Here at D&N we do like to keep you all fully informed with the very latest news from around the world - did we mention that Japan had surrendered? - and today we have a brief report from our Australian correspondent, Andra, on the roiling within their Labor [sic]party - I am told that is how they spell it 'down under there'. We must all be very grateful to Andra because, of course, now that Australians have given up speaking English (letter 'a' is pronounced as an 'e') everything thay say on TV or radio is totally incomprehensible. Anyway, here's Andra's latest report:
Anyway, tomorrow will tell. I don't understand why Rudd has done this. He is a very smart man and would appear to be about to be totally destroyed - Gillard will win. Rudd may have more votes than people are letting on today but the equation seems to roughly 60 for the dreadful sheila (she's Welsh, by the way .... ask them if they'd take her back if we took up a collection to help with their budget) and around 30 for Krudd. Rudd's wife is a multi-millionaire and Rudd has been busy working day and night for years to secure a place in the United Nations. It would appear he now has something concrete to look forward to and is, therefore, destroying his erstwhile party before he gives them the finger and jets out to run the world from New York.
Good riddance and a pox on both their houses!
Tony Abbott is now pretty assured of winning the next election for the Liberals [I believe that's what conservatives call themselves 'down under there'] - unless he wears his bloody red budgie smugglers one more time, that is. Nobody likes him either. The only person capable of actually winning and running the country is Malcolm Turnbull and he is just sitting back and grinning in a Cheshire cat manner.
And, no, since you ask, I haven't a clue what "bloody red Budgie smugglers" are, either! But thanks anyway to Andra for her succinct summary of the Australian political scene. It did, perhaps, lack that detached objectivity for which this distinguished but utterly neutral blog is famed, but hey, 'she's Aussie, ain't she?'!
Me neither.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=budgie%20smugglers
Posted by: Whyaxye | Sunday, 26 February 2012 at 11:20
Poetry, sheer, poetry!
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 26 February 2012 at 11:44
When we last lived in Australia I wrote a rather fine rude poem about Paul Keating, but my aussie chums turned out to be rather offended that a bloody foreigner should be guilty of such lese majesty. They can be very thin-skinned, your aussies.
Posted by: dearieme | Sunday, 26 February 2012 at 19:08
Oh dear! I fear incoming Andra any minute - take cover!
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 26 February 2012 at 20:30
Nonsense Duff.
DM is totally correct in penning as many derisory poems about Paul Keating as he can muster.
Mr Keating (and I use the term loosely) was another prime minister of the Labor (no "U" necessary) persuasion and judged by "we the people" as possibly the most arrogant Australian politician ever.
Gough Whitlam (yet another Labor prime minister) came close but he was chucked out one fine November morning by a drunken governor general.
Ah politics, where people with aspirations to achieve mediocrity can succeed beyond their wildest dreams.
Posted by: Andra | Sunday, 26 February 2012 at 23:13
Is it safe to come out now?
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 27 February 2012 at 09:11