Cake for the Rhodent
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats,
on John Howard fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease
Repetitive, and a tad juvenile, I know - but such wonderful invective - and so much more powerful than this:
the rhodent is a cantankerous, mealy-mouth little turd whose egotistical neediness is sucking the marrow of our youth into slavery to support a generation trapped in a 50's version of the "lucky country", while consciously eroding all form of human rights and environmental safeguards to ensure the enslaved die before reaching lucky country status - or want to die because there's nothing left of the lucky country. It really is just a matter of time before we hear him yell - "Well then let them eat cake!!"
And no doubt push a few more overboard while he's at it. Conniving little scroat.
He's such an asshole.
Definitely not Shakespeare!
posted by mei ultra vires @ 11:13 pm
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3 Comments:
I think it's "scrote" as in "um".
From a letter to the editor of today's Canberra Times (yes, it's a town full of bloody socialists...):
"Howard is always talking about Australian mateship. But yet again he has shown the world that he doesn't know what mateship is, let alone what it's for.
Regardless of Peter Costello's failings, nobody could behave to a mate the way Howard has behaved to him.
And nobody can say now that Howard has any substance to him. He is only a collection of slogans and political posters wrapped around a bit of emptiness.
In a rare moment of honesty he once mocked the idea that a prime minister should have some sort of vision.
Since then he has been consistent in his determination to shrink Australia to fit his own shrivelled and constipated soul.
It has never occurred to him that his constant betrayal of the things he talks about so much might start to make people sick to their guts."
I love it, especially the shrinking bit. He's such a small man. Lots of good 'uns in that other bastion of commie-worshippers, the SMH.
Very eloquent - and in a vain so close to the rhodent's own heart.
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