As the chosen representative of the noble race of bow ties, I am proud to be addressing you today. We are a race that hath clothed princes and kings, presidents and prime ministers, archbishops and popes, generals and commanders, professors, lawyers, doctors, philosophers, poets, and others of learning, culture, or influence. It is true, ladies and gentlemen, that I would have you judge us by the company that we keep; but, being inanimate household objects, sometimes we cannot, unfortunately, choose the company that keeps us.
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Peter Slipper - a vile amateur, sirs, a traitor, an opportunist, chosen as representative of the dignity of parliament in spite of the fact that he has no dignity, none at all. We bow ties do hereby repudiate him, we reject him, we shed our association with him; verily, sirs, we will have nothing whatsoever to do with this wretch.
However, ladies and gentlemen, we are more than pleased to welcome this chap into the fold:
This one's from the SMH.
If anyone needs us, we'll be boozing it up with Harry here at the Parliament House bar.
A Bow Tie