I Don't Give A Damn

The refugees are running riot, demolishing all in their path, their taxpayer-funded computers and televisions, their kitchen facilities, their credibility. They injure Australians with their vicious home made weapons, and try to turn the world against us because we reserve the right to screen these illegal immigrants to ensure we don’t import terrorists, but my back aches, so I don’t give a damn!

Every time John Howard introduces a new incentive, like GST or Health Benefit guarantees, and says we will be better off, we know he’s lying. He knew the children overboard reports were false, but he built his election stand on that. He has to be the most dishonest Prime Minister Australia has ever had, but my toenail is falling off, so I don’t give a damn.

The government keeps trying to introduce injection rooms where junkies can carry on their illegal habit with impunity, instead of working harder to stamp out the use of illegal drugs. To my mind this is condoning crime, but I’m busy injecting my twice-daily insulin (ouch!), so I don’t give a damn.

Telstra is seeking another huge rise in telephone costs. The price of meat is threatening to turn me into a vegetarian. Fruit is at its highest price in memory (an apple a day keeps affluence at bay!) The cost of living is rising much faster than my pension. The cheapest skirt in Target is almost $40. They are hitting my bank account with higher charges and no interest at all. Now my standard of living has been eroded to the point where my hip pocket is hurting along with the rest of me, so finally I do give a damn!