Sticks and stones…

Leadership. Another shining example of Queenslands predominance ” Uber alles”.

We’re  with Fraser Anning, on this un. WE at pcbycp have never ever heard of the term “Final Solution”. And we’re so suprised that Mrs Coldtarts effort to get a pie warmer installed in the office kitchen has raised such an uproar. 

Oratory skills practised from this bloke. LNP Fundraiser Silvio Machete.

It happened last week. In order to cope with the mountain of letters we get from the public congratulating us on our merger with the Nine Group, we’ve had to upgrade the kitchen and install some mod-cons to cope with the journalists, well- wishers and general public who just want to come along and experience the gemutlichkeit, (we’d never heard that word before) of being part of pcbycp. We were also quite surpised when Mr Cricklade our typesetter, filled out a quiz (adjacent the crossword) for a government grant to help with retraining foreign workers. WE were quite surprised when we got five hundred million dollars, (no strings attached),  from the Federal Government. That has helped with raising money for the pie warmer, and allowed us to think Big. “REALLY BIG”, about doing something about the cockroaches in the kitchen. 

You see ever since we employed Mohammed Farkin-ell as the kitchen hand things have gone from bad to worse. Mr Wanslitt the letter opener reckons it’s because Mohammed is sloppy with the left overs, and Mrs Crinklade had heard that “they” don’t prepare vegemite sandwiches the way ordinary folk do. All along the cockroaches were getting worse. Just the other day Miss Adjunct found one in her tea, and the final straw came when Lawrie opened up his Best Bets and the form guide had been eaten right through by cockroaches. So we had a meeting and decided the best way to deal with the problem was invest the five hundred million in getting new staff, a helicopter and invite captains of industry to have a party with us. WE chose a remote location, cos we wanted it to be exclusive, and had a great weekend. Though we can’t remember what happened when we got back. 

Blokes you can Trust! And the bloke on the left only got nineteen first preference votes.

Clarrie had been through enough, and Mohommed was sent packing. He reckons his “ilk” have no place in ‘Straylia’, and who are we to disagree? He reckons they’re responsible for the plague of cockroaches and we need to set up a place of concentration, a  “concentration camp” for “his ilk” before setting them off anywhere else. He reckons the cockroaches and the likes of Mohammed are linked. He says that’s the finding that came from the research provided by those nice people in the IPA who came along on the junket to that island off the Great Barrier Reef. 

Dunno who these blokes are. But we’ve heard they knocked off the cockroach problem and made the trains run on time. Possibly cos they wore flash Border Force Uniforms.

We’re all relieved. Not just a final solution, but a simple solution. He also reckoned we should annexe, (peacefully) New Zealand. He liked to call it an ‘Anschluss’, (never heard that term) and we could get is started by burning down the Parliament and blaming it on Mohammed and his ilk. We think it’s a cracker of an idea. And with the money, we have bought some rocks to throw at shop windows. Shops only owned by “them”. It’ll keep “Us” pure he reckons. Cos it’ll keep the “ untermensch” (never heard that term) out once and for good. 

And protect us from the cockroaches.

A final soution. 

Really can’t see what the fuss is all about.