Go Dorothea!

 Now that the Ozzie may daze democracy sausage dust has coagulated, and passed out punters exit polls, we wake hear to a different deck of political joke hers and lowly pairs. 

The whole she bang of 52 parlour cards have well and truly been chucked up, the fresh press juices of Indi lovin’ minions squeaking and spruiking “why spud? Why?” Have ceased and desisted, new jockeys have mounted Polly Pony Parties in almost every big house tack room near capital hill, fresh horse shit has already been cud chewed and spewed, Laggard legacy Medea (yes Euripides tragedy style) lost in old boiler FOX houses and SKY high on speed dial have realised what murder on the the dance floor REALLY means as they panic at the disco, and the sun even came up tomorrow, tomorrow, as Abandoned Annie from Oliver’s twist warbled. 

The post ball out box mess age is simply perfunctory. 

Hold the All Loose Pollies fractious early child care factions to account over in two step left/right 2IC Dick Marles ass as sin land, as more than their roaring man date gets puckered and ahead of a balance of powder senatorial green wash. To at least recognise (finally) a Yzome spurts ahead in liberal lala land to anoint The NEW CAPTAINS PICK “SS Tight Tonic” el capitano of newish ley lines, two lie?, as a table nap kin (or coaster place holder) whilst the Tailor maid wiltshires are sharpened as a crusty clown old Skool coalition trips the lite fantastic on net zero, all moist, and as awkwardly as AUKUS. 

This IS The heart & sole of demo crass, see? 

God, I swear on my biblical pro portions, I absolutely LOVE our inn heritted west mincer two party preferred type of sausage vote even more now, one month after paper bin laden day. 

And why is that? 

Just Look At All This Sir Cuss theatrics ffs. 

It keeps earnest ink dribblers off the methadone pogroms, it lets punters Polly ticks create reels and stories and Tik Tok 3 second policy briefs, it allows naval gazing boomer composts to shoot blanks from the grace full side eyes, it gives earnest picnicked Poe cocks and assorted ex ra ra canned Berra rugger buoys and willing Han ahhh cheeky media Fergusons to pre select as Indi Indi Indi 2028 returnees (TFFT) and basically, VERY basically at that, it allows our big day out at Bunnings to remain very special to the core of Who We Are. 

Kind, caring, crazy compassionates who connect and consider each other as human beings, firstly. 

Vote early vote often 

Keep The Bustards Honest, 

(like Donald said, Chipp, not trump) 

Vote Won! All The Best 

Orst Stray Lea! 

Ewe no your (sic) standing in it… 

God I love a sunburnt cunt tree. 

A plaice of roaring pains 

Thanks Dorothea 

Dixer… 

That is. 

So now back to the poetic political 2pp future 

1908 style 

“ i love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!” 

Dorothea (and many others) knows her shift. 

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