A non-filmic but very droll contribution to understanding what happened in the Northern Territory this week

A correspondent has forwarded this information from an embedded local whose anonymity shall be protected.

 

As far as I can work out, there's a bunch of thugs interspersed with a sprinkling of local indigenous community reps for whom the word "party" has one meaning only, and that involves people, food and drink. A "political party" is one where there might be steak on the bbq instead of sausages. Clive Palmer knows this and has gotten a number of MPs to switch allegiances on the basis of the quality of his steak.

 
So they have the first Indigenous Head of State as chief minister. Giles is a bully boy from NSW I think. Some dutch fellow Willem someone or other, who was inspired to get into politics when a black man touched his wife, overthrows Giles in the CLP party room on the basis that his style is too similar to that of the autocratic Newman and Abbott. The news is splashed all over the country, so Giles meets him in a back room somewhere, lifts him up by the scruff of the neck and says

"You talking about me?"

Willem: "Um, ahh, no."
Giles: "Good. Wanna be my deputy?"
Willem: "Sure"

They both look suitably puzzled when questioned about a coup by the media. Coup? Surely not, that was just a bit of skylarking.

 

Now you know!