Rape culture foresight

First, rape.

 

Second, conceal.

 

Third, joke about it.

 

Last, the moment where the realisation hits that having an extra mutant-eye doesn’t alleviate a blind spot.

 

 

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

Questionable answers

“So, this is a question to both of you. Mr Morrison what do you admire about Mr Shorten. And Mr Shorten, what do you admire about Mr Morrison?”  The brunette chick in brown.

Please allow Ms The-Art-of-Flag-waving to set the record straight, as both gentlemen were faking empathy and benevolence, sucking up to voters. I admire absolutely nothing in both men.

Neither cucked politician has anything to offer to Australians. Morrison is a soft socialist corporatist who is happy to sell out Australia’s freedom of speech so to become the ultimate right-wing virtue signaller. He marches around like the Ever-ready Energizer bunny, repeatedly beating his little censorship drum without any rhythmic variation, without melody and certainly without style. A try-hard who has inverted his braggadocio predisposition to emulate humility, as he lacks the emotional depth to fake it for real.

Ssshorten, a socialist-communist, is also selling out the Australian culture and resources to the highest bidder, as he ssslithers around like a sssnake  …sssliding, twisssting and turning on the ground, between the bussshesss, looking for fresh, young soulsss to devour.  Yet another talentless, try-hard phony who has inverted his licentiousness to emulate morals and kindness, as he is completely devoid of either virtue.

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

Negative charisma, a polical diversion tactic

 

The 2019 election is turning out to be the boring election in Australia I have yet to see. Bill 2.0 and Lemon King are both guilty of charisma bigotry, opting to put us all to deep sleep. Don’t let this tactic fool you, the dull façade is carefully planned and executed to make their nonsense and policies as exclusive as possible with the hope that no one will notice their lies and their ever-growing Chicom sponsored socialist reforms.

Let’s take a quick look at what our duopoly is up to thus far in this riveting battle of lacklustre traitors…

 

King Lemon Scomo

Scott Morrison chasing his lemon tipped tail. Round and round he goes, where he stops no one knows.

ABC’s abruptly zooms out of Lemon King’s face to tone down his panting and his chicom corporatist enthusiasm.

This is what the economy looks like. <spin>
The economy is people. <spin>
People want the economy to work. <spin> + <idiotic asymmetrical grin>
Working the economy is what the liberal party does. <weeeee>
We liberals love the economy. <I’m getting dizzy>
Keeping our budget bubble strong is how we secure seats. <spin>
Liberals understand the economy and the little Aussie battler. <spin>
They are both bubbles. <spin>
The economy is a bubble. <tail caught in the mouth for a brief moment>
Australia is a bubble. <spin>
I’m a bubble. <spin>
The Chinese spies who sponsor my economy loving party are a bubble. <double spin>
Mr. Speaker is a bubble. <asinine asymmetrical grin>
Stop asking the economy loving party bubble question. <nearly caught tail again>
It has taken 5 years of bubbling for the liberals to come up with the bubble budget. <hee-haw>
Thank you very much. <flicks his tail, spins off with lemon in mouth>

Trust me, I’ve got the Chinese bubble under control.

 

Rapey Bill 2.0

Bill Shorten reciting elementary rhyme …badly: Roses are red, Violets are red, Everything’s red, There’s so much communism I need to spread.

ABC’s slowly and dramatically zooms into Bill Spiritless’ face to reanimate his red-tinged messages.

I want to take real action to climate change and renewable energy and push energy prices down. <pause – one thousand, two thousand> + <tilt head slightly to the left> + <puss in the boots eyes> We’ll get on top of living burdens and get wages moving again by getting everyone to buy electric cars  <mini-pause, one thousand> + <eyebrow lift> in the interest of middle-class people who are stuck in the past. <extra long pause – one thousand, two thousand, three thousand> My team is united in fighting for the Green’s agenda. <one thousand, two thousand> + < quizzical expression> When all these things work together the Greens and Labor are going to make the economy hum. <benevolent eyebrow knitting> Jobs, jobs, and more fictional jobs will bloom through my deindustrialisation of Australia tax policies. <one thousand, two thousand> + < Virtue signalling eyebrow knotting> Wages, wages and more wages by turning Australia into an impoverished socialist welfare State. <One thousand, two thousand> Vagina, vagina and more vagina to satisfy my sexual compulsions. <One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, five thousand> Thank you, everybody. See you on the trail.

Trust me, I’m going to hand control of our energy to the Chicoms.

 

Australia has two choices, a) Boring & treasonous through stupidity and b) Boring & treasonous through determination. Which  will you be voting for?

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

 

The C word

On this crisp autumn evening, The Drum had the gall to ridiculeAustralians by implying that both major parties are about to “effe” Aussies.  With a gloating grin stretching from ear to ear, Fanning (another eFFer) stated, “Well it’s show time, and it is all about the F word… ”

Although I appreciate ABC’s Frankness to finally reveal the Federal government’s agenda, I beg to disagree, this show is all about the C word.

