SIMPLE SIMPSON QUITS.

The shambolic reign of Tony Simpson as Minister for Local Government (but not communities) is over. Simplistic to the last- Simpson blamed anyone but himself.

No wonder Simpson heard what his policies should be via talk back radio and news broadcasts, Colin Barnett did not trust him, nor did a panel of his colleagues who found that Tony and his department were inept.

No city amalgamations, the Lisa Scaffidi saga, the City of Canning sacked, York given the Commissioner from hell and half the 138 Local Government Councils suffering from financial auditing dementia, all these news headlines can be laid at the feet of the bungling baker from Byford.

Simpson had the unique ability to turn both his actions, and lack of action into chaos.
Political pundits who claimed he was destined for the backbench in March this year, are amazed that he survived this long and was allowed to use the Premier as a scapegoat for his own stupidity.

For many months now there has been concerted public campaign to save WA Local Government from itself and Tony Simpson. This has included a large number of written complaints to both the Premier and Simpson himself as well as articles appearing in social media sites such as the ‘The REAL Voice of York and ‘The Shire of York, The unofficial, official site’.

Believe it or not, thousands have entered both and read what they contain, including parliamentarians, their spin-doctors and staff.

When the ditty below first appeared in early 2015, it is alleged that merry laughter rang out through the corridors of power, including the Premiers Office.

Most knew that it would be before the next election that Simpsons’ ‘big soft and round buns’ would be gracing the back benches.

 THE BAKER OF BYFORD

His buns were big and soft and round
his bread crusts made a crunchy sound
His pies he cooked to true perfection
now was the time to seek election

Thirteen years in a baker’s shop
kneading dough until he dropped
He needed a job that’s nice and easy
he didn’t care if it was sleazy.

He wanted a job that required no thought
and a nice slush fund- could he be bought?
A kick-ass job, he’d rave and rant
be a next-door-to-useless mendicant

Local Government was his choice
he’d ensure ratepayers had no voice
The rules for him need not apply
As Minister- no need to try.

Good governance went in the bin
democracy was -a mortal sin
Conflict of Interest was not a tort
you must have a system you could rort.

That idiot village he called York
would not walk-his-walk or talk-his-talk
Send in the tanks to quell unrest?
No, instead he’d send James Best.

In his mouth Best put both feet
his Australia Day address, a scurrilous treat
A clown, a fool, a sad reflection
on what we cop, each State Election.