Welcome to the end of year newsletter of the Former Employees of Kevin Rudd Association.
Things look bleak. For years we’ve clung to the hope that we would be vindicated and Chucky caught out. It seems this is not to be.
Frankly, each of us has failed*.
Chucky not only has a multi-millionaire wife, apparently normal children, massive superannuation from the Queensland Government and, most likely, the prime ministership, he has proved, truly, that Chucky cannot die.
We know Chucky doesn’t have the strength of character to do the job and will soon be exposed as the brittle, conceited, vindictive and odious little man he is. The good (?) news is that, quite soon, everybody will know.
Asian and European debt markets continue to tighten and the true scale of US bad loans is unknown. Bad times are on the way. The combination of international events and the inability of Team Chucky to cope means that, late in the first term, the pressure will tell and Chucky will crack.
Will he again be found under his desk whimpering and sucking the corner of his hanky?
We can only hope that Red Gillard will get a snap of it on her mobile phone for sharing.
At the end of the life of the Association, I urge all members to continue to provide mutual support. Thanks to all who answered the call to talk Dwayne down from the top of the Executive Building after the national media failed to ask Chucky a hard question at Labor’s cringingly parochial campaign launch.
Please join us on December 20th, for the last time, at Association headquarters to sink a few VBs (XXXX is out as Chucky had one (yes, one, surprise, surprise) on Cup Day) to give comfort to each other and to recite our creed:
We are the FEKRs but Chucky is the one true fecker.
*Sorry if, notwithstanding the lack of expletives, that phrase caused you shiver inducing flashbacks to your time working in the Queensland Government.
