…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
I do not mean The Age, ABC and The Sydney Morning Herald ‘journalists’ who know very well what they are doing; they are simple Gillardistas. The gullible ones are the mostly brainless ALP females sucked in by her misogyny crusade and the visceral haters of Kevin Rudd, who will forgive her anything short of telling the truth.
When publicity shy Julia publicly announced she would move to Adelaide to be closer to her mother and her fifty-four-years old sister Alison, the simpletons of the media took her at her word. Ms Gillard’s veracity record is world famous, so much so that I attempted to coin a word for it – ‘gillarding’ [Fog of Chaos 10-07-2011]
It is entirely possible that she will move to Adelaide, but almost certainly not for the reason given. She would go there to lick her wounds, wait for Rudd to fail, prepare her defence to criminal charges (perhaps she believes she can’t be extradited from South Australia – she was never much of a lawyer, though, according to her sister in The Age, she is an avid reader of crime novels), make a list of the skeletons in the closets of her erstwhile friends, knit and plot her affirmative action come-back.
“At a staff party at The Lodge on the night she was replaced, Ms Gillard urged her supporters not to white-ant the new leadership, reportedly telling them ‘shit happens’ in politics.” She did not say, or at least it has not been reported, “Make it happen.” In any case, her reheated replacement is quite capable of doing it all by himself.
With the harm she had done to the Australian people and to the Australia’s reputation one would expect that a semi-decent person would crawl into a hole and disappear forever. Of course, it still would be a very comfortable hole, considering that as a former prime minister, she is entitled to an office, a small staff, 40 free domestic flights a year (with spouse), free home and mobile phones, a private car and other benefits. However, as no decent or even semi-decent person would have done what she had done, it is all academic. By the way, if you are aware of any politicians who, bit by a conscience, renounced his or her post-career, taxpayers’ funded benefits, let me know. Well, when you vote for the scum of the earth, you get the scum of the earth.
Her “plight” and flight from responsibility reminded me of the Profumo Affair from the seventies. Estimable Mark Steyn republished his essay about it a few days ago. [Doing a decent thing] For those too young to remember: A party at Lord Astors country house in July 1961, Yevgeny Ivanov, a USSR naval attache (for the young a naïve – a KGB spy) and a very good friend of Christine Keeler a call girl (seen left), the Right Honorable John Profumo, Her Majesty’s Secretary of State for War, inevitable sex between the last two, inevitable resignation of the last named after the British tabloid press found out or was told by MI5, resignation of the Prime Minister Harold Macmillan, and eventually his successor, Lord Home.
Nothing new under the sun, one would say, except for the subsequent decent behaviour by Profumo, whose guilt and possible damage to the Great Britain’s interests was negligible compared to the damage ex-Prime Minister Julia Gillard had done to Australia. Profumo lied only once (Mark Steyn):
“Oh what have you done?” said Christine.
“You have ruined the party machine.
To lie in the nude
May be terribly rude
But to lie in the House is obscene.”
In other words, Jack Profumo was done in by the “I did not have sexual relations with that woman” moment. Whether or not President Clinton should have suffered the same fate for his finger-wagging, it would doubtless have been merely a temporary retreat before reemergence for a full-scale redemption-by-talk-show tour, doing the flawed-but-all-too-human shtick to Larry and Oprah, explaining how he’d conquered his demons and how you can conquer yours, too, with the help of his new self-help video, etc. The advance from Random House probably wouldn’t have been any bigger, but the book would have been at least partially readable.
John Profumo didn’t do any of that. There was no comeback, and no attempt at one. He accepted that his career was ruined and never sought public sympathy. As extraordinary as his downfall was, the aftermath was unique. On June 5th 1963 he resigned from the government, from Parliament and from the Queen’s Privy Council. Not long afterwards, he contacted Toynbee Hall, a charitable mission in the East End of London, and asked whether they needed any help. He started washing dishes and helping with the children’s playgroup, and he stayed for 40 years. He disappeared amid the grimy tenements of east London and did good works till he died. And, with the exception of one newspaper article to mark Toynbee Hall’s centenary, he never said another word in public again. [full interesting article]
We can only wish. And now we have as the Prime Minister Mr Integrity himself.