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The Rudd has gone, scampering, blubbering,
hiding, bursting with bile, back to its Queensland scrubland nest.
The female of its species the Reinbird will nurture and protect it.
"I am proud..." the Rudd sang mendaciously seventy nine times on
leaving the Lodge, where it never belonged, but the female Reinbird
actually cultivated the vegetable garden and collected bright shiny
objects- apart from him.
A strange and fearsome bird, Gizzard the Red Dragon-Goose of Wales,
has now entered the compound and seen the Rudd off, with the help of
the hyenas, booming and honking "Meeeewvving Foooorwid!!!
Meeeewvving Fooroorwid!!!", scattering bait for the gullible along
her path.
But the jungle is the same.
The rest of us remain fearful, stressed, over-governed, colonised by
bludging bureaucrats who demand to supervise and moralise every
aspect of our lives. There is no health in us while this remains. We
are unrecognisable as the heroes of Gallipoli, Tobruk, Sandakan,
Korea, bushfires, floods and droughts.
The whole of Labour is discredited, from city council to Canberra.
From crèche to casket, from cycleway to motorway.
Anyone who thinks this evil Marxist mob have the interests of
working families or hardworking Australians at heart, are dreaming
or smoking weed.
I wonder how many hardworking Australians, otherwise known as
battlers, the Rudd or the Gizzard actually met and talked to at
length, during the last fifteen years? Not many, because this pair
and their colleagues were embedded in their own party labyrinths of
lotus and honey. They were spun and flattered and sung to, rather
than ever complained to or heard ordinary people's complaints in
their fullness. "Get him out of here", as the security goons were
told to dispose of Ian the tobacconist in Queanbeyan during the
first Gizzard walkabout, we don't want whingeing rightwing white
trash spoiling the perfect photo-opportunity with bubs and grannies.
But a walkabout can be a fateful thing-do you remember a pensioner
who got shouty with Hawke and got the rebuke "silly old bugger"?
It was the turning moment for Hawke, when people suddenly were
starting to be fed up with him. The pensioner was right, if untidy.
And the tobacconist at Queanbeyan was right to be heard , and should
not have been silenced. None of us should be silenced now, on boat
people, on wasteful Government spending, on defence of our shores,
on poor public transport and traffic jams, on trade union control of
the economy, on all the things that are ruining Australia before our
very eyes.
If you are not fed up with Labour yet, still mawkish with sentiment
for Gizzard as the unlikely Mother of the Nation (she is not, by her
own cold choice, mother or wife or subject of anything else - even
subject of God), you haven't heard about botched roof insulation in
thousands of homes across the country, the threats to import Chinese
beef and now the real prospect of Chinese apples, with human and pig
shit to fertilise them, cadmium and other heavy metals likely
present in them, biological pests yet discovered to be in them,
about to be flooded into Australia to destroy Australian farm
apples, some of the best fruit in the world, OUR apples, our
hardworking families who grow them and get nine-tenths of bugger all
from the duopoly of supermarkets who sell them in those walkabout
shopping centres. Or have you not seen Gizzard's own project of the
Rudd Years, heavily propagandised ("Nation Building"-does it not
sound like "Victory Mansions" in Orwell's 1984?) buildings in
schools that cost up to three times what they should, a project that
benefits the few and screws the taxpayer and gets reviewed only by
loyal Labour apparatchiks?
How many Australian made goods are you still able to buy in a retail
sector flooded with poorly made crap from Communist China? Only a
mining tax can pay for all the mess made by Labour, at the
devastating cost to the mining sector when all else is already
devastated. The Big Three miners have done a deal and the rest are
sold down the river. The Tax as revised will now collect a fraction
of the money owed to overseas. More "infringement" fines, more taxes
and more Government charges will quietly squeeze in the rest.. Wimpy
Wayne the Treasurer hopes.
The Howard years seem an entire planet away from present day
Australia. A warmer planet more supportive of cohesive national
life. Free from vermin and unknowns on rafts drifting into Christmas
Island who deprive honest queue keepers of their place to have their
PR applications processed fairly and quickly. Who now seem to come
to the Australian mainland via hotels, and then we hear no more.
Airbrushed, feminised armed forces and police seem unable to defend
the Realm under this Government's vexatious directions.
Your control over your own life, the supposed chief benefit of
living in Western first world nations, ranging from the choosing and
affording of political-free schooling for your children to the
seeing of the GP of your choice without the meddling of a
superclinic nurse-practitioner, is reduced daily -by your very own
consent- if you vote Labour. This election is the closest to
Armageddon in Australian political life-there is no shred of decency
or hope on offer from this current Government. Small business is our
biggest and most vulnerable asset beside the Crown. You need to
consign the present Federal Government, usurpers and misrepresenters
beyond belief, Soviet social engineers and parasites upon the
Constitution and the nation, to the global warming incinerator as
soon as you can.
Like most of you, I am cold, impoverished, fed up and ready for
restoration. He's not perfect, but give me Abbott the Lion Cub with
the ears and attitude. He may yet grow the Mane of Ming.
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