Alan Carpenter and his Labor Party animals
It's getting more absurd by the minute over in the wild west:
Premier Alan Carpenter, the breast nuzzler, is becoming increasingly annoyed over recalcitrant MP Jaye Radisich's refusal to go beyond her claim that she wasn't offended by Carpenter and categorically deny that he lifted her top at that notorious karaoke night in Bunbury.
She's being very Solomonaic, isn't she? Her silence seems to be saying: "Yeah, he did lift my top. But I was okay with it."
So, it was all contextual. (Lefties just love invoking that argument, don't they?)
Well, if staff recollections were accurate, there were plastered sheilas gettin' nekkid all over the joint, with hootin' and hollerin', leerin' and oglin' aplenty! Yep, sounds like the state-funded bacchanal was just a few fondles shy of a clusterfuck.
So, in this, er, context just about anything would have been deemed non-offensive. For all we know, Alan Carpenter himself could have showed off his local member (and I don't mean Reece Whitby -- though he is a bit of a dick) and no one would've cared.
Pretty ironic that the same sanctimonious, vindictive Labor women who see almost every human behaviour through the stultifying prism of their frigid life-hating dogmas -- shrieking "sexism" and "harassment" at the merest hint of criticism -- were quite probably the ones drunkenly jiggling their jugs on the night!
Feminists take note: Exposing yourself in front of people who are in your employ is sexual harassment. From what seems to have occurred I'd say the golf resort staff would have had a mighty actionable case. (But of course, that hasn't happened and never will. Being normal, professional people they acted responsibly and urged the tragic tarts to get their gear back on.)
But imagine if the roles had been reversed, and intoxicated resort employees had flashed the sober socialist sisters?
Bunbury's Sanctuary Golf Resort would be out of business by now, I reckon -- the deserted, arid grounds ripe for some Wollongong-style property development.
There's no denying that Troy Buswell has made himself look like a fool. But Alan Carpenter and his harem of boozy broads have disgraced the entire party.
I wrote earlier that I thought hacks would lay off this story. Thankfully I was way wrong and this scandal seems to be gathering momentum. Labor luvvies are deservedly getting some of the treatment they are so fond of unfairly dishing out to others. I hope they cop still more.
If this results in these grotesque, absurd hypocrites getting booted at the next election I'll be breaking out the bubbly myself.
