Abbott is reportedly devastated at loosing the prime ministership. Crushed. Bitter and twisted. Howling at the moon flattened. Good job I say. I have not the slightest bit of empathy for someone so out of touch and self absorbed as to demand pensioners pay to see a doctor and get blood tests. To mention but one of his despised character traits.
But this was even better I think, in it's own way. So after being crushed to a pulp by being booted from the glorious leader of the Lieberals, Abbott decided he'd go see the Queen when he was over there for that outrageous speech he made about Europe and it's asylum seekers.
The Queen was having none of it though and, despite having not much on, decided she didn't want to see Tone's. How's that? Slapped in the face by one you worship! Oh just marvelous!
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