This is a classic!
Story by Emmjay
Mr D’arcy wore the concern of a man in denial on his face like a poodle suppressing a fart on the steps of Parliament. This was his moment. His unlosable election strung out in front of him like a python with an impossibly large pig stuck in its gullet. Despite his profound ignorance, his minders regularly had recourse to remind him that unless he continued to shut the fuck up, more people than they, would know the depth of his incapacity. So D’arcy had good cause to worry, because if he actually failed to swallow the pig, there was a cadre of mining magnates who would drive one so far up him his eyes would water.
D’arcy knew he had the stuff of a lesser man and that the electorate saw him as unworthy of a position of great office; not worthy of the front bench in…
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