.. but we're an anarcho-syndicalist radical collective - we don't know no king... who made you king anyway?  Daft water ceremonies with some bint lying in a pond don't make a king...

Lifetime Plenipotentiary President Grappler I sounds about right...

Vote For Me Once!  Vote For Me Forever!

I promise two chickens in every pot, two chicks in every bed, the return of the stolen billions in the future fund, the dismantling of the privileged overclass and their reduction to selling their ideas on street corners in return for donations, a place at the table for all,  a rational new approach to immigration and future planning for infrastructure that will actually do something, a new approach to the Indigenous problems, and that under no circumstances will I play favourites or take off to a country without extradition treaty with the national treasury.....

We need a strong hand at the helm.... not some lackey of either the lunatic feminists or the equally lunatic capitalists.... a man strong enough to stand for what he believes and believe what he stands for.... a man of experience... of rare talent.... and one who can reply 'Bullshit!" to the latest ratbag idea that someone thinks should take over the country..... I will hold those in government office accountable, they and their lackeys in the public service....Federal ICAC will have the funds it needs to watch over all activities.... and to take action when needed ... land claims will be settled once and for all and will not remain a bleeding, weeping sore on the arse of this nation trying to find its feet and go about its business.. take it or leave it, Jacky-Jacky - your time has gone and it's now the 21st Century.... get with the program or buggar off to that Queensland Gulag up there to learn the local ways... see how you go then...

Heeeey - wonder it they'll make a tourist route out of those spots where they ambushed Chinese gold diggers and ate them.... piles of bones, you know.... part of the frontier wars ...    

Captain Nemo wrote on Sep 12^th, 2022 at 10:59am:



I think we need to get rid of those 'state governors and the governor-general' things - we are no longer a subject race prone to the whim of some ruling despot... and these have descended into nothing more than jobs for the mates and for political statements such as 'give the job to another sheila' .. nothing but empty bullshit these days and of no real value other than giving another mate a deep suck on the public purse for life.

Every Australian's home is his castle.... it should not be perverted into his arsehole to suit the next round of woke and social science Newspeak idiocy doing the rounds ...

Get your hands off the home and family and livelihoods of all Australians....

BOTR ...

Grappler Truth Teller Feller wrote on Sep 12^th, 2022 at 10:51am:


https://sluggerotoole.com/2018/04/18/strange-women-lying-in-ponds-distributing-s...

    King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.

    Dennis: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

    Arthur: Be quiet!

    Dennis: You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

    Arthur: Shut up!

    Dennis: I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!

Captain Nemo wrote on Sep 12^th, 2022 at 10:59am:

Kingdoms in those days were small like Luxembourg and Monaco today.
If the Lady of Lake granted a sword to Arthur then he had full legal title, backed by the Vatican and British steel. His castle was at Caddisbyrig (Cadbury today) and his realm extended far north.  He rests awaiting the day he is called forth to make Camelot great again. John F Kennedy was a loyal subject.

JFK was a stalwart from the Emerald Isles, a sea dog and the mighty warrior and faithful knight who flung Kruschev and his nukes in the cauldron of fire. Yet today as of yore, do minstrels tell of his deeds and erections of honour in the western wilderness of Arthur's green pastures.