May 10, 2008
Every single day, the Sub Prime Ministerial reign of Gordon Broooooon shatters through yet more glass floors, his flailing, dithering, mithering fingers unable to reach anything other than the button to activate that terrifying* rictus "I am clearly shit at electioneering and should have listened to Tony after all" grin.
There is nothing this man cannot do correctly.
And now he's got the dreaded backseat driver, too.
Go on, Gordy. Do us and yourself a favour and just piss off.
* Except he isn't terrifying, is he? We used to think he was: The Big Clunking Fist, and all that. Now he's just a slack-jawed non-decision maker who doesn't have the courage of his own convictions - if, indeed, he has any convictions.
Taxi for The Tired Man, please, barman.
The_Walrus
Pro 
Regrettably, he does have one overwhelming conviction. It's the one that tells him that he knows what god wants us to do, and he just goes ahead and forces us to do it, without any recourse to any sort of democratic procedure.