Federal MP Bob Katter is a throw-back nutjob bunker-mentality troglodyte. Well, we’ve known that for a while. But this just in: His close associates and financial backers are gun-toting redneck heartless bastards with a slimy influence on politics.

Today’s Australian unravels the ties between Katter’s backers and the gun lobby. Including trophy pics of the financial powers behind Katter’s Australian Party with the exotic animals they’ve shot. Including a rare scimitar-horned oryx – officially extinct in the wild – and there’s also the above picture of David Auger, another financial backer, posing with a dead giraffe which, according to The Oz, he has shot.
What kind of fuckwit shoots a giraffe? Or a hippo?
Read the full story here. Katter’s gun-dealing son-in-law Rob Nioa, who is senior vice-president of Katter’s Party and personally contributed $100,000 to it, has quite clearly outlined his political objectives on the Hunt and Shoot Network website:
The political position has improved but I am not so confident to say it is good. The anti-gun movement’s greatest political advocate was John Howard. Whilst he was the Prime Minister we had no chance of gaining any political leverage or affecting political change. Removing Howard removed that obstacle. The new issue facing us is finding any politician that actually wants to help us. When it comes to gun laws, politicians just don’t want to pro-actively do anything. The level of firearms knowledge amongst city-based politicians is extremely low and all Governments assess any new policy on the basis of how it will be reported in newspapers. It remains a very difficult challenge to make any positive political gains.
And Mr Katter’s calm response to the story?
You go, you write about this exciting, titillating thing that we got some money from guns. If you stupid bastards want to go off on some petty thing.
Bob Katter wants a return to some mythical Wild West frontier land where decisions are made at ten paces, gays are chased out of town with their pants around their ankles, and they kindly let the natives work the plantations.
He has made no secret of his gun ownership thoughts. He was vocally opposed to then Prime Minister John Howard’s firearm control scheme in the wake of Port Arthur:
I was a weapons instructor in the army reserve, own a stack of rifles as my grandaddy did and my great-grandaddy before him. If you come and see my house, it’s built like a fortress. You retreat through one set of locked doors and another set of locked doors and there’s a siren and three locks on the door and every bed has a rifle, so if we’re out and the kids are at home, they can protect themselves. To leave my wife and kids unprotected because I’m away is absolutely appalling. I believe in it as an article of religious faith.
Well, don’ that just sound like some kind of yee-haw Southern Baptist hidey-hole! Fry up them grits, grandpaw, we’s a goin’ huntin’!
Australians often have a soft spot for the maverick politician. We are forgiving of their quirks, admiring of their independence. “What you see is what you get” is a national catchcry of appreciation.
That’s what allows delusional cavenen like Katter get a foothold. OK, so he’s standing up for regional Australia and against petty over-regulation. He’s representative of a fair old swathe of Queensland. Just like Pauline Hanson. His mates maintain the Party is no “Trojan Horse” for a shooter’s party. But this is just the latest little saga that draws the picture of a reckless cowboy.
Just to recap, let us count the ways in which Katter is mad, bad, and dangerous to have around:
On homosexuality:
I would walk to Bourke backwards… if the poof population of North Queensland is any more than 0.001 per cent.
On Gough Whitlam calling Bjelke-Petersen a troglodyte:
Which, by the way, is a term I don’t mind for myself.
On citizenship ceremonies:
Dewogging.
On climate change:
I mean, if you could imagine 20 or 30 crocodiles up there on the roof, and if all that roof was illumination, and saying that we wouldn’t see anything in this room because of a few croco-roaches up there. Are you telling me seriously that the world is going to warm because there’s 400 parts per million of CO2 up there?
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