Attend the tale of wikileaks,
A war on government by geeks,
Which made today Assange, its founder,
Seem to some a frightful bounder.
He’s told what Rudd once said of China,
And touched, some swear, a Swede’s vagina,
Attained more scoops than all the journos
Weeping now in hell’s infernos.
He’s dug the dirt, he’s blown the gaff
On what ambassadors say to staff.
For such he should be waterboarded,
Such revelations vile and sordid,
For pushing noses up the arse
Of the Great World’s ruling class,
He’ll do, I fear, long years in gaol,
This honest, forthright Aussie male,
And yet, like many Aussie blokes,
Like David Marr and Laurie Oakes,
He’s merely let the sun shine in
And shouted, ‘Let the games begin!’
And this Australian of the Year
I’ll hail in print, I’ll shout in beer,
I’ll send him files, I’ll stand him bail.
Assange for sainthood, folks. Wassail
Name:
Gina Rinehart – I
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I present to you a plot,
Thicker than most it is true,
In the sacred art of prose,
here is a story, that has been accrued.
The Queen of West Australia,
Gina Rinehart oh,
The miner’s poster child of glut,
Wednesday’s child of woe.
It all began with teething,
pedagogy gone astray,
Gina the veracious,
nearly tore the breasts away.
The silver nipples on the wet nurse,
Father’s apple, pride and joy,
They say she had a twin
and they say she ate the boy.
“This will all be yours one day, my girl,
But don’t you go astray,
Lang’s a name to fear round ere’
Stick with me an you’ll be okay.
For I treat the men well enough, you see
and I make no song nor dance
Do you see my dear? Its a fine line we tread
between the admiralty and the ants”.
But Gina never loved the bloke,
and he did fail to see,
until it was too late that was,
what she had grown to be.
One little elephant packed er’ trunk,
That once was a little girl’
Encased in a stone cocoon of greed
her litigious wings, unfurled.
He shuffled orf old Jack Lang,
Robbed of his passionate throws with Rose,
Like a hamlet now in exile pacing,
The matriarch turned, and did she blow.
“Maaaaail -order- murder!
Lock up his heart and lungs!
Get me on four corners,
This has only just begun”.
In death bed discussions
The cake twas’ carved anew
A toast to Jandamarra’s tears
In a regal, “I love you.”
Rose fought hard, twas true
but How was she to know?
After fourteen years
she sold her last frock, and knew which way to go.
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II
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Beneath the wobbly bridge,
of a truly fiduciary whale,
We join Jack Lang junior,
and continue the slimy tale.
Poor Tom Sawyer,
nursing his fishing rod blankly,
In a posse with his sisters
and his rich Chinese mate, Uncle Yangtze.
For one needs ally’s in this game,
Rose learned that all too well,
When Gina paid witnesses fortunes,
To swear that Rose was from Hell.
Yes three offspring wayward,
Once nursed behind triple brick walls,
When the going was good they got it,
now it seems Mum won’t answer their calls.
Some might have no sympathy,
To some it may just be funny,
To some though the three are proof,
that one can live off the smell of money.
Though Gina still has one pet,
one child that abstains from illicit back chat,
“Mummy I need a new Beamer, arha,
Mummy I love your new hat”.
There is astroturf on the horizon,
and to the rescue riding solo,
is the new class of warrior created,
The ex-pat, S-A-S-men gigolo.
Some seem so surprised though,
It indeed becomes controversial,
When Life turns out it’s not going to be
One big fat,
Tim Tam’s commercial.
Then came Ten and Fairfax,
All of this, after the fact
of the winged and wanton hacks,
Shrieking wildly “Axe the tax, axe the tax”.
“It’s my way or nothing”, she said,
Got so fat, couldn’t get out of bed,
Oh My yes things do seem right grim,
When the Queen of the place is a crim’.
While there are 1000′s of Andrew Bolt’s
We still have the peasant revolt.
But beware The deadly drones,
Patrolling Gina’s special economic zones.
excuse the lack of editing/bad grammar and posting in the wrong place.
I sincerely hope others are reading this, William. Though not perfect, what is?
I think it excellent.
My haste to share betrays too much & gives me away.
Rubbish company too, I’m afraid.
Mr Doug I don’t know if would be up your alley or not, I was watching a video last night of Assange interviewing his old hacking buddies for his RT show.
I thought it worth mentioning that perhaps I think people discuss Assange in a very shallow context, that is to say I don’t mean his recent wikileaks actions have had wider impacts than admitted to or whatever, but the framework the debate is taking place in is inadequately shallow.
Something as simple as his technical achievements indeed the wider hacking community’s achievements go overlooked, and I am no expert but it seems when it comes to data encryption they really did change the world in quite a significant way.
Assange is a great deal, to a great many, in many places, great and small.
Guy Fawkes might have been a bit of a knob too, I’m almost certain Da vinci was. Who cares?
There is much good in what Assange has done. I have to some extent been cast as a hater; it is not so. My point is and has always been that he is an Australian citizen and entitled to the normal support and assistance – neither more nor less – than any other Australian citizen.
He is not any sort of official, nor has he done what he has done on Australia’s behalf.
In addition, he has recklessly released and published restricted information; just how many agents and informants around the world have died as a result will never be known.
He is no sort of hero.