Grumpy Geezer

Panicked into action, FauxMo and Co. have seen their beloved lifters-and-leaners feudalistic #Mefirst ideology founder, as useful as a concrete lifejacket.

Astute retail politician or sex pest? Urbane entrepeneur or grifter? Brylcreemed Jimmy Olsen or Howdy Doody?

The L/NP coagulation's existence is, and always has been, to function as the primary mechanism for their corporate chums to shovel public money into their private hands.

It has become apparent via the post-election rorting scandals that Brother Scott Morrison did not leave his electoral fortunes entirely in the hands of the Infinite Spirit.

No amount of re-imaging, spin, deflection, dissembling, humbug and lying can cover up for this nightsoilsman and his noisome product.

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