Harold Bishop has a posse

I don't know who's behind this blog, and frankly I don't really care, because whoever's responsible, it's sheer brilliance.

Little needs to be said, I'll let the words tell their own story..
...the devoted conservative few who refused to snack on the Jatz biscuits of lies served up by the sagging-bellied unionists dressed as waiters who try to poison us during the cocktail dinner of life.

I used to feel terribly alone in this world, like a timorous, traditionalistic duck flying South for the winter across a windswept world of confusion towards a glistening land of hope and sunshine while the other foolish, pipe dreaming, left-leaning ducks led the flock North towards a world of winter, a world where Communist ideals are favoured by the intellectually inferior maverick ducks.

Pure gold.

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