…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
According to Jane Taylor, “The central character is notorious for his infantile engagement with his world. Ubu inhabits a domain of greedy self-gratification. Jarry’s metaphor for the modern man, he is an anti-hero—fat, ugly, vulgar, gluttonous, grandiose, dishonest, stupid, jejune, voracious, cruel, cowardly and evil.”
The connection to the Australian political theatre of 21st century is obvious, and the main character uncannily resembles the current occupant of the Lodge. For our fawning media all those characteristic so nicely described by Jane Taylor make that man, if that is the right word, not an anti-hero, but hero.
He deserves an Oscar or a Nobel Peace Prize for dishonesty, fatuous promises, egomania and pathological disconnection from reality. There are numerous examples of his contemptuous disregard of other people, amongst which the bringing an air hostess to tears because his sandwiches were not cut into the right shape is only a small example. His coterie describe him with tears in their eyes – see Fog of Chaos Kevin Mk II.
His use of archaic idiom shows that his edition of the dictionary of Australian colloquialisms is from the fifties of the last century; “Put another shrimp on a barbie doll” variety. Nobody would be game enough to suggest that he ever talked to a real Australian. He, or his wife, are busily busing benighted supporters for the TV media stunts in carefully selected shopping centres; and the Labor apparatchiks and the academia sycophants he surrounds himself with can hardly be described as Australians, not to mention real Australians. He is not alone; his predecessor, a Welshwoman, had to import a Scot under s.457 visa to assist her in manipulating the Australian public. That’s your ALP, of course, masterminded by the so called “Pommy whiners” since its inception, as some claim.
The courtiers, including the Quota Queens, hanging on King Ubu Kevin’s moth-eaten Drizabone are showing to all who are willing to see that they have never subscribed to any principle but that of power.
The socialists of old must be turning in their graves as the vaunted light on the hill turned into the flashing lights of the union official and Labor MP Thomson’s brothels and ‘equality’ means exactly what the Orwell pigs are saying at the moment in front of the TV cameras. After Whitlam, Keating, Latham, Rudd, Gillard and Rudd again how can any honest and rational Australian Labor Party member believe that his dysfunctional conglomerate is reformable? Long live the King.