I just went to bed, and then I dreamed this. Or is it real? A country gone to the dogs. Pauline Hanson stands tall in front of the pack, holding the sausage promising legislation going through the Senate. The Turnbull dogs gets pushed forward by the leading attack dog Tony He would grab the sausage anytime. Brandis dog and Dutton dog have their day in the sun. Morrison dog just behind. One day he will lead the pack, today he smiles seeing how Turnbull dog gets agitated. So close to the sausage Pauline is holding! Woof! Woof! He knows he would be the same. A bit further away the Labor pack. They do not like the food Pauline is dishing out. But one day she will be needed, in case Shorten dog has its day? Shorten dog is sniffing the bums and wonders what to do next. He always thought, the fish & chips lady is harmless for dogs. After all, that is not the favourite dog food! Bummer. She managed to get the key to the dog food shed. That makes the kennel pretty wild! Woof! Woof! In the corner sits John Howard, the dog whistle in his hand. From "We decide who comes" to "Pauline decides who comes" in just 15 years. I am waking up and feel proud. Finally, it is time to get the brown shirts out. Proudly looking into the mirror before I am striding out into the New Liberated Australia! One Woman. One Voice. One Nation. One Führer. Pauline, I am ready. Just start kicking, as we did before! Asians, Muslims, Jews or refugees, whatever. Go Pauline! Heil Pauline!