Category Archives: humor


Prime Invertebrate


The Scomo Birth Certificate

The McMorrison Burger

McDonalds are being good corporate citizens here in Australia and are creating a new burger.

It will celebrate the Prime Ministership of Scott Morrisonl.

The McMorrison Burger. Just $6.95.

It comes with double cheese, fries and extra meat.

It says so, right there on the advertising.

Of course, when you get it, the price has an added $19 Robo-debt, the cheese has been removed after a NDIS independent assessment, there will be no sauce because the Prayer Room is closed for cleaning and you will never get the fries you were originally promised because they are not available on the Indue Card.

Oh, and it’s only got half the meat.


I keep hearing joking comments about the Army taking over the relatively simple (in a bureaucratic sense) task of delivering the Covid Vaccines to ordinary Australian citizens.

Hardly surprising as the ONLY group of skilled public servants left in this country is the Military.

Decades of depleting the Public Service has finally come home to roost!

But Nations which rely on their military to do civilian Public Service duties work run a huge collateral risk – their leadership eventually sees themselves (often accurately) as more competent than the Government – – – –

and then take over!


Dr Seuss: Scomo in a Hat


Pezzullo of the Caribbean


Refrigerated Shoes

Some Revolutionary Poetry

The Budget Reply Speech

Tonight, Anthony Albanese gave the traditional Reply to the Treasurer’s Budget Speech made on Tuesday night.

But the MSM (including THEIR ABC) will not mention his speech, replay it or allow the general public to see that he HAS done the work, HAS made the speech and HAS crucified the Morrison pack of jackals!Albo

In three days time we will begin to hear, again, the ‘Why doesn’t Albo ever say anything about the Coalition’s incompetence?’. Why doesn’t he ever take the Government to task?

While Albo did good, some people saw it, more people will see it from the Left-wing part of Social Media spreading of the word, in total, those people will be mainly the true believers and there will be insufficient reach to change the result of a Murdoch-organised re-election of a new Morrison Government.

Australia’s Leader of the Opposition has become a non-person in the Media.


Josh Frydenberg’s Fudget

Scott Morrison and the Circle Flies

Old Sam had been a stockman all his life. Up in the Kimberley where his ancestors had lived for thousands of years.

As an Elder of his people he was sitting in the front row of a crowd being addressed by Scott Morrison on one of his highly publicised photo ops to remote Australia.

Scomo was explaining how the Coalition had done so much for the original Australians while brushing away the flies which gathered wherever there were mammals of any species.

Sam had been listening closely and noticed the problems Scott was having with those pesky flies buzzing around his head.

So he spoke up and asked, “Having some problems with circle flies, there, are ya, Scott?”

Scomo stopped rabbitting on about how good the Liberal Party was for Indigenous People and said, “Well, yeah, if that’s what they are. I’ve never heard of circle flies”.

So Sam says, “Well, circle flies are common on stations. See, they’re called circle flies because they’re almost always found circling around the back end of a horse.”

Scott says, “Oh,” and goes back to talking about how great all the new Liberal Policies will be for everyone, including the group of stock-men sitting listening to him. Then after a minute he stops, looks back at Sam and says, “Hey! Wait a minute, are you trying to call me a horse’s arse?”

Old Sam says, “Oh no, Scott. I have too much respect for politicians and the work you all do to even think about calling you a horse’s arse”

Morrison says, “Well, that’s a good thing,” and goes back to his prepared slogans and half-truths.

After a long pause, in a voice the rest of the station workers can hear, Sam says, “Hard to fool them flies, though.”


Acquired surreptitiously from Phil who(m) I have neglected for far too long.

Viking Incursion

Olaf the Norseman is shopping at a supermarket when he comes across an old lady in a wheelchair, almost in tears.

“What’s the matter?” asks Olaf.
“Oh,” sobs the old lady. “I want to have a look at the frozen puddings but, as you can see, there are three steps down into the chiller cabinets.”
“No problem,” says Olaf, lifting her onto his back. “I’ll take you.”
Olaf strolls through the chiller cabinets with the old lady on his back. She selects several puddings and puts them in the basket he is carrying for her.
At the other end the old lady’s husband is waiting with her wheelchair.
“I’d really like to thank you,” says the old lady as Olaf sets her back down in the chair, “but I don’t even know who you are!”
Olaf just waves and walks off.
“I was really worried about you,” says the old lady’s husband. “What have you been doing?”
She replies, “Well, I’ve been through the desserts on a Norse with no name.”
Thanks Jean


My sunset tonight.

Tonight’s sunset.

Taken with the flash enabled to reduce the glare time.

The Thin-Skinned Spud

So sue me, you thin-skinned bastard son of a Delaware Desiree and an Apartheid Pontiac!