After Abbott had another dumb, dumb, hectic day that went viral across the world and had to apologise for it, or sort of apologize for it, for his having accused the Prime Minister of childlessness and ignorance and fear of nappies, his friends O’Farrell and Baillieu conspired to shift the public gaze away from him. They had police arrive in Bateau Bay and ask Craig Thomson, now thought innocent of everything, if he had incriminating papers in his house or office he hadn’t burned or shredded and would he now unveil them please. Kate McClymont, who distressed and abashed my family once with a needless noisome targeted smear, was coincidentally there and so was Ray Hadley, on holiday adjacently but soon agog and huffing and puffing on the street outside.
Thus it is, and so it goes, that the television headlines tonight will not be about Abbott’s latest cock-up going viral and incensing western womanhood and making him unelectable, but about some cops once again smearing someone Abbott thinks even viler than himself, and a worse rat with women than even he, who left his pregnant fiancee at the altar and became a priest.
What a coincidence.