Ok, I suddenly realised that my title sounded a bit sexist. Perhaps I should clarify that I want a male stripper. Although I guess that’s definitely sexist…
Anyway, while trying to explain the whole Lionel Murphy thing to someone, I started talking about the nature of politics and how when you do something as incompetent as appoint someone to a highly paid position where they’re meant to enforce the law, it’s really important to check that they haven’t actually broken the law themselves. Particularly not in their official capacity… (Note to anyone out there who wants to pick this up and sue, don’t forget that I haven’t mentioned anyone by name so you’d be pretty silly to recognise yourself by that, and, more importantly, I have no Cash to settle and my assets aren’t enough cover your legal costs even if you won!) And then I talked about Lionel Murphy and how I suspect that the only reason that this is news is the futile hope that it’ll make people talk about something about from mistakes the living have made and not the unsubstantiated claims about someone long dead.
Anyway, I had this wonderful idea of getting a Malcolm Turnbull mask and placing it on the stripper, while the clothes had various things written on them. You know, things like “I want a Republic”. A bit of a tease, then he rips it off and flings it aside.
Then one by one, he tosses his clothes off with various principles written on them till we get to his G-string.
And there we see: “Climate Change Action” written on the front.
Someone calls out: “Your arse is showing, Malcolm!”
The stripper replies: “Not to you, I’m pointing it toward my back bench!”
A bit of a dance.
He whips off his G-string and we see two lumps of coal.
Tony Abbott runs out and grabs the lumps of coal.
He fondles them and says, “My precious, my precious!”
Mm, yeah, you’re right. There’s no way that I’d get a stripper to do that. Perhaps, I need to send Malcolm an email and ask him if he’ll do it himself in return for my promise to support him. That’s a much more likely prospect!