Deary me. What with our majestical PM overseas doing his every bit for the land of Oz and business as usual this side of John Laws latest opinion (copyrighted) on whatever you care to mention, we who have survived thus far can sit awhile, take our shoes off, have a cuppa and recoup.
Phew! What's the world coming to, I ask you, now that he's gone? Do you note a certain drift, or is it just my imagination? Are we getting screwed or what?
Don't get me wrong. I don't want to meet the emperor of Japan or Bill Clinton — I'm not jealous so much as resentful.
Yeah, I'm real cheesed off. To me, this trip overseas by John Howard has all the hallmarks of a victory lap around the planet. Off he goes on his jaunt, arms skyward, basking in a well-deserved win.
We've been snookered by our PM. For that we must give him his due. All praise unto John-boy for pulling off the GST. All praise!
And they said it could never be done ...
But hey! What you think just happened? Tis a miracle, an extraordinary act!
It's all very well to blame the Democrats and a few independent senators, but Johnny Howard's singular achievement is ... is ... a bobby dazzler. I dips me lid to you JH. Credit where credit is due.
You take the Labor Party ... took them years to sucker the rest of us. There was this long period of playing footsies, promising this, then that. But with JH, you get none of that bullshit. With our own John Winston PM, what you see is what you get. No foolin'. No muckin' about.
Lay a tax on me Johnny. Got no choice.
By Dave Riley