Dictator? That's what Rupert Murdoch's flunkey at the Herald Sun called him anyway, one of the circlejerks trying to impress the boss - sick puppy that he is
Its funny how little it takes to change an expression or resemblance, changing clothingand background
Just now it looks like he's got a huge wad of cotton wool in his mouth, like Marlon Brando in the Godfather, so that's something I'll have to fix.
I'm doing a bunch of portraits of politicians and their retainers, medical officers etc which will all end up over on the political geometry blog.
And they'll likely serve as prototypes for a Parliament of Fowls convened to decide how to respond and what we birdbrains want, or at least squabble about it.
I've got the panels of a 3x1.5metre triptych propped against a wall
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