Fingers are all thumbs; ill at ease with nobbly knees

Ethan Switch - Thursday, 23 June 2005 - 07:10:54 - print it raw

Breaking out the hives and collecting thanks from all round, Deputy Prime Minister John Anderson flew his body upon the defection/rejection heap so currently circulating waters of scientifically watered blubber. Stepping down as the leader of the National Party, Anderson takes the leave the leadership and Federal Transport ministry under his own thrust, settling in for lengthy nap sessions on the backbench of Parliament.

Chinese defector Chen Yonglin vents his lament at his pinballing status between China and Australia. Feeling rather abandoned, like a six-legged canine sporting two penises, the Chinese national continues to look smart and well presented in many appearances wandering around. Despite not having a place to call home, Yonglin still strays far from the typical homeless attire and demeanour seen often urinating over grates.

Failing to capture an indeterminate detention, Peter Qasim was denied a bid of eight years behind the barbed wire. After India's refusal to take his wriggling body off the Australian shores, Qasim was offered a Removal Pending Visa. Qasim is now expected to return to the crawlspace away from the spotlight until such time as his plight is worth mentioning as a sidebar for articles on refugees and asylum seekers.

With the combined efforts of Anderson, Qasim and Yonglin in a state of statelessness, they are still unable to trump the mysterious/fictious entity known/presumed to be Sydney girl, Tegan Lane. A Queenslander, Teagan Shanice Chapman, so hopeful as the one in the eyes of investigators/speculators, proved a dead end when DNA tests revealed a mismatch.

Births, Deaths and Marriages hold tight on their crown.

 

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