…. from the quill of Antisthenes
Our Prime Minister (as at the time of writing) Ms Gillard promised to prepare a prospectus, promising that we’d be much better off with repeat with the “carbon” tax. Yes, that tax which she promised not to introduce. So we are about to receive from our government in Canberra, at our cost an envelope, and I, for one, am not thankful.
It seems I’m not alone. I received an e-mail in the morning, suggesting that we, i.e. the people, send the envelope to Julia unopened. It reminded me of that old song, something about ‘we had a quarrel, a lover’s spat‘ and ‘gonna take it myself and put it right in her hand”.
Well, if you really want to go to the trouble of readdressing and stamping the envelope, I would suggest you address it to Bob Brown, her boss. Our pitiful Julia only does what she is told. Otherwise, just write upon it “return to sender”, and drop it into a mailbox whilst singing with Elvis Presley “no such number, no such tax…”