Me and Malcom

As an independently wealthy gentleman one has time to mull ones wine and time for massaging my svelte mustache, it also affords one time to think quite deeply about the world and politic that we live in…which reminds me my Barossa Valley delivery is due…though I digress, imagine my shock and horror when my Captain has been thrown overboard from my beloved Liberal ship…sadly the poor plebes of this grand country have no stomach for war, swimming in sluggo’s  or eating onions with skin on it, god only knows why…Tony Abbott was a man amongst men, quite like myself…more than happy to fight those minority communist greenies and those that like the company of girly boys…ooh I think I might wretch if it wasn’t for my bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch on hand… even though our great and noble leader has left the room, I still find the love in my heart and drive for glory with our new suave and extremely good looking  Mr Smooth….and dare I say uber rich,  Malcom Turnbull….though being rich and good looking is not everything…well truth be told…it pretty much is, as I can attest…So yes we may have a new Captain but the game is still the same…reducing my tax liabilities,  income divestment and tax free offshore investments…as the great man said…when the economies bad it’s time to invade another 3^rd world country....time for  a nap me thinks…. Tootily poops Tartly