The Grumpy Geezer

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.

Young fogies, hoorah henries, Gordon Gekko wannabes, rugger buggers, offspring of the squatocracy and vapid socialites in Burberry cardigans

Michael MCormack - the bobbleheaded dickhead.

Afternoon Delight or its lyrics have been featured in many works from Boogie Nights, through to South Park.

Peter Spud-Dutton,  jackbooter, tremblable fogo ... our worst nightmare - and our best hope?

Stupidity is less foregiveable when it's applied to the responsibility we all carry of nominating competent, rational and balanced adminstrators.

The RWFWs, kept carefully out of earshot during the election to avoid reminding the punters of where that fetid stench comes from are once more to the fore.

You cannot negotiate with RWFWs Albo. Negotiation is capitulation, appeasement is surrender.

The Tory's broad church embraces a diverse range of sects within its hairy-palmed parliamentary congregations with grifters, lurk merchants, drunkards, hayseeds, suck-holes and seat sniffers making up their number

Despot + climate emergency = get the ammo ready.

There's plenty of international competition to top the medal count for outstanding achievement in cuntedness so how does our own contingent of awfulness stack up?