Breaking news...
Former treasurer Peter Costello says he will not be challenging for the leadership of the Liberal Party.
Thank God one of the pillars that supports our society stands as solid as it has done this past decade...
And Eliot Parsons, C Ramsay, Paul Morelsons or whoever on WD reckons the corporate offers have been flooding in. Even if that's so (and the corporate world prefers rather a more ruthless decisive individual), the Great Vacillator shows a decided preference for the comfort of the public tit.
Thank God one of the pillars that supports our society stands as solid as it has done this past decade...
Oh yes, I'm the great vacillator (Oh oh oh oh...)
Wavering over what I will do (Oh oh oh oh...)
My indecision is such, I delay so much
I'm decisive but can't tell what t'do
Oh yes, I'm the great vacillator
Procrastination an noun made my own
I play the game, but to my real shame
God left me without balls of my own.
And Eliot Parsons, C Ramsay, Paul Morelsons or whoever on WD reckons the corporate offers have been flooding in. Even if that's so (and the corporate world prefers rather a more ruthless decisive individual), the Great Vacillator shows a decided preference for the comfort of the public tit.
Labels: Presumptive ball-less leaders, Vacillators, yesterday's man
posted by Father Park at 8/21/2008 09:17:00 PM
5 Comments:
One of the gags in 'Yes Minister' was that, if someone says they're not gonna run, then they're gonna run.
The question is: Is PC as leader an asset or liability?
Are you a Costello Cuddler or Costello Clobberer?
The choice at the next election may be between the incumbent Grin and the pretender Smirk.
I can wait.
Oh come on guys.. Surely the smirk is preferable to Nelsons sad Bassett Hound look?
Does that make me a cuddler then?
Oh he ain't got the testicles. The poor sod is waiting for a Howard: to be drafted.
It won't happen - a couple of far more competeitive egos will see to that.
He hasn't accepted any of those profuse offers from the private sector that CPRamella has claimed he's fielded because, I'd suspect, they aren't really there. The deadly corporate world has summed up our ex-treasurer and decided he can wait, dither, and wallow in indecision.
I kind of like sad-looking Basset Hounds, among the most noble of animals. And I'm not even particularly a dog-person, really.
Brendan's pretty cool, in his own daggy, non-electable way.
Ni' ni', you guys!
Noooo. We are now the knights who say "Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing."
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