With apologies to Lewis Carrol but he is dead so bugger him!

The hunting of the Abbott
(Subtitled—WTF has he been since pretending to be a firie?)

“Just the place for a Brandis!” the Bellman cried,
 As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
 By a finger entwined in his hair.


The crew was complete: it included some suits —
 To fill out their entitlement claim —
A Barrister, brought to argue they weren’t cheating —
 And a Broker, to value their claims.
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
 Had the whole of their cash in his care.

There was one who was famed for the number of things
 He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
 And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
And, boy, did he claim up a storm!

“His form is ungainly — his intellect small —”
 (So the Bellman would often remark)
“But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
 Is the thing that one needs with a Snark.”
(as long as the cameras roll and
real danger be far far away

He had bought a large chart ofg the economy,
 Without the least vestige of lines:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
 A chart they could all understand.



But the ’lecshun was past — they had landed at last,
 With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
 Which consisted of chasms and crags.
poor dears thought it was all plain saling
But their brows they had to extensively furro
they were in government now
But none knew how
that worked

But where is the Abbott, the crew cried aghast
They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
 Not a button, or feather, or mark,
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
 Where the LOTO had met with the Snark.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
 In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away —
 For the Abbott was a buggerwit, you see.

As always—the retards avoid answering the real question posed.

He is the PM. Wasn’t there when JoHo and the Belgian Fool announced the almost doubling of the borrowing limit. Then there is the little matter of some fires. . .

smacking idiot is hiding because he has no idea what to say or do!

St George of the Garden wrote on Oct 22^nd, 2013 at 8:32pm:


you know where he's been..

he's been fighting fires while you sit here pissing and moaning day in and day out...

try to achieve something with your own life like tony.. go on..

BTW, if any retard thinks I sat down and write the whole of the OP—get a brain! Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll— http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/c/carroll/lewis/snark/

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

Half the photos used to show the simian “fighting fires” were taken in January!