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EXAMINING THE 2025 AUSTRALIAN FEDERAL ELECTION

We are fucken doomed.

 

Have you seen what is arrayed before us for our voting pleasure in this Federal election?

 

Fuck me. It’s all I can do to swallow the vomit in my mouth when I’m driving into town and being visually bludgeoned with campaign posters.

 

Who the fuck are these gronks? One of them looks like he kills and eats children. The others are a combination of fat Teal-coloured Karens, greasy spivs, slime-coated rich-cocks, Trump wannabes, and all manner of depraved sub-humans.

 

On their posters, they are all grinning like the degenerate liars they are – and someone told them their vulpine leers will encourage the great unwashed to pick them. For fuck’s sake…

 

And don’t they promise all sorts of shit. They do this because they think we’re stupid – and they’re not wrong. Most of our electorate spends most of its time licking glass. The rest of the time its gambling, drinking, and yelling about shit on social media.

 

The current crop of worthless mouth-breathers vying for our vote is pledging all sorts of shit not one of them has any hope – or indeed intent or ability – to deliver. Not possible.

 

Nonetheless, it’s a great insight into what THEY think the electorate wants or needs. Thus, it is also a great insight into what vile and reprehensible reptiles seek to govern us. Be appalled. You have every right to be. But that’s really the only right you have left – being appalled. And utterly powerless to do anything about it.

 

So, in no particular order of promissory importance, it’s cheaper beer, cheaper petrol, cheaper electricity, war with China, more jobs, less immigrants, more cops, more rental properties, cheaper childcare, and whatever other bullshit we bitch about which their teams can glean off our social media.

 

And you know and I know and they know – that none of what has been promised will EVER be delivered. Ever. It just needs to be promised. It won’t be delivered and it can’t be delivered. It is not within their control to deliver any of this shit. If you think Mario Gronker or Kailey Cheesebelly is able to reduce the cost of beer or provide cheaper petrol if they get voted in, you’re a fucking idiot.

 

I ask you to behold the two shitbuggers vying for the Prime Ministership. Albo the Wretched and Dutton the Pig-cunt. Yes, that is where we are.

 

We did ourselves a huge favour last Federal election by kicking that God-bothering lunatic Morrison to the kerb. And we replaced him with fucking Albo. We had to. No other choice was offered. So, we either kept the smirking, all-the-ministries-are-mine happy clapper, or we went with the reedy-voiced non-entity who is utterly incapable of delivering anything of any actual benefit to the electorate.

 

They can do nothing about the cost of living. It is out of their hands. They are bald-faced lying to you when they’re saying they can. If they could have done something about it, they would have. They just can’t. Everything that is happening is totally out of their control. It is how our beaut globalised, privatised, free-market capitalist system works. Exactly as it has been designed to work.

 

The price of things never goes down. Get the fuck used to paying $40 for a pub schnitzel, $18 for a beer, $2.50-plus for petrol, four-million dollars for an inner-city cupboard to live in (or $800-a-week to rent), and $2000-per-quarter for electricity.

 

You know this in your heart of hearts. Yet, you are still hopeful we can somehow vote our way out of the very shit-swamp our previous voting has dropped us into. We are hopeful because we are human and it is human to hope. And those fuckers know this. So they promise us all sorts of tail-wagging shit knowing full well they cannot deliver on any of those promises, and off we go to the booths.

 

Have you seen what Prime Minister awaits us? Mother of fucking God! We either get the same clueless whine-merchant we have now, or we get a cruel and soulless ex-Queensland pig who somehow became a millionaire through childcare centres.

 

It’s just like the USA. They dumped the utterly be-fucked corpse of Biden and his venal Corruption Incorporated conglomerate, and replaced it with a deranged orange lunatic who wants to fuck his daughter and thinks he’s running a Mafia crime family.

 

We are no different to any other “Western” gerontocracy. Old rich white-coloured cunts using our taxes to pump into their family trust funds, offshore accounts, and real estate portfolios. What’s left over, they funnel into funding genocide and war, and media campaigns designed to make sure you’re on board with all of that.

 

They spout endless bullshit about non-existent garbage like “Rules-based world order” (fuck off), demand that everything and everyone is pronoun-driven, diversified, inclusive, and equal (fuck off even harder), insist they can and will fix the climate (keep fucking further off), and if we only vote for them, a bright and shining future for us and our children awaits.

 

And we lap it all up. Like the clueless but ever hopeful curs we are.

 

And we are certainly clueless. We are meant to be. We really do not know what to do, or how to change it. We have been dealt these shitty cards, and we have no idea if we should fold, raise, or sit.

 

So, we are doomed. Of course, we are.

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Boris Mihailovic

Boris is a writer who has contributed to many magazines and websites over the years, edited a couple of those things as well, and written a few books. But his most important contribution is pissing people off. He feels this is his calling in life and something he takes seriously. He also enjoys whiskey, whisky and the way girls dance on tables. And riding motorcycles. He's pretty keen on that, too.

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