So again corpses littered the stage but there was nothing very grand about any of it. I suppose it's a good thing that immigration has been taken off of Peter Dutton, but, see earlier remarks about there always being a worse one ready to pick up where the last one left off, etc. In line with this assumption, expect the absolute worst from Scott Morrison, who has never yet missed an opportunity to demonstrate what a gigantic piece of gutless shit he is.
The insane bloodletting always reminds me of
Hamlet but the driver of the action this time was more of a Richard III type, or an Iago, if such comparisons can have any meaning once we've dispensed with the core Shakespearean requirement of self-awareness and articulacy for an interesting villain.
Demand me nothing; what you know you know. From this time hence I shall speak never a word
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