that time I got really angry at Tony Abbott; or, a barely coherent rant

I'll forego my usual tendency to give context. I think my anger transcends the need. 

This article says it all really: http://www.theage.com.au/federal-politics/political-news/qa-tony-abbott-says-heads-should-roll-over-zaky-mallah-episode-orders-inquiry-20150625-ghxeti.html

I’m going to say what the ABC seems to think it cannot:

Get fucked Abbott, you pathetic little man. Take your terror-mongering inept intellect that gives life to all your foul, simplistic epithets, turn it counter-clockwise, give it a spit-shine, and shove it up your nostril, flared perfectly by your righteous sense of carefully cultivated indignity. After you’ve wedged it up there, near your floppy deflated sack of a brain, blow your nose and watch that shit come out covered in your sickly, blue-tinged phlegm.  Perhaps then you might understand what people have to listen to every time your mouth flaps outraged spittle thinly disguised behind the veneer of a third word slogan. We are a significantly worse nation with you and your careerist fellows at the helm. You and your henchmen seem to do fuck all but cater to the worst base instincts of man—stroke the illogicality of their fears and doubts—while holding out your hands to enormously rich interest groups and individuals, all to ensure that your so-called position of ‘power’ is maintained; a ‘power’ that serves no real purpose beyond the ascription and maintenance of the title itself. For this is all I think you care for: to be called Prime Minister. The duties of this role—to do what is best for the nation despite what hardships and hard truths necessarily come of this action—are clearly secondary to the continuation of your piss-weak government and the self-satisfaction you must take nightly rubbing one out while loudly screaming: “I AM THE CAPTAIN!!” Just because the ABC has mysteriously cowered before your trollish, dim lit glare, like being looked at sideways by a particularly ugly reptile, does not mean that people cannot see through your bullying bravado. The chest puff with which you stroll around is something to behold solely for the fact that you don’t float away from holding onto that much hot air in your lungs; for, in actuality, it intimidates no one and gives you the permanent look of an aggravated goose who has lost his pond, but doesn’t want anyone to know. In the end Abbott, you will go down in history as one of our worst—if not the worst—PM we’ve ever had the misfortune of having, whose wretchedly short list of achievements will all eventually be seen for the gross abuses of public interest they are, catering not for the benefit of Australians, but for the comfort of your increasingly irrelevant corporate backers. You are, as far as I am concerned, a coward, permanently affixed with myopic lens only able to see as far as the next election, unable to be truly courageous enough to address the nation for the best of the nation, rather than the best of yourself and your assorted cronies and their dated interests. You bespectacled fuck. You will be remembered only for the uncomfortable twang of your execrable voice, reverberating nonsense and panic in the echo chamber of your utterly uninspiring existence.