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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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