Today, December 5th, 2013, future historians will note, was the day ‘the partial renationalisation of Qantas’ became a thinkable notion, a plausible option, and Australia changed.
If it is done the partial nationalisation of Holden will follow, and Cottees, and Berlei, and those iconic brand names that made us, in old times, catch our breath, and the old, wise way of partial socialism in a thinly peopled continent will resurrect itself, return to life, and things will be better for all.
It is wrong that any money made by Qantas go to foreigners, or any money made milking cows in Tasmania, or digging up Western Australia. Yet many politicians, calling this ‘investment’, Labor included, have applauded this haemorrhaging of our country’s good, as if any money that went overseas and not here, into our national coffers, made any sense.
Of course it doesn’t. Particularly money from Qantas, whose reputation for safety (it’s still never ‘crairshed’) was achieved by Australians exclusively, and is now eroded, by the only gay thick Irishman in two hundred years.
Qantas should never have been sold off, and Keating, a smart semi-Irishman, stands condemned by history as a wrecker of our economy and an underminer of our finest sons and daughters the pilots, engineers, luggage handlers and stewards, our best international advertisement ever, who lost their jobs in due course to listless undermotivated ill-trained Asian slackers, on planes that soon started to fall out of the sky but never, luckily, hit the ground.
People think Keating should be forgiven for this, because he has charm and a keen command of dated slang but I do not. He made it fashionable to sell off anything Australian and good and pack off its profits to foreign ingrates in order to balance a Budget, or ease pressure on some bottom line, somewhere.
He should apologise for this, and come out in favour of the renationalisation of this, his worst mistake.
I invite him to use these columns to do so. Or debate me any time, anywhere on why he will not.