They've got you on Water Gate
They've got you forging documents
They've got you on Grass Gate, here
You lied in your opening parliamentary speech
And emissions keep rising
These assholes... don't they know who I am?
I'm a Rhodes Scholar.
Minister Taylor...
It's over...
The corruption around you stinks like Barnaby Joyce's morning breath
Worse.
Fucking Joyce, Morrison, Dutton, Cormann... stay. Everyone else out.
I was supposed to be Prime Minister!
My mother said so!
I didn't lie and corruptly rort public money my whole career to go down like this!
Like one of Joyce's staffers!
It's that damn Twitter!
Fucking Ronni Salt! And that Tommy Lee bastard too!
Someone talked. Traitors everywhere!
I'll call Murdoch. His spineless journos will fix this.
It's too late, they have evidence, documents, metadata
Fuck evidence! Fuck metadata! Fuck the truth!
Everyone knows the truth. You're done like a dog's dinner.
The truth is what I say it is!
I will be Prime Minister!
Call the AFP. Call the NSW Police.
Tell them what to find. They'll comply.
I want people dead! I want their heads on spikes!
Challenge me will they?
A Rhodes Scholar who once defended Christmas from Naomi Wolfe!
Why don't they understand my greatness?
Fucking Labor are behind this. And the Greens. And GetUp.
Labor are still fighting.
Fools who can't even keep their message straight on coal.
And they think they can take me down?
So I lied.
If a rising star like me can't forge a document and steal millions of dollars then who can?
Barnaby can get away with fake jobs for mistresses.
Morrison, you're a creationist for Christ's sake.
A loser who thinks the earth is 6,000 years old
And that Adam and Eve and the Ark actually happened!
Don't cry like Lambie when she screwed over the refugees
Pissants. What do they want, windfarms everywhere?
Free power from the sun? Honest politicians?
Ridiculous.
I just wanted people to love me.
They way my father didn't. And money. Lots of money. I wanted to be worshiped.
Getting caught... it's madness.
2020 will be insane.