Thank the High Heavens Howy is as big a tool as we've always thought

Well.

We've been holding our breath for a few days, friends. The Libs have been rumbling & bumbling & squabbling with the kind of inane directionless in-fighting that reminds us of... well the ALP, to be frank. For a moment we thought Howy was going to capitulate & hand over the leadership to the Costly one, not with grace, certainly, but at least with a reluctant acknowledgement that the electorate has finally woken up to his absolute fuckwittiness. Thank goodness his extreme arrogance didn't waver now, at the moment when we need it most.

With the prospect of Howy at the helm our excitment has been growing that the Lib ship is headed for a spectacular wrecking on judgement day. Costello, though, is a whole different kettle of fish. Fuckwit, to be sure, but his hands are a lot less bloodied & there's a real chance that the Ostrayaan people might want to give him a burl. Shudder. There's a certain serpentine charm to Costello that pasty duddsy Ruddsy might struggle to match, no matter how much Mandarin wisdom he spouts.

But, for now, it seems Howy has his little claws gripped firmly around the neck of the leadership.
Bless his antique logic, bless.x.