Katter Says He Was Completely Unaware That Anybody Had Problem With The Melbourne Cup Unless It’s Some Sort Of Intellectual Reaction To The Snobby Attitudes Of Those Patch-On-Elbow Blue Bloods At Victorian Racing I Mean It’s No Wonder These Kiwi And Arab Horses Keep Winning The Bloody Thing When There’s No Active Push To Include Homegrown Horses I Mean If You Wanna See A Real Race You Should You Head To The Windorah Gymkhana Out There In The Barcoo, Mind You She Was Lucky To Get A Start This Year Due To This Unseasonal Downfall That Always Makes It A Bit Dangerous To Be Riding Rank Station Ponies At Full Pelt In A Pair Of RMs and Molekskin Trousers, I Always Remember The First Time My Boy Robbie Tried To Jump In The Saddle For The Trot-Canter-Gallop Event When He Was A Young Fella, You See He’d Borrowed This Mare From My Mate Bucktooth Toovey Out The Back Of Isisford Anyway He’s Halfway Through This Race And Looking Alright Actually, About To Change Gears For The Sprint Until This Sand Goanna Comes Out Of Nowhere And Spooks The Poor Thing To High Heavens, My Son Robbie, Fresh From The Cowboys Young Guns Squad, After Getting Dropped For Playing Like A Girl Just Quietly, Gets Thrown Like A Cannonball Into A Crowd Of Rum-Swilling Ringers Who’d Come To Town For A Look, Well That’s What I Thought Anyway, Turns Out A Few Of Them Were What You’d Describe As Motorcycle Enthusiasts, The Type Of Blokes You’d Rather Miss And Land On A Cactus, Now Robbie Knew As Well As I Do That As A Cleanskin Politician His Old Man Can’t Be Getting Involved In Any Disputes With These Kind Of Outlaws, So I Sent In A Couple Of Brophy’s Tent Boxers Who Were Making Light Work Out Of The Shandy Bar Round The Corner, These Blokes Come Steaming Through Like The Burgess Brothers And By Joh You Shoulda Seen The Blue The Boys Put On, I Mean I Shouldn’t Laugh, But We Definitely Still Do Behind Closed Doors Over Christmas, I Had To Make A Lot Of Election Promises To Soothe Things Over With The Committee After That One But The Locals Still Reckon Those Tickets Were The Best Money Ever Spent

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With less than 24 hours until the Race That Stops The Nation, the same hashtags that once dominated social media before the pandemic are beginning to get traction again.

Namely, #NupToTheCup campaign, which has become the most recognisable slogan used by animals rights activists to protest the treatment of the most pampered animals on the planet.

However, as is the usually the case, Twitter’s last minute attempt to derail a public holiday enjoyed by millions is unlikely to stem the flow of champagne and cheers that will ring out across the country on November 2.

In fact, in some parcels of this wide brown continent, the idea of an ‘anti-Melbourne Cup’ sentiment is completely unheard of.

Maverick North Queensland Independent Bob Katter MP is one of these blissfully ignorant punters who had previously thought the idea of a nationally observed horse race was only something to celebrate.

“What?” he laughs.

“They want to stay home instead? What’s the issue???”

Katter, a man not unfamiliar with the agriculturally defeatist attitudes of inner-city tree-huggers, still somehow manages to misinterpret the entire point of the #NupToTheCup campaign.

The Member For Kennedy instead assumed that this Twitter trend was a political protest against the elitist Jeff Kennetts of the world – in turn spurring him to regale a story that could only be appreciated by the purists of outback racing and horse events.

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