Beazley v.s Tuckey

I hope you all witnessed how a boisterously bumptious Beazley shirt-fronted the weak, worthless worm, Wilson 'Milk Sop' Tuckey in front of the parliamentary portal, and in response to the latter's scurrilous schoolboy scorn - 'big, fat so-and-so', no less! - presented the broad shoulders of disdain. This has provided a palpable instance of the manner in which Beazley is more and more garnering the recognition he so richly deserves for having put in the hard yards and heavy lifting during his days in the wilderness, for trimming the unsightly flab from the Labor line-up, for tightening the party line, for getting his front-bench into shape, and generally for cutting a fine figure as number one contender for the heavyweight crown. What a stark contrast he makes to this miserable government - comprising a weasel in charge of a chicken coop - whose gross dereliction of duty has left the erstwhile Lucky Country trundling along an information goat-track to Cowpat Creek in a handcart!