Two days is a long time in politics. Two days ago there were no conspiracies. Now it seems likely Kathy Jackson conspired with Marco Solano and others to set Craig up with prostitutes and wreck his life and career.
Two days ago most people thought Tony Abbott would be Prime Minister soon. Now six million people think him ‘unfit to be an M.P.’
At ten a.m. on Monday it was clear that Craig was gone for all money. It is likely now, though not certain, that he could win his seat as an Independent.
Two days ago we were in a global free market, which all the significant party leaders supported. Now Paul Howes has spoken, and protectionism is once more being talked of with conviction, and popular already with eighty percent of the nation.
Two days ago NATO was in Afghanistan for the long haul. Now France has pulled out of it, and ‘long haul’ has been redefined.
Two days ago it was plain that the Gillard Government was so stenched with scandal it could not survive till even the end of the year. The stench has shifted now, and Pyne and Abbott and Brough and Ashby and Mirabella are in it, and the Government will go its full term, and fight an election, probably, against Morrison or Turnbull not Abbott and win it.
Two days ago it was possible for some though not many to argue that Julie Bishop would make a better Foreign Minister than Bob Carr. Now Schapelle Corby is coming back, and that moment has passed.
At ten a.m. on Monday Bob Ellis was not fit to be seen with, a slovenly grub no respectable person like Henderson or Birmingham would ever debate in a public place. Now he is known to be a speechwriter for the Governor-General, and esteemed by her, and in line, perhaps, for honours akin to those of the great Lionel Logue, his hero, and even a knighthood perhaps, on the Queen’s hundredth birthday, and back until then on The Drum Unleashed.
Two days ago Ellis writing of ‘The Innocence Of Craig Thomson’ was thought the act of a fool. He now seems in the loop, and on the money, and prescient and wise.
Two days ago Ellis was still in his mind a friend of Abbott, and thought of him affectionately. He is of that mind no longer.
At ten a.m on Monday our democracy was in danger of a kind of Inquisition run by the passionate Catholics Abbott and Pyne and Mirabella against the Protestants and agnostics Thomson, Slipper, Carr and Faulkner. Now that danger has passed.
These forty-eight hours have smashed for certain the bookies’ odds that Abbott will make it into the Lodge whenever the election is called, or forced, or held at the last moment, in January, 2014.
These forty-eight hours have shown that you never know.