Gerard this morning asserts that Gillard’s deal with Slipper was unnecessary, that she had the numbers anyway, 76 to 74. He nowhere in his article mentions Craig Thomson, or Abbott’s refusal to pair him if he wasn’t sick enough, even to let him attend his wife’s difficult childbirth or, if it happened, his baby’s funeral.
Nor does he say that any MP sick or in a grounded plane or travelling, like Smith, to a warfront could be refused a pair by the capricious Liberals who might then bring on a vote of No confidence at any time and win it.
As always, Gerard minimises the situation and moves the goalposts to make Labor seem like jumpy fools. 76 to 74 is not a dangerous fix to be in, how could it be? he asks. Pig’s foot it’s not. Greiner found similar numbers fatal; Obama in the Health Care vote found them very scary and worth fundamental compromise; Gordon Brown in 2010 enough to lose office by.
But no, no, Julia need not have worried. What a friend she had in Gerard, that semi-supernatural comforter with a voice so like that of Kevin Rudd.
What an innumerate smug Papist Christ-eating dill he is.
For the eighteenth year I ask him to debate me on any subject, any time, anywhere.