In ancient and even not-so-ancient times people used to compare their political leaders to lions, or other large and magnificent beasts.
More like a fat and motheaten moggie, one of ours plays that cruel and well known game: Catching the mouse… letting him go… then pouncing again.
The object of this political theatre of cruelty has a three-week-old daughter who he hasn’t yet seen. His family is beyond angry.
Dickheads.
You might have noticed that in the previous post I was putting shit on Her Majesty’s government. This will soon be classed as sedition, and I will be preemptively put in the slammer. (I’m trying to imagine what Australia will look like once there are more people in jail than on the outside.)
You might have also noticed the very fine graphic. Here it is again:
The .gif is from Nick Possum of Werrong Lane, private eye and seditionist extraordinaire, who invites you and any other bloggers to nick it from this website and put it on your blog. Once the new “anti-terror” laws go through, as they will, he’ll put out a new one with “proposed” removed.
Here’s a smaller version, suitable for sidebars.
Put it on your seditious blogs now.
Update 29/11: Originals replaced with (even) sharper versions.
She's a blogger, she's a grinner, she's a mother, she's a sinner. She plays her music in the sun.
