๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ, ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐.
Itโs in the Australian tradition of mateship and our basic equality no matter your station in life that since the early years of the nation that we shorten names to reflect those endearing qualities.
Itโs something of a privilege and respect that indicates familiarity, relatability, reliability and likeability.
Volunteer fire fighter and lifesaver Abbott becomes Abbo. Knockabout, goofy suburban dad Morrison, becomes ScoMo.
And because we give people a fair go, Albanese becomes Albo.
But you sir, are a disgrace to that tradition and no longer worthy of that great Australian friendly nomenclature and equaliser.
You are what you are. You are a houso. You are a povo. You are an impostor.
Always was. Always will be.
And the thing is you know you are. And you know that we know that you are.
Thatโs why you scurry and run like a cornered rat from an Oval Office meeting with Trump and now youโre that same cornered rat, running from the massacre of dead and injured Jews on Bondi Beach on December 14.
The psychological term โImposter syndromeโ was invented for people like you. Youโre full of doubt and scared of being exposed for the fraud that you are.
You are the quintessential post turtle. A turtle stuck on a fence post on a country road in the middle of nowhere, and no one, including yourself understands how you got there.
You donโt belong. Youโve been exposed. Youโre out of place, out of your depth and out of time.
You achieved the privilege and the responsibility of the highest office in the land and then like the Les Patterson, social throwback you are, proceeded to dirty it up, crap all over the qualities that make Australia an exceptional place and drag it down to your snivelling, early 60โs, inner city Camperdown, povo level because you know youโre unqualified and donโt possess the qualities of a leader.
You sir, are a Prime Ministerial aberration.
In the pantheon of Prime Ministers you are a rotten decaying tooth in the smiley, welcoming grin and the sunny face of Australia.