It seems that all of Scotty’s chickens are coming home to roost. And the latest bird upsetting the PM’s henhouse happens to wear a big, ugly hat.
As if our Prime Minister doesn’t have problems of his own (oh how he does), he’s now been hoist by his own retard. This message from Deputy Prime Minister Barnaby Joyce to rape victim and ex-Liberal staffer Brittany Higgins doesn’t help:
For a bloke who could put the village idiot out of work, Deputy Prime Minister Barnaby Joyce is a dab hand at irony.
There’s more than a little poetic justice here.
See, when former NSW Premier Gladys Berejiklian and an unnamed Liberal pollie described the PM as a ‘horrible, horrible person’ and ‘a complet psycho’, Barnaby lost his shit and had a very public rant, demanding the unnamed come forward for punishment.
Now it’s Barnaby on bended knee.
Unfortunately, Barnaby is like a tube of Pringles. Once you start listing all his fuck-ups, it’s hard to stop at just one. Much as I’d love to sink the slipper, I’ve had nothing like enough sleep. And this post is about Scott, not Barnaby.
I’ll wait until Brittany Higgins and Grace Tame double-tap the PM (and DPM) with their double-act at the National Press Club next week.
Ding-ding!
If this is the third scene of Scott Morrison’s penultimate Act, then we’re witnessing the undermining of a Prime Minister whose done just a bit of digging himself.
For me, I’m happy to sit back and eat my Pringles one by one: next the skull of a fool, then a double-cross, a poisoned blade, and the arrival of the new King.