The LNP’s Ministry Of Propaganda trading as Newscorpse and a globular, yellow Trump doppelganger from Queensland are apparently two of the tools that a loving, omnipotent deity used to deliver his “miracle” of a return of Scotty The Favoured Morrison to the big, green, Prime Ministerial swivel chair.
What is becoming quite apparent with Brother Scott is that his claims to the miraculous are not him simply taking gliberties© with the language; he is not speaking metaphorically. He goes beyond the simple narcissism and hyperbole of a vacuous politician; he fully believes that his all-powerful, invisible pal in the sky favours him above all others to be Prime Minister.
ScoBro signed up for the full package – creationism, Beelzebub, the second coming and an imminent Armageddon plus, for an additional fee, his upgrade to Prosperity Jesus, the post-hippy, entrepeneurial saviour who bestows earthly rewards upon his shareholders. Morrison thinks he’s there via divine endorsement.
Scotty perhaps should throttle back on his invocation of miraculous interventions in his political career until the scenario fully plays out. His god’s participation in the election was less than whole-hearted given the narrowness of the result, it’s very early days and the cracks are already showing.
Morrison’s version of godliness will, I predict, be a catalyst for the coming disastrous failures of these corrupt and incompetent S-bend residents who are experimenting with being a government.
Withdrawal of God’s favour
What withdrawal of God’s favour may entail is somewhat vague on my part but i’m pretty sure that, electoral oblivion aside, it’s quite a flexible parameter in the minds of the rampant god squaddies of Scotty’s weird cult. In many a Tory’s mind it’s not merely the electorate that has given them licence to continue to be utter pricks it’s the Big Man in the sky himself. If blatant deceit, lying and hypocrisy don’t transgress the fine print in God’s contract then they will be emboldened to go further. The seeds of their own destruction will be sown as it dawns upon the credulous and the ignorant who voted this cargo-cult across the line that they are not amongst the chosen few.
The papered-over cracks in this abysmal assembly are re-appearing, as gaping as ever.
Cranks and absurdities
The RWFWs, kept carefully out of earshot during the election to avoid reminding the punters of where that fetid stench comes from are once more to the fore. The Find The Fuckwit Competition is again in full swing.
Barnaby Bedswerver has re-raised his purple head. Climate denial, a second ice age, nuclear energy, gerrymandering the Senate to advantage the rubes … no opinion is too asinine or ill-informed, no rort is too blatant to emabarrass this bibulous gobshite into silence. He will continue to remind us all of the low entry requirements for National Party pre-selection while continuing to plot to topple the bobble-head who took his place.
With flubbeters aflopping and jowels aflapping Craig Kelly, aka Hugh Jarse2, a balloon sculpture gone wrong, bloviates constantly on SkyNews to embiggen his profile. Please, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Blubber, you nearly block out the sun as it is, metaphorially and literally.
That mortician’s practice dummy Erik Abetz once again channels his great uncle Otto by trotting out his credentials for Fascist Munt Of The Year. If Herr Abetz can’t scare voters, noboby can.
Michaelia Carcrash – the Nurse Ratched of the Liberal Party cuckoo’s nest, McFailure Crash is both a spoonerism and an example of nominative determinism rolled up into one nasty reminder that to progress in the Liberal Party a woman must be equally as reprehensible as the men while being just as incompetent. Kicking working Aussies in the goolies is her specialty – her championing of wage thieves, withdrawal of penalty rates, casualisation of the workforce and erosion of workers’ rights are underpinned by Brother Scott’s Us vs Them religious dogma.
Peter Potato Blight Dutton, the omnipresent anaphrodisiac with waxed-potato pallor the dead-eyed, po-faced, odious Spud-Dutton lurks. Brother Scott, with God on his side and new spill rules in place thinks he’s safe.
ScoBro, you and your lot believe in a literal Lucifer – so look over your shoulder. That personification of evil behind you is going to shank you just as he shanked Turnbull. He’s biding his time with his RWFW acolytes, those haters who haven’t forgiven you for not rallying support behind the feral friar from Warringah in his time of need.
God helps those who help themselves. A perfect alignment of Pentecostal and Tory dogma so that even those less committed to Jesus V2.0 can indulge in the doctrine of personal wealth and greed but now with the imprimatur of righteousness.
Watergate, Grassgate, Reefgate … the list of dodgy deals and corrupted processes is a long one and the LNP has become shameless in their abuse of accountability. Their behaviour will become so blatant that even the most complacent voters will start to notice the stench.
The furphy of religious freedom is self harm at a collective level – a re-run of Tony Abbott’s practice of punching himself in the head.
The attempts by the crazies in the tin-foil titfers to enshrine their bigotry in “religious freedom” legislation is a giant billboard advertising to a mostly secular electorate that the LNP has left the gate open on the turd farm.
It will be hugely amusing to watch the contortions of these “Christians” when it dawns on them that such protections for their intolerance applies equally to others … uh oh … and not just those Muzzies but the Islamists too.
A few long, hot and dry summers
With the Rapture pending there’s no point in slowing down earthly wealth accumulation by expending any effort or money in mitigating species extinctions, ecological disaster and climate change. So sayeth ScoBro. OK, he won’t come out and say it but you can bet our planet that he believes it.
When recurring, extreme weather events start hitting the apathetic in the hip pocket through rising food prices, damage to their property, insurance coverage; when other more responsible countries hold us to account through embargos, when climate refugees start arriving then the neglect and vandalism of these shysters will hit home.
A policy-free zone
Chaos will fill the void.
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For Morrison the metaphysical is not metaphorical – it’s indisputable fact. Inconsistencies and contradictions in Morrison’s for-profit Jesus Pty Ltd are edited out of the narrative while the preferred bits are spun or invented.
Planet Earth and all it contains were gifted to the righteous for their benefit, and it is the righteous and only the righteous who are entitled. All you non-happy clappers get off the bus. Pentacostal voodoo is exclusive and surely it must dawn on even the most stupefied dullards that ScoBro & Co are trickling down the entry steps all over our shoes.
With good sense and some good luck ScoMo’s only lasting legacy will be a small plaque at Engadine Maccers – “Shouty shat here“.
This article was originally published on The Grumpy Geezer.
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