Mr Abbott drank shots with fly-in, fly-out workers, played pool with the navy and got a loud cheer when he told a blonde perched at the bar that she was "better looking than Julia".
Yep, that's the definition of a hero, all right. Stay classy, Tony.
I mean, why belittle just one woman when you can belittle two at one blow, like the tailor and the flies in the fairy tale? Full story here. Try not to look at the photo; Mr Rabid has managed to get himself photographed nekkid again and I'm here to tell you it's not a pretty sight, though the underwater distortion is an improvement. I'm sure the blonde perched at the bar was better looking.
Can you imagine Malcolm Turnbull being this misogynist and naff and crass? Joe Hockey? Brendan Nelson? John, God help us all, Howard?
No, neither can I.
This man might be our next Prime Minister. Move to New Zealand? I'll swim to New Zealand.
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I'll meet you on the beach with a lovely fluffy towel.
Mind you, I'm not sure that our moral blancmange of a Prime Minister is any better.
Oh, I'm gnashing the teeth at the moment with Mr Rabbit. Visiting HIS party's detention centre, talking about problems that HIS party instigated.
GAH! I'd like to give him a big hug at the moment, see what he gets from it ;)
Yes, it's a bit like the American Republicans saying Obama shouldn't be wasting time faffing about with birth certificates. Gee, I wonder why he's been doing that.
Deborah, thank you. I will need a lovely fluffy towel, and perhaps also a bit of a lie down. On the beach.
Malcolm has merely been regrouping ever since The Day.
Re Rabid MrAbbot, the really sad thing is that there were, and there will be, actual female women who vote for him/them/that.
A blonde? A blonde what?
Link, quite.
Let's post on KickStart in anticipation of the purchase of a large shark cage and support team at once.
*liskinet* I think Blogger wants to come too.
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