Can you smell that, Australia?
That awful smell is Julia Gillard’s deficit of moral hygiene.
Senator Joyce smells the end for that bad smell, in his column for the Canberra Times:
Gillard’s inevitable end now in sight
As said in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ”for some moments in life there are no words”. Julia Gillard should have pondered this in a far more deliberate manner before staff members started putting words to paper justifying her impending assassination of the then prime minister while she was emphatically denying any knowledge of such.
It was the latest farce in a retinue of quite unbelievable and contradictory statements to add to the ever expanding list of unbelievable and contradictory statements given in her time as Prime Minister of Australia.
It is all over for Julia; it is merely a political sleepwalk to the inevitable cliff. If you have a mortgage and it is based on a politician’s wage and you have a politician’s temperament then you are going to cover your bets and Julia Gillard is full weight on a very slow horse on a very heavy track. Only a fool backs a circus pony on a fine day at Randwick.
No one cares that she is ambitious as all politicians are. They care that on repeated issues she has been shown as not putting any worth in her own word. The PM’s office comes with a great and honourable creed answerable to 22.5 million people and the lives of many more who have passed but whose legacy underpins all we have. Public policy is public business and the higher the office the more esteemed your warrant should be held.
In the opposition of late we are starved of attention as blanket media coverage deals with the issue of not whether but when the inevitable will happen and PM Gillard, like a Roman Emperor, is assassinated for an heir.
So where does Labor go? Kevin Rudd has burnt too many bridges and poisoned too many water holes. He is the bad boyfriend knocking at the door with a fresh bunch of flowers but the same old lines and the same old habits. Kevin Rudd would have to hit the polls before the flowers fade or all would remember why they broke up with him in the first place.
If as a party you are seen as erratic then you have to look boring and Stephen Smith has boring writ large all over him. Bill Shorten has not proved himself away from promoting himself, he was quite obviously a Bill for Bill man and, in politics, we pick that flaw long before any others do because we all have a little bit of that flaw in us.
The storm cloud that hangs over all Labor pretenders and contenders is the carbon tax and how much sway does Dr Bob Brown have in the lives of the nine out of 10 people that did not vote for him or his Greens party.
Parliament has a very bad habit of a fascination in the noble irrelevant cause and the just plain irrelevant. Sometimes an issue carries a fervour that is intense like a bolt of lightning but merely metres away it is no more than light and noise and over the hill it is a distant rumble.
Gay marriage is an issue that is big on ”The Drum” and in the inner suburbs. Away from the lifestyle hub, it is an issue but not a top issue of concern and as a priority is only a fraction of the concern associated with security in a job or the cost of living.
Regional Australia and the outer suburbs are thinking about other things, especially lately if they work for a bank or an aluminum smelter.
Let us be honest how long into the initial conversation of your courtship did you ask ”what do you do for a job” and how long would you of kept the account open if the reply was ”I am on the dole”. All, like politicians, are ambitious for the higher things, such as wages. Ask any union rep if this is not the case.
The romantic recluse from the reality of the world is great company for that bohemian escapade somewhere between the age of 18 and 24 but then they go quickly out of style along with tattoos, cars that don’t start and tacky flats in dodgy suburbs.
The dilemma, have a heart or have a head; which will Labor choose?