Soon to appear in a cavity filled Colgate ring of confidence rerun advertisement , PM Scott Morrison smiles toothily for the media in the cockpit of the Coalition Comet just before it began to plunge out of control. The plane showed signs of soon ending up in a Japanese scrapmetal yard coming out of Perth, Western Australia , where the angry locals refused to sing auld lang syne to ScoMo and his party before they took off, flying with SFA.
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In the air , the plane began to shake scarily as if 100,000 gremlins were attacking the rivets. When the clapped out Comet landed in Canberra, the PM, green about the gills , and frequent flyers took shelter in the parliament house true blue funk bunker , with the head airline hostess.
In Victoria , another wing of the Coalition is obviously experiencing metal fatigue, despite Sky TV and a former Ansett shareholder doing their utmost to pull the rug from under ALP Premier Daniel Andrews , the tattered Tories are increasing looking like a crude representation of United Airlines, certainly not joined together in harmony .
Then there are the increasingly unloved, grounded , infighting ,moaning Nationals , rocketing madly about the boondocks like suddenly ruptured massively inflated Michael Leunig ticklers, seemingly intent on stuffing Koalas in NSW , dumping avgas on bushfires , opening more coal mines. Spats within the Nats are so frequent that the old aviator Biggles is seriously considering flying in on a senate wing and a tear in his Tiger Moth , often used to barnstorm Tamworth and other country party strongholds, now few and far between .
