Your old mate hears that a number of quisling mates of the current administration are lining up for the role, with rumours rife of a very close confidante – described as the favourite bootlicker of the agriculture minister – being Damien O’Connor’s preferred candidate.
Unfortunately for the aforementioned sycophant and O’Connor, this favoured contender is male, pale and stale and – as we all know – this government is hellbent on having gender, race and sexuality quotas when appointing such roles. So this old mutt suggests that any minority race, wheelchair-bound lesbians keen on international trade should get their CVs in pronto.
