It must be – the fat lady has ‘sung’
The airwaves and broad tabloid sheets are full of scaving critercisms of fat Christine Nixon the person supposedly in charge of the black satyrday bushfires emergency crisis leaving the crisis centre at 6 o’clock to “have a meal with 2 friends at a North Melbourne bistro” knowing full well that people were dying and that fires were bearing down on more towns without checking to see if anyone had been warned.
But I am not going to join in that chorus of condemnation of the big lady with the big job and the big fat pay cheque of $380,000 per year. No, I will defend her.
It is a little known fact that Nixon is a raging diabetic (as if it isn’t half obvious from the photos of her girth) and she cannot go more than 3 hours without a Hungry Jacks whopper to pump up her sugar and fat levels. Yes she “had to eat” and that is why she was also late in getting to the crisis centre 3 hours after she knew the state was burning.
Lay off the fat lady. Let her eat.
(PS: The royal commissin is not really sponsored by Hungry Jacks. I clevely photoshopped the logo into the picture)