The Grumpy Geezer

Morrison is prepared to surrender Australia's well-being to the interests of the voracious mining moguls and the disaster capitalists. It is his Brisbane Line.

Scotty from Marketing's covert desertion of an incinerating Australia in favour of a sun lounge and mai tais on a Waikiki beach during the bushfire crisis was an inevitable PR disaster.

Many will see the beginning of the end times for brother Skiddy as being marked by his clandestine abandonment of our burning country to flee to a beach chair on Waikiki.

Taxonomies are useful for understanding the relationships between species and their behaviours so I am somewhat surprised that there has been no scientific classification of the Tory family of organisms.

Could the clamour for an explanation of his cowardly desertion be a sign of the beginning of the end of times for Morrison PM?

The Loogy Awards have been initiated to recognise the political mucus and nose pickers of 2019.

As evidenced by the ever-present smirk, Morrison is a smug believer in his own god-approved infallibility. He gets testy when challenged.

It's hard to imagine, in these days of unfunded empathy, that the Liberal (sic) Party once had a social conscience.

Angus' Armageddon - Black Angus Taylor, well done

As we enter year 7 of the biggest fustercluck in our political history the ongoing, mind-numbing incompetence of this "government" may lead some to overlook the malignant mendacity and grift that is archetypical of our Tory kakocracy.

Dutton won't want to stand idle as we get closer to another election and his prospect of multiple terms in opposition. He'll be getting antsy and Morrison will be getting nervous.

In countless ways the world is getting ever shittier. And one of the reasons that is so is because of the weirdos like Scott Morrison.

Despite his smug self-belief FauxMo is lightweight; a vacuous phony, a fatuous, hollow vessel who seeks validation from prosperity gospelling hucksters.

Who could watch Morrison's shouty, spittled hectoring in Pariament and not be reminded of a revivalist preacher.