Scott Morrison’s all about the C word – a Corporatist lemon parturition.

 

Bill Shorten’s about the C word – a Communist national abduction and rape.

And there are plenty of other C words the coalition and Labor equally share amongst each other – Corruption, Compromised, Cucks and China, being some.  At this election show pollies your support by waving a C with your index and thumb. They deserve no less.

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

 

Turnbull’s election changing forecasts


Recently, in a BBC interview, Malcom Turnbull stated, ”…if you view this objectively….their [liberal National coalition] concern was not that I would lose the election, rather that I would win it.” BBC 08.03.2019

Malcom Turnbull, the disgraced ex-prime minister who was tossed out of his leadership role in 2018 for failing to be a leader and a conservative (but like dysentery, he keeps on returning), has today attacked the coalition, again. He states, “…the internal brawl in the collation over the coal-fire power is damaging the NSW conservative government’s chances of re-election.” Continuing, “You haven’t worked out how damaging it is?” MSN 15.03.2019

Translation: The Liberals and Nationals couped me out of the globalist hijacked coalition because I am a corrupt-to-the-core globalist puppet with delusions of grandeur. I am now in an ideal super-Machiavellian place which allows me to denigrate the party (hoping that this will make them lose the 2019 elections), whilst I propagandise my employer’s climate change agenda. Although my deflection and distraction tactics are as pronounced as my synostotic brachysephaly, I prefer to delude myself that my brilliant schemes are perfectly camouflaged and do a stellar job in disguising my narcissistic, deep-rooted insecurities and envy.

Impressive, Mr Turnbull. I would have never been able to detect the soft centred diarrhoea in your ingenious turd-nuggets. Keep up the great work.

The death of the neo-liberal puritanical whore

The weak confuse puritanism with purity. And courage with surrender.

 

When I see an elderly woman soliciting feminism my immediate thought is that she is making a retirement fund investment.  Only a woman of retirement age could be so oblivious to the cultural swing occurring in the West – puritanical whore-ism is on the way out.

No comment for fear of offending irony.

I cannot think of a better way to capture this blossoming cultural shift than with Julie Bishop’s (second) staged resignation. A contaminated old heart waving a lily-white frock, whilst threatening to spill the dirt on her party should they not pass her seat on to another puritanical whore.  Powerless, unpopular amongst her peers and discarded by her owner into a final disposable farewell performance, she dictates and threatens tens of senators (our cuckold PM inclusive) with a “do as I say or else.’  And what is Julie Bishop capable of exactly? Will she ssspit regurgitated poison or write yet another strategically timed, make-believe political memoir packed with pedestrian spite? Yawn. Show me the nuclear missiles or get out, has-been Medusa.

Women of strength have always existed and they do not use infantile feminist tactics to gain power. They choose to weaponise their cryptographs and anchor their bloodhounds’ devotion.  Indeed, such a woman was Thatcher who weaponised the colour blue, turning it into an anti-comunista flag which decorated her structured suits-armor.  Queen Elizabeth I, another powerhouse, weaponised her chaste sexuality to circumvent masculine barriers and to weave herself, her nation and her religion together. She engineered her persona into an iconic symbol that embodied crown, people and culture – power’s holy trinity.

Thatcher turned the Tory blue into an anti-comunista war flag.Those lacking resources are not in a position to bluff – puritanism is a cloak for the corrupt and a noose for the strong.  Feminism is a control mechanism for the weak to prevent the strong from rising …but the illusion is shattering. Good riddance to weakness and power be to the rebirth of the West’s Glorianas!

A barren wasteland cannot dictate terms.

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

(Ghost) Busting the Parliament House

A long time ago, in the evil, evil Kerry Packer headquarters, there hid a nasty, little Slimer which took advantage of Mr. Packer’s uncivilized behaviour. Kerry Packer, one of Australia’s esteemed mafioso elites, having the patience of a pit-bull and the intuition of a dung beetle, would summon his staff by calling them and abruptly stating, “ Kerry Packer here, come to my office.” Then terminating his calls with the same finesse as his introduction. Of course, such refinement and empathy inspired immediate attention, and those who chose not to obey his laws a pink invitation slip would greet them following day.

The resourceful, little Slimer took advantage of Kerry’s unsophisticated ways and put it to use by creating his very own staff filtering system. It would call journalists and staff members impersonating the God-dung Himself. When the oblivious staff member promptly reported himself to the Dung-ball’s chamber, he would be greeted with foul language followed by a pink slip.
Word travelled quickly through the evil headquarters, but no one was brave enough to tell Mr Dung the truth. Staff chose to live in fear over facing the evil master in person. If the fake dung beetle called and the journalist chose to follow through the request, they risked being fired.  If it was the real dung beetle who called and the journalist did not proceed, they also risked being fired. Quite a conundrum. Soon enough, after several staff reshuffles, the Slimer achieved his goal and was never heard of again.

