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FD, could you please stop giving Rupert’s whistle blowers in his fundamentalist rags
and his carefully edited down to a viewing age of ten year olds TV stations ideas.
The next thing we know Andrew Dolt will have an article headed “”Greens advocate Lesbian Circuses for Oz: Give me Sharia law anytime!”“
What a clever canine Firsty is: Adam Bandticoot! Here’s another: Bob Katterclysm
Who’s got yoghurt weaving?
I loved how that bloke from The Australian on Insiders on Sunday totally said that not coal-seam gasifying the whole of the food bowl would be just like so loopy and leftist. And he’s right! Some people just don’t know how to make money.
Are they some kind of -ism, Zut?
Uncool moment with the asterisk, FD.
Shadow Minister for not ending up like the Democrats. A message in that for all of us
Only a canine of pure, political genius could persuade “Dame Patti” and “Our Gwynnie” to rise above the celebrity pack and turn green.
You’re a bloody legend FD.
could we have an illustration of Steve Fielding’s post-greatness owl please MrFirstDog
Richard DiNatale gets all the good jobs: Minister for whiskey? (explains much)
I insist the leader of the Greens be portrayed as a Brown Treecreeper - Climacterus picumnus henceforth.
And is there a Shadow Minister for Moon Shadows?
Liz A, that would have to be a Barking Owl - Neophema petrophila
Can Australian political cartooning get any better than this ?
Just wondering, Doggy, if you can draw together policy frameworks as cogent and tightly integrated as your toons, why do we need this rolling clown circus called a guvment ?
You could etch-a-sketch our way to democracy.
I bet you can even draw conclusions. Is there any chance that you might save us all a lot of pain and cash and just draw Canberra to a close ?
Go on. I dare you. Draw a withdrawal from Afghanistanistan…. and see what happens. I double dare you.
Summon not the Pies Bob, While I understand why you would welcome their sweep-all-before-them style of play, they have work in Melbourne to complete in early October
Mike, are you trying to illustrate a point?
Cash for fixies. FD FTW.
Zut, Nice one. But I think we have to draw a line somewhere
Dog help us.
The bluddy greens running the show/
well they better get that Mental Health money into the system quick because once the lunatics start running the asylum, Dog knows what will happen.
My mate asked me why i was so upset. i told him my doctor had just told me told me ive got the big C.
Cancer? he asked.
No, Dyslexia, I answered.
@ shermozle - yoghurt weaving? I didnae even know Hugo had kids.
While we’re here, I understand Chardonnay Sipping wanted a position in the Shadow Drinks Cabinet.
@ Holden, methinks you’re getting your Ninox connivens mixed up wiv yer Rock Parrots, tis a mitsake I’m sure, something I’m prone to myself when I get too errr… cocky.
Lastly (and not wanting to umm… poke my nose in as it were), does anyone know if the Interpretive Dance Bandicoot is a member of the endangered Isoodon obesulus?
I had to search for your signature on this masterpiece, Mr Dog. Are you in the Who’s Who of Australian Dogs yet? Are you keeping up with your appearances? Are your originals selling well? Signed: Anonymous aka A Member of the Dogonaut Lounge Club.
I will pay my subscription, but that’s a lot for an Aussie battler with one eye and a wooden leg, and then there’s the bairns to feed.
Fractious - how right you are. Rock Parrot - that’d be Julia Zemiro.
Ninox connivens sounds more like Bronwyn Bishop.
‘Shoe, based on the fact that you are viewing a mere 50% of what Crikey’s two-eyed subscribers see perhaps you should only be paying half.
Dogonauts, your attention please. Do you work in an office? Look around you at the number of pot plants you see in cubicles, reception areas, hallways, canteens, cloakrooms, car parks, aircon ducts and hatstands. Start counting them. Ever wonder what they’re doing and how they got there? Check to see if they move at all. Or change appearance. Or, worse, one day and without notice, disappear completely (having collected the information they required).
