Without getting all meta, I predict that one day they won’t ask “Hey, what did that Nostrildamages bloke say about the lotto numbers?”
Instead, they’ll be mining this little blog (preserved for all antiquity by my slavish followers) for the prescient nuggets I scatter hereabout.
But I won’t list all the prescient nuggets, go root them out yourself.
I will draw attention to “The Antick Fancy” post of 23 October 2025 where I described exactly what would happen to the Coalition, our most powerful conservative political party, in the future.
For newbs, the Coalition was the 1920’s pairing of country and city conservatives after the sooky born-to-rule type realised they couldn’t beat the Labor Party in a fair fight.
Even bad students of history know we’re doomed to repeat it unless we learn. Unfortunately, among the scant arrows left in their quiver the Coalition don’t have one marked “take responsibility”.
Instead, they have three marked “I didn’t do it!” two marked “You didn’t see me do it!” and one marked “You can’t prove anything!”
Earlier this week, they fired one of the former.
The autopsy of their 2025 election wipeout defamed Peter Dutton (aka Voldemort, aka Spud) as being solely responsible for the rout. It was only not released publicly this week because he threatened to sue his own party.
History repeats: whiny bitch-ass crybaby conservatives refusing to accept any blame. Instead, let’s throw poor old Spud under the bus!
This week began with the #PMAlbo on the ropes, copping a hiding after his kneejerks following the Bondi Massacre. But somehow, almost predictably, the Coalition are hoist by the petard they hoped would blow him up.
What’s wrong Susan? Kicked another own-goal? But I thought you were about to tell me that the only fuck-up in your party was Spud?
Big news: The Coalition has split (again).
I swear (again) that the ABC are mining my little blog for ideas because todays headline ‘The Coalition is done‘ might as well be my October 2025 post with better editing and fact checking.
My prediction that country conservatives will lay down with the dogs at One Nation seems almost certain to come true. The bumpkins reject the shifting quicksand of middle-right city conservative politics.
For rednecks with small brains wanting simple solutions to complex problems it must seem so easy. Just one more arrow from that emptying quiver: blame brown people!
Pauline’s looking orangely smug, and has every right to be. She knows that the Nationals have little choice but to come on bended knee and kiss her puckered ring. An onion ring, if the rumours are true.
Why? Because the Nationals aren’t in danger of losing their country seats to Labor at the next federal election, they’ll lose them to One Nation!
Barnaby Joyce may be stupid, but he ain’t stoo-pid. He knows that Pauline has conservative politics by the detestables. Poor David Littleproud, he looks unhappy. Perhspa he’s feeling the squeeze.
Which naturally make me extremely happy, because if all the remaining conservative politicians unite under Hanson then only two things can happen.
(1) Those with an ounce of integrity will find they can’t bear such close proximity to evil, and will become Independents. (2) Those who remain will wake up reeking of Hanson and become political pariahs to the majority of voting Australians.
All of which benefits Labor. Unless we are invaded by China, #PMAlbo will rule absolute for the next decade.
But there is one legitimate path left for conservatism in Australia which I dare but whisper lest I’m overheard:
The last surviving members of the Liberal Party join with the Independent “teals” to form a new middle-right party. Shake off the barnabies and build a new base.
Otherwise, they are all doomed to spend the next decade biting Pauline Hanson’s pillow.
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