At last, Morrison is out. This evangelical puppet of the US of A, this lying cunt, condescending prick, this psychotic narcissist has finally been put to rest. He attainted the position of PM by default, not by merit. He stabbed Turnbull in the back and as the race for the new leader came down to the wire it was either him or this other maniacal nutter called Dutton, Morrison was the lesser of two evils. At the last election there was no competition and so he got back in easily, not because they wanted him but once again he was the lesser of two evils.

We need a change in this country, it’s one of the richest countries in the world and yet it manages to waste so much money on nothing of value. There always has to be a commission of some sort before common sense decisions are made. There has been no leadership in this country for years. I’m not sure if the new PM will be able to fulfil half of the promises made but you know at the end of the day he seems to be a more genuine individual that is fallible and can relate to the common man naturally without having to practice.

Morrison was only interested in one person, himself. Last week when he realised that his “bum was oot the windae”, he tried so hard to be affable when being interviewed. The crazed look of a desperate man, knowing that he was soon to be headed to the gallows. It was almost enjoyable watching him squirm but for me it was still a struggle to watch him as he writhed in his own shit. But either way I am happy that he has left the centre stage and it is also satisfying to know that he knows that it is his fault that his party lost the election, although he will never really accept that I’m sure.

There was another cat fight last night. Around 2 am I got up to go to the loo and I heard this scuffle followed by the howl of a couple of banshees giving it welly outside. This morning I found the remains of one of those cats outside the back door.