…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
Astute readers may have discerned by reading between the lines that I am not a particular admirer of the Labor. The Australian Labor Party tries very hard that I remain so.
For example, one of their former leaders, instead of being locked up in a caring institution under sedation, writes vicious diatribes which are actually published in the Fairfax’s The Financial Review. If the media had their way in 2004, and not the voters, he would be a Prime Minister of Australia,
It is not a shame to suffer from a fragile mental health, but in my humble opinion it ought to be treated by some other method than an aggression relief on the pages of a national newspaper. Unfortunately for Australia, the leading Labor party people are all lathams. We now may leave Gillard alone, and hopefully she will do so likewise and will not re-enter politics. But that Rudd!
At one stage Prime Ministerial Rudd solemnly announced that he had to suspend his survival fight, i.e. election campaigning in order to join Barrack Hussain Obama in saving Syria from the fate worse than death and then, cool as a cucumber, immediately suspended his Syria salvation struggle, presumably leaving Obama with his finger over the ‘undo’ button on hold, and had himself flown to his home in Brisbane to cook falafel for the aging Labor propagandist Crabb and her pathetic Kitchen cabinet ABC-TV entertainment show. What statesmanship! I was half expecting to see him on the cover of the Women’s Weekly knitting gas masks for Syrian children.
“Chaos” and “late” are the two words most frequently used to describe Rudd’s campaign.
On Monday afternoon for instance, camera crews were told to assemble at Circular Quay for a Prime Ministerial picture opportunity.
After waiting more than 90 minutes, during which time Rudd conducted an interview with the ABC’s youth radio station Triple J, the waiting crews were told he would not be arriving. No explanation.
No one expects sympathy for the media. But there is talk of other, far less forgivable delays, such as Aborigines in Arnhem land kept waiting for three hours for Rudd to arrive for a brief stump speech, soldiers in full kit in Townsville languishing for two hours in 35 degree heat.
The delays are chronic and inexplicable, often involving Rudd sitting in his VIP RAAF jet… “
Perhaps he is getting a pep talk from his psychiatrist, longer and longer each time…
His gestures are so glaringly inappropriate and especially in the last leaders’ debate they were so robotically jerky that I was trying to think of a drug which would produce such a side effect.
As if Rudd’s personal faults on their own were not enough to lose the Labor the elections, some saboteurs in the Labor Party, possibly the Julia’s [francs-tireurs] came up with an idea that Labor can win on Trust, Economy and Character; the worst three platforms they possibly could have picked up. If it is not a sabotage than it shows the absolute disconnect of the party apparatchiks from the voters.
A character issue was disposed of by Abbott’s memorable retort: If you want to know my character, ask my colleagues. If you want to know Mr Rudd’s character, ask his colleagues.”
The Party’s deceptive behaviour is so ingrained that the Labor candidates use decades old pictures of themselves in their electoral material and shamelessly lie about anything under the sun. They know they can rely on a partly docile and mostly deep Red media. Whether it is Murdoch’s media ownership (it is not 70%), the coalition proposed budget “ten billion black hole”, (a nonsense) or all other lies, these are shamelessly and unquestioningly repeated and magnified by the 90% of our main stream media. Luckily not by all.
“COSTINGSGATE—Kevin Rudd’s last desperate, despicable, and all too totally in character throw of the dice—doesn’t have quite the same instantaneous shredding of any remaining credibility that Ralph Willis’s flourishing of a forged letter had in similar circumstances in 1996.
But what Rudd did is actually far worse. It announces that he is totally unfit for office…”
“This is the biggest story of the election… This is a multiple humiliation. It exposes Rudd and his economic ministers for making exaggerated and unjustified claims. It reveals that public service chiefs believe their advice to government has been misrepresented for political purposes in the election. And it undermines the only shot Rudd had left in his election locker: his negative campaign based on Coalition costings…
As for Rudd’s positive campaign, it has become increasingly haphazard and bizarre. Consider this list: relocation of naval assets from Sydney, populist alarms on foreign investment in land, recruitment of the Syrian crisis to attack Abbott’s character, raising high-speed east coast rail by 2035 and a special economic zone for the Northern Territory…”
Rudd had only the health event scheduled in Darwin on Saturday, but a surprise stop at the Parap markets was soon added to the itinerary. Nothing like a few selfies to lift the mood and the video footage.
The PM was crowded and at times, crushed, by locals, as he sampled coconut rough fudge (he made sure he bought some for son Marcus) and toured the stalls selling indigenous art, candles and spices.
Among the barely contained chaos, he was especially keen to see seven-year-old Virginia, who shares a last name with the Prime Minister, giving her a ‘’cuddle’’ from ‘’one Rudd to another’’.
And The Age, of course, shows that cuddle at the link, with Rudd nearly burying himself in the girl’s arms.
We’ll, maybe that was not actually a complete coincidence… Virginia is the daughter of the NT Labor Opposition’s chief of staff.”
The Fairfax Media analysis comes as reports emerge of Prime Minister Kevin Rudd’s behind-the-scenes fury at how events have soured for him. According to several sources, his travelling party has witnessed familiar outbursts of anger and a growing cranky demeanour from the PM, while campaign headquarters in Melbourne is at a low ebb. Staff members who have dared to voice opinions and challenge strategies have been removed, leaving a sense of distrust and insecurity among those remaining.”
It resembles the last days of the national socialist comrade Hitler. But you can bet your bottom dollar that the future leader of the Australian Labor Party will be a pea from the same mouldy and toxic pod. As Julia Gillard said, “we are us”. They are all lathams.