The Left on here still going on and on, like a mob of old harpies, gey haired and bent, squabbling over some cheap trinket they all want, at some country market. Or the old women who sat, knitting, no teeth, watching butchered arsitocractic heads roll into the baskets of straw, with some delicious, malicious thrill - as the French Revolutionary guillotinings progressed..
Knawing away at some already totally chewed over bone.
But no good arguing over what was always - just some Labor/Union trumped up storm in a teacup. Have to laugh at Shorten - he's now swapped sneer - for sickly fake smile. A change of tack? What, hoping we'll actually warm to him? (And pigs will fly.)
