Frank wrote on Sep 8
th, 2023 at 6:31pm:
This referendum is tearing the country apart along racial ideological lines.
A country that has absorbed countless different cultures that came to be part of its BRITISH inheritance is finally torn apart by the inability of Aborigines to realise that the Stone Age was over long before 1788 and that they are indeed lucky to have been discovered, in their remote, unknown little cocoon, by the British.
Aboriginal separatism in Australia is doomed and it is dragging everyone down into its pit of eternal resentment.
Not only that - but this voice debacle will be the catalyst for a demand for massive changes back to reality - no more land grabs and other nonsense tying up vast swathes of land, no more uncontrolled handing out of bags of cash, no more 'empire building' in the public service mold - one body and one only running the show for them - all their land councils can be self-funded or not at all.
Money for nothing has done them no good.
Albo has done Australia a great favour... unwittingly is the term... fits him to a T...
I was on my way down to Parliament House when the word hit the streets.... BIG TONY'S VOICE WAS DEAD IN THE WATER!... I grabbed my hat back from a passing hat thief and high-tailed it back to my office... looking out the window I saw a tall patrician woman walk past.... my office is, after all, on the second floor.... she turned into my doorway and there was a knock on my door.... there always was some kind of knock there but only when the wind blew, but this was different.....
Cautiously I opened the door - my P.I. business didn't attract that many customers - and there she stood... a tall patrician woman....
I asked her in, offered her a seat.... then waited to hear what she wanted..... then waited some more, so I cut in ....
"Hi", I said, "I'm Sam Espadillo... maybe you've heard of me...."
"No.. no - I haven't - I'm Calpurnia", she whispered between sniffs into her hankie.... "I was Big Tony's wife... I told him not to go for that voice .. Tony I said - it's the Ides of March... not your lucky day... so just give the voice speech a miss today, OK? Would he listen? Nah...that blonde he's been seeing has him wrapped around her little finger, and she reckons she's Indigenous or something.... whiter than you or I!!"
"So what can I do for ya?"
"Find out who killed his government.... and him with it...."
"How do you know he's dead?"
"Well - fifty three stab wounds, half a dozen bullet holes, and a sword in his back and floating face down in the Parliamentary swimming hole kinda had me confused for a moment - you know what a joker he is ... but it dawned on me that he wasn't joking or playing around ........"
"Any suspects?"
She pulled out a telephone book....
"Here's a list." ... she said.... then she pulled out another slimmer book..."and here's a list of his party members....... they're the most likely ...."