It is with an enormous amount of trepidation and fear that we announce that this edition of The Bug’s most popular segment will be devoted to the woman most of the mainstream mediocre want to see elected as our new prime minister in 2028.

Hello, is there still anyone out there in BUGland? This is the very reason for our concerns expressed in the intro above. Those who knew we were referring to Aunty Pauline, the national leader of the white indigenous One Nation peoples, have probably already clocked off, even if they were confident we’d be trying our best through the XOTW column to cover Aunty Pauline with as much virtual xcreta as our overflowing prizebarrel can provide.

We accept that even if our remaining reader thinks the sun shines out of Aunty “There’s not a racist bone in my body!” Pauline’s clenched and irritated cloaca, they’ll tap out too to avoid all the full-bodied faecal flak to be flung at the redheaded racist below.

So let’s start that rolling with one that our XOTW judges really liked, from Tom the whistleblower (at top and below).

While some of you BUGgers might think Tom the whistleblower is being just a little hypocritical demanding that Aunty Pauline tones it down – lowers the temperature as Australian’s current PM might say – and being rather personal himself, he does offer a sensible suggestion as to how the wretched piece of work could offend fewer people moving, as a previous Labor PM once said, ahead!

Aunty Pauline (pictured far, far right) should remain silent for another reason, as cmdibley and Footscray’s Finest abluted.

Shock admission: our XOTW judges did not bother verifying if the Aunty Pauline gobbledegook printed above is accurate but it sounds about right, doesn’t it for a monoculturalist who demands that we all look and speak like her.

Our next two contributions come from Xs who opened their bum-bay doors and dropped a tonne of virtual turd material on some of Australia’s “notorietti” who are backing Aunty Pauline’s seemingly unstoppable push to residency as The Lodge. Squeeze away, Deborah Lyttle and one of our regular squatters who rarely if never misses her target, Elizabeth Marr.

Back onto Aunty Pauline in particular, JayJay and The Cockatoo had more general rear-view observations, the former referring to the banner those naughty Get-Up! people used at last week’s National Press Club luncheon to make the solid point that Aunty Pauline might not be the battlers’ friend she claims to be.

TOMORROW: We look at how this nation’s lamentable mainstream mediocre saw Aunty Pauline’s NPC performance. Most of Australia must have been watching a different broadcast.

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