The story of a hopeless president

As McDonald has resigned and I suppose when this letter is published the next president (on! etc! Don? Don!) will have taken up office and will furiously be going about his round of duties: constructive, constructive.

The position of president of this union is such a non-position—luck-all people could give a damn about it. Do you know why? Because the people up here don't give a damn about anything except their own arses. Its self complacency personified up here. It's bloody disgusting.

But the biggest joke of alt was that Don Carson did want to be the president of the union so badly. Poor old Don. A few people decided for a laugh—that's all—that they didn't want Don to be president, just to annihilate the complacency that hung around like a bad smell before the election. The someone, no-one had heard about, called McDonald was farted into the forefront, got pumped up with a bit of publicity and pissed in.

So he turned out to be bloody helpless—he was meant to be; but I'm damn sure the complacency is gone and I'm lucking well laughing but Don Carson isn't. He's crying.