I’m a strong leader

For any that have wondered what has happened in the intervening months since my last post, it has been a long and difficult road, of sickness and specialist/hospital visits, to the point where the surgeon recommended that I be listed for a lung transplant.

The listing was to take place last Thursday, the 17/8/17, followed shortly thereafter by the actual transplant.   But unfortunately my GP didn’t read the letter from the transplant coordinator, and as a consequence I am only now catching up on the Hep B injections that I need coverage for prior to being listed, so it has been put off for another couple of months… Grrrrr.

And to add insult to injury, I now have one of the myriad of viral infections going around ATM, and once more with feeling… Grrrrr.

So I’m now even more sedentary than usual, barely able to get out of my own way, and thought I might try writing again???

But I digress   😉

For my first post in months, I was inspired by the incredible stupidity that is this TCT, and the fact that Turdball himself felt it necessary to declare that he was a “Strong Leader”   WTF???

As many have pointed out since, if you need to declare it, then you really have a problem!

And he does on many levels!

I’m a strong leader

I’m a strong leader, the Turdball declared
Addressing the presser, so proud
I can walk and chew gum
And I’ll kick Shorten’s bum
Cos I’m favourite of the whole crowd

I’m a man for all seasons, and I have valid reasons
To call out the lies of the left
Cos my integrity’s in tact
Though I’m not swayed by fact
And of honesty… I’m totally bereft… Oops

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Though my polls are all tanking I’ll give Shorten a spanking
Cos a winner will always prevail
And the people all love me
There is no-one above me
There is no way a Turdball can fail

With me at the wheel, we’ll bring Labor to heel
And the voters will know we’re the best
Cos our policies show
And the corporates know
That we’re light years ahead of the rest

😛

They say Scotty’s a clown, with his old “trickle down”
But the corporates love him to bits
And the fiscal injection
Gives him an erection
Though it gives all the workers the shits

Which is reason enough, to sell them this guff
And the workers should just suck it up
Cos we’ll pay all our donors
Which will give them all boners
While we’re selling the masses a pup

😉

And my time in the sun shows I’m second to none
As PM I’m the best of the bunch
But the plebs need to learn
That their rights I will burn
Cos there’s no such thing as a free lunch

Unless you’re the top, you’re the best of the crop
Then the truth is that you’re born to rule
While it must be quite rotten
Being born at the bottom
Nothing more than a corporates tool

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And while Porter and Tudge are refusing to budge
On our drug testing scheme we think’s super
There’s a Kiwi named Joyce
Who thinks alcohol’s Noice
And who lives in a grog induced stupor

And he sits among them, as my deputy PM
While his citizenship problems still linger
And on me his squirrel grip
Means on citizenship
I will give the constitution the finger

😛

And if that’s not strong leadership, I don’t know what is
Cos I’ve told the High Court what to do
With the consequence clear
If the judges won’t hear
That we’ll all end up deep in the poo

But with Jules on the case, with her Medusa face
It’s much better than pointing the bone
At the treasonous Labor
And our New Zealand neighbour
She’ll just turn our detractors to stone

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And though our numbers are tight we’ll still fight the good fight
With support from defacto right wingers
Like the Hansonite mob
And Nick Xenophon’s gob
A sad mob of dysfunctional swingers

And climate change skeptics, who’s thinking is sceptic
And an empirical evidence denier
Whose collective IQ
Would be small for a shoe
Being led by a fish and chip fryer

And it’s a strong leaders hallmark, that we’re still in the ballpark
Even though Labor left such a mess
But they won’t take the blame
And they won’t play our game
And I want them to simply confess

That they wasted our money, and it’s really not funny
That they blame us for blowing the budget
When the truth is quite clear
Straight from Moronscum’s rear
That he worked really hard just to fudge it

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So I find it appalling, and really quite galling
That I’m given such little respect
I’m the Prince of Point Piper
And a veritable viper
And the strongest of leaders elect

I have millions of dollars, wear Armani collars
As an orator, I’m number one
In the room, I’m the smartest
I’m a great bullshit artist
And I think making money is fun

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But the people say NO to the Mal Turdball show
Saying you’re not as smart as you think
You’re and ex lawyer, Banker
And a waffling wanker
And your ideas and policies stink

Your vision is sparse, not a strong leaders arse
And your judgement is certainly lacking
And you’re smartest it’s true
When alone in the loo
And the truth is you really need sacking.

😛

You speak about fairness, but you really don’t care less
For those that are beneath your high station
Cos it’s power you need
Born of personal greed
Ambition and sly machination

You’re a cheat and a liar, and a principle denier
And you’ve sold out your soul to the right
And all you held true
Has been flushed down the loo
Now you’re hollow in everyone’s sight

😯

And your pedestal stand, and belief that you’re grand
Are really quite sad to behold
You have little to offer,
Except the cash in your coffer
From accounts in the Caymans I’m told

And the lesson you need, is to walk from your greed
Cos it’s not that that brings you high station
And there’s something quite humbling
To gain from your bumbling…
That… Self praise is NO recommendation
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