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ReachTel/Murdoch Tasmanian Figures False, As Always

Cheating as always, ReachTel finds 47.4 percent of Tasmanians voting Liberal, 23.6 percent Labor, 18.2 percent Greens and 6.7 PUP. Machines rang landlines on Thursday, late shopping night, while the Debate was proceeding, and got those uninterested in it, and not on a mobile, and not preparing dinner, or still at work, or driving home, and, sure enough, these underoccupied nonagenarians favoured the Liberals.

Similar machine-Thursday-landline polling in August by Lonergan, ReachTel and Galaxy had Rudd, Swan, Clare, Burke, Bowen, Dreyfus and Albo losing their seats.

Adjusting accordingly, therefore, along lines of their past error, and noting how well Gidding did in the Debate, and her support last night for a reopened asylum seeker ‘facility’ in Tasmania, I predict the result next week will be Liberals 35.2, Labor 33.4, Greens 20.5 and PUP 10.9 and a Giddings-McKim government, commanding 14 seats, formed by April 10.

That the poll would be taken DURING the Debate is a measure of Skynews’ frantic mendacity. Any later and the one in four undecided would have begun to decide.

It is time, surely, time these criminals were charged with fraud, and Murdoch immured in Port Arthur for the term of his natural life.

Murdoch, Tottering

On Sky News tonight Abbott’s first six months was trenchantly assessed by…his sister. She said she couldn’t for the life of her think of anything he’d done wrong except, maybe…just maybe…not having enough women in his ministry. The host, Chris Kenny, said Scott Ludlam saying he was a racist (no, he didn’t) and a homophobe (doesn’t want gays to marry, looks like he is) and going after unions (always has) was wrong, and a scandalous way to talk of our Prime Minister, he should show more respect, we all should show more respect…

No Labor figure was invited onto this programme, this half-birthday party, only a glumly tongue-tied Jack The Insider, itching to say more, showing how scared Murdoch’s getting lately. He does not any more have a dissenting voice on this show lest the landslide rumbling down on the government this week turns into an avalanche. After NDIS, Gonski, Broadband, Holden, Ardmona, Manus, Qantas, and now the WorkChoices ghost who walks and, oh yes, the cold war with Indonesia, the audible contempt of China and the UN saying we’re like North Korea sometimes there is no, repeat no, Abbott good news and Rupert, fingers in ears, is going la, la, la as any cult leader tends to when archangels don’t front and the seas don’t part, on schedule.

It must be hard for PVO and Kieran Gilbert and Kenny, who are not without intelligence, to endure the contempt of their peers and look forward to gaol terms like Rebekah’s but they must, like Faust, I suppose, take the rough with the smooth.

It will take a while but Newscorp by 2050 will seem as ghastly and silly as the Ku Klux Klan.

And so it goes.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (119)

Murdoch’s poll Galaxy showed 67 percent wanted ‘a fresh election’ to ‘get a workable Senate’. This was a criticism of PUP, Galaxy said. The ‘fresh election’ option, however, could also be read as people wanting Abbott gone, which all polls — and most showