Would a prostitute lie for money in an interview?
Well, it’s what prostitutes do. They feign arousal or amusement or enjoyment or intellectual interest as the customer requires. The paying customer. For sixty thousand dollars, they might sign a stat dec saying this or that if a customer, a paying customer, Channel 9 for instance, wanted this or that sincerely said. They might go down on you as well, or allow unprotected penetration. (See Careless Love for details. The offered variety is copiously impressive. And none of it is true.)
Craig is right in objecting to this process and the people driving it. A man as vividly familiar with Asian cat-houses as Christopher Pyne (if that indeed is the case, and I may be terribly wrong, it is just my impression) is feigning moral shock, Mr Speaker, moral shock, Mr Slipper, I mean Madam Deputy Speaker, and relying on a Sydney strumpet to uplift his image in the land.
And so is Tony Abbott, who refused to accompany his pregnant girl friend to the altar and arranged that her baby be sent to Western Australia while he became a priest ‘not as celibate as I should have been’ after being arraigned on a charge of sexual assault and breaking Joe Hockey’s jaw (see how easy it is to make a genial, clever, pious, prayerful, bead-clicking man seem otherwise), and it isn’t working. It isn’t working any more.
He’s done his dash, I fear. He’s shown himself to be the sneering schoolyard bully many women feared he was.
And their vote is gone for good.
And it’s a pity.