Well, what a Night of the Long Knives.
Kevin o' Lemon was assassinated and cried as he departed saying it wasn't fair, that he was a good chap really, just misunderstood as he had been speaking Mandarin. And Julia was wheeled out on her Jugganaut pulled by Wayne Swan.
Our FIRST FEMALE FEMINAZI PRIME MINISTER quickly took up her mace and put the Press in order. She had them line up shortest skirts on the left and trousers on the right and inspected their fingernails. Then told them that she was going to do all the same things as Kevin had, as he was only doing what she told him anyway, but that she would do it all far, far better as a woman can do anything Kev can do and better. Mind you, every five year old moron could too.
Then she went off to chat with her firends Anna and Kristina, Premiers of QLD and NSW respectively before going to see Mz Bryce, the Gubernaught General. They talked about scones for a while and the removal of glass ceilings from the nation's housing stock. They both laughed about that and admitted quietly that neither had ever seen one.