I left Straya in your hands.
I was only out of communication for 3 weeks.
You toppled the credibility of Malcolm our saviour.
The entire edifice of Liberal fascism has been eroded.
Corporate capitalism has been shattered.
Those wanting to torture asylum seekers on Manus and Nauru are rightly worried.
Where are the prospects of our company tax cuts now?
Whilst I sailed past mothballed iron ore mines on the WA coast you were derelict in your duties.
I had hoped you’d keep us on the straight and narrow.
Next they’ll be demanding we do something about climate change.
They’ll be criticising our incarceration of Aboriginal children.
They’ll be shouting about the need to end the Intervention in the Northern Territory.
They want to stop us invading countries in the Middle East without just cause.
They’ll be demanding we stop polluting the Great Barrier Reef.
You let Labor get them by the Shortencurlies.
What is the world coming to?
It seems to me like the end of civilisation as we know it.
You say that there is hope.
That we have Pauline the Dipswitch from Ipswich back from the grave.
Surely you are not going to suggest she’ll lead us to the promised land.
Written just after the 2016 election at which Turnbull government had its majority
in the House of Representatives reduced to one.
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