Last night, Scott Morrison changed the rules to avoid another Libspill, and thusly, save himself. As an LNP voter, it’s time we register the magnitude of this albatross we’ve enabled.
As far as the nation is concerned, Scott Morrison is incompetent. But, like Donald Trump before him, the sheer magnitude of awfulness makes him impervious to meaningful criticism.
This morning, we shook our fist at the possibility of Malcolm Turnbull ripping us off. Every time we see his face, it should serve as a warning – we’re being distracted.
On Monday, Bill Shorten was roasted after not promising to end offshore detention. He’s the saviour by default – and I’m not sure the halo is realistic.
Well, Malcolm passed the dark mark set by Tony, and nothing happened. The real problem in the run-up to the election actually sits on the other side of the fence.
Yesterday, Lyle Shelton became the Robin to Bernardi’s conservative Batman. While the left lost their minds, they should start accepting an obvious truth.
While the marriage equality question has come to a close, the insanity certainly has not. Can we not just accept the results? Agreeing with Bob Katter is pushing me to crisis.
Billowing ballot boxes! We flashed the signal, and the Masked Liberal answered. He’s not the hero we want. Or need. But he’s here.
“Look boss, the plane,” we shriek, hailing the end of One Nation. But while Pauline might go down with the Cessna, the sentiment that powered her to the Senate will remain.
Yesterday, the news circled around two pieces of little consequence, while the actual news went unheralded. We avoided the recession, and that should be the issue. To the Libmobile!
Not the hero we want, but perhaps the one we need. Maybe. The Masked Lib returns to point out that the Coalition favouring One Nation is the right move for balance, and avoiding our own Trump.
The “worst deal in the world” represents a unique opportunity for Malcolm Turnbull to save his Prime Ministership, and the financial future of our nation.
The return of the Right has been derided, and aided, by a vicious Left. But when I consider the conditions that fuelled our ascension, even I’m uninspired to celebrate.
The exit of Sam Dastyari and the subsequent sorrow from the left has goosed the Masked Lib to ride into town once more – via a kebab shop, of course.
With the election to close to call, and social media trumpeting the value of the donkey vote, there’s only one group to blame for this mess.
We decide on Saturday, but the voices that grumble “they’re both the same” should know that apathy is a dangerous way to elect a leader.
The rise of apathy towards both political parties brings great danger to our system, as we could easily see our own home-grown Trump.
With Pauline Hanson’s return, a lot of people are scratching heads. Why? Well, many things, but it was those who oppose her who made it happen.
The remains of a proud and notorious piece of Sydney are being exhumed for a manner of projects, but they are merely a metaphor for the wrong path the city walks down.
After the election was called yesterday, the Masked Liberal dropped over to our office. In the rain. Clutching a note. It was weird.
Stop rubbing your hands together with glee, Laborites! For your recent victories over Manus & Negative gearing mean nothing.
We’ve flashed the masked liberal sign over Mt Hotham, and he has answered our calls of political dissolution. To the ad-lib mobile!