Now look up at frame #4, and realise why it is you never completely trusted them - they’re all Christine Milnebots. Now the Brown Greens are in empowerment, your once familiar, equal opportunity, fat-free, work-life-balance-enhanced milieu will soon be knee-deep in Quinoan refugees and hybrid-powered lesbians.
@ Holden - actually her half-brother Julie. If you’ve ever seen any Ninox with its eyes open, you’ll know where she got her death stare from…
So who’s responsible for Organic Free-range Bike Paths?
‘Shoe - how was Naracoote? I have been worried about you on that bus! Such a long way..
Fractious, you need to help me, as Google Earth is no use in locating Quinoa. And I don’t like the sound of ninox. We have a Mopoke residing nearby, and it is very reassuring at 3am. Probly not for Bandticoots, but..
HOLDEN: “”And is there a Shadow Minister for Moon Shadows?”” Sensing a story waiting in the shadows I rang Actor’s Equity to ask for verification as to whether this post was open. They seemed to be puzzled before suggesting our friend Blurt of the Merkin-less Moon-face would be a shoe-in. Feeling a bit bewildered I asked if this was the man married to the Damn Pity? A chaotic five minutes of explanations between both parties resulted in the question being found in the affirmative.
Press release following
Yours faithfully, etc
Masterpiece
I reckon Fractious takes it for today. Commenting gold - especially the free range bike paths and the yoghurt weaving. Priceless. May I borrow ? (translation - plagiarise)
Ah, fair Venise, this lamp doth present the moon.
All present and accounted for, Plonk! I wrote a little bit further on the previous toon.
Commenting and chatting in the club some time ago-on one of the Firsty’s toons-I wrote a piece in tribute to this local bus driver. He ought be awarded the best driver in Australia, perhaps the Universe, Plonk. Fear not. I’m the type who looks to the left, right and left and does that all over again before I cross a road in the middle of the Nullabor. I am scared some blamefool flatfoot policeman drumming up business will appear out of nowhere pursuing a runaway speedster. Believe it.
ZUT: The half I see is not nearly as good I suspect as the other half.
MJ, you’re too kind. I’d blush but at my age my toes need all the blood they can get. Help yourself to the gibberish, but go easy on the relish.
Plonk - IIRC Quinoa won’t show up on GE because it failed to sign the UNFCCC (the United National Farmers Campaign on Cereal Crops, not to be confused with the other UNFCCC which is a leftist beaded conspiracy). As a result all non-grain “alternative” cereals are considered poa-non-grata. Mopokes are also Ninox (don’t, as I did, confuse these with Radox - one makes for a relaxing bath, the just stares in a damp annoyed manner), and are audible round these parts. The last few nights I’ve also heard N. strenua, which makes everything this side of Moby Dick go very very quiet.
FRACTIOUS PLONK: Are the feathered Mopokes to which you refer real Mopokes or Tawny Frogmouths? I’m much taken by the latter. When walking in the bush it is sometimes possible to know you’re being watched. Multiple turnings around reveal no one. Then one day you notice a shortish thick branch of tree you hadn’t seen before. Sooner or later if you suddenly switch your head in reverse you might snatch the sight of a pair of orange yellow eyes glaring at you. Followed smartly by the branch you thought you saw. They used to give me endless pleasure.
HOLDEN: Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.
@ Venise, definitely boobooks I’m hearing (Ninox novaeseelandiae), and again N. strenua (Powerful Owl) last night. Tawnys are about but their booming calls seem more common in summer around here (far edge of Shitney). We have ringtails in the yard and they’ve gone very shy suddenly, though the brushies don’t seem to give a flying one.
The brushies are real brooligans, they hold their winter Olympics on my roof. Galoop galoop, galoop; followed by thickset bodies skidding down the roof. All followed by a sort of loud woosh, chitter, chitter, woosh, chitter, chitter. The poor little ringtails get a bit bullied.
I haven’t heard a boobook in yonks. Sigh!
The Torres Strait pigeons make their migration from PNG in time for my birthday in October. Whu-WOooo.. I’m pretty sure it’s a mopoke - one was sitting on the roof a few nights ago..