.
And this time they’ll be right.
Then, over the next few days, weeks and months that abrasive voice with that grinding, emphatic cough will announce a world of misery for those least able to state their case in any sort of forum in this sad country.
And the thing that pisses me off so much is that this time he and his sort will extend that timeframe of unremitting misery past my chance ever to make any sort of difference.
My days are past – are essentially finished.
Their sort have not the slightest clue whatsoever about how to create or maintain a working society.
But then, neither do gillard’s traitors.
Good luck you youngsters.
By God, you will need all the luck you can muster.
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