I wrote the piece below this one before I heard of the Pyne-Abbott scramble for the exit — in a scene reminiscent of Death At A Funeral — and the Deputy Speaker saying ‘No way’ and pratfalls and foam pies and consternation everywhere at 9.15 this morning.
It hastens the end of Abbott and Pyne who have days not weeks now in their present positions and a lifetime of tearing their hair soon coming, and guarantees a vote of 49 percent in the Nielsen Poll (the honest one) on Monday.
And it shows as well that one of the shrewdest politicians in the building is Craig Thomson. On the gibbet with the noose around his neck when asked if he had any last requests he with one bound sprang free and sword-fought the villains to a standstill, heard their blubbering pleas for mercy and slit their throats.
Not since Errol Flynn in Captain Blood has there been a more dashing performance, a more pleasing punchline, a more uproarious double assassination of a couple of creeps or a nicer start to the day.
Now he belongs to the ages.