What a shemozzle. A week after the mad uncle, Barnaby Joyce, tilted unsuccessfully to snatch the National party leadership back from Mr Invisible, Michael McCormack, the divisions not only in the Nats but across the government are now spilling out like the guts of a bloated fly-blown carcass of a cow.
Despite Keatingesque protestations of having only one shot in the locker, it’s now clear the mad uncle intends nothing of the sort.
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