For some coincidental reason, the recent poltergeist activities occurring in the federal Parliament House prompted this old phantasmagorical memory to appear in my head, again.  And is it any wonder with all the paranormal activities occurring on a daily basis!?  Lights switch off and on at the most inopportune moment.  Alarm bells are sounded just when the rapefugee panic gripped the pollies.  Ghost hatters are hacking into pollies servers.  And an innocent staff member who was prancing around the corridors of the parliament very late at night, minding his own business, suddenly got possessed by an evil entity which turned him into a serial killer forcing him to strike an elderly senator and drawing blood!  Could there be naughty,  little Gremlins or Slimers living in the air ducts of the Parliament House or is this entity something more sinister? And what is its end-game?  If I worked there an unregistered nuclear accelerator sure would sound mighty appealing.  My advice: learn to meditate and purify your souls  as you never know is God appears before you and asks, ” Choose the form of your destructor.”

Could Sarah Hanson-Young have fed a cute little gremlin after midnight after her routine midnight rendezvous?

 

Was James Ashby slimed or possessed?

 

Why is a resourceful Gremlin hacking into the pollies’ servers?

 

Is an Annabelle doll being displayed in one of the glass cabinets?

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

Labor’s supremacy of the inferior

Up-to-his-old-tricks Bill 2.0 seal

 

We marvel at the enterprising, predatory aptitude of an Australian Firehawk lighting a bush on fire to enhance its chances of a catch. We hold tremendous respect for the cooperative efforts of a pack of wolves hunting down a prey. We applaud the speed of a cheetah, the fierceness of a lion and the measured strength of an owl. We admire power. We admire speed. We admire intelligence. And we do so because we covet superiority.

 

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The left, comprised of the weakest portion of society and thus unable to compete or steal such gifts, redefines the classes to pin groups against each other. It has created an exalted aristocracy for those who cannot compete – the supremacy of the inept class. But it’s a trap. They ensnare the most venal and incompetent sections of our society with fake promises of God-like status and freebies, whilst their independence and maturity are slow-cooked in a crumbling, old cauldron hidden in a dark attic. The Australian quasi-communist Labor party is nothing more than a political underbelly which seeks to gain control through censorship, (inverted) classism, tax enslavement, land confiscation, energy rationing, resources cheap sell-off, divisiveness, moral erosion, blackmail, bribery, threats and treason.  Innate inferiority is what motivates Labor to canonise inadequacy and demonise capacity.

 

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This gang of subversive, amoral opportunists is taking advantage of the Liberal’s weak predicament. They care not for ordinary Australian citizens and are more than happy to screw us over for monetary and aberrant carnal rewards. They’ve promoted themselves as Australia’s moral traffic controllers, governing who gets to go, who must stop and who must go to jail.  They operate a multi-functioning engineered mechanism patented as liberal moralitywith the added bonus of also functioning as a propagation machine attracting the crafty (who pretend not to understand) and the limited (who have no capacity to understand). The result is a sickening, incestuous, left-fest breeding programme seeking to recruit, en masse, twisted creatures open to extortion controls …all the way down its food chain. Pawn within pawn, bribery within bribery, corruption within corruption. Yet, they have the gall to want to police our morals and speech. Ah!

Labor’s incestuous breeding programme

 

However, like every other socialist takedown of the West’s cultural fabric, this neo-liberal hierarchical system is doomed. A class of leafhoppers, no matter how much they are bolstered by elites’ stolen money, cannot drive an economy, cannot regulate the abled, cannot drive technology and innovation, cannot capture the imagination and passion of humanity and they most certainly cannot set standards. When I see Labour party members I feel nausea, not respect. When I see a disabled person I feel pity, not admiration. When I am forced to pay a middle eastern man with an intrusion of cloaked women and children trailing behind him, I feel resentment, not benevolence.

 

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For many non-Western cultures, disabilities are viewed as blessings, usually legitimised through religion as having been “touched by God”. This is an excellent cultural mechanism which helps preserve the less fortunate, encourage people to help each other and prevent a culture from spiraling into wanting to eliminate its weakest, devolving into nihilism or purism.  However, this is only possible if the incapacitated are viewed as needing help from abled.  Gratitude and humility are integral ingredients to prompt charity, help and social cohesion.  If the unfortunate is raised above the abled, then pity will devolve into resentment and benevolence into useless eater euthanasia – an evil system which leads to cultural misanthropy and nihilism, the path the Labor party has chosen to force upon Australia for their thirty pieces of silver. Shame on Bill, shame on Labor, shame on ingratitude, shame on willful ignorance and shame on the disloyal.

 

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Enough. Call the elections and let people moon over the Australian Firehawk!

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving

 

A Royal Prerogative

The English fought a civil war over this matter. The Civil war in England between King Charles I and the parliament was over the right of the parliament or the King to make the appropriation.

Sir Christopher Pyne, 12.02.2019

 

 

RapeyBill 2.0: I couped the Crown to welcome rapey illegalz! Open the floodgates.

 

Lord of the Lemons: I deem only illegalz with kidz can rape Auztralia! Open the floodgates.

Which rape enabler will you vote for? 

 

Annabelle @ The Art of Flag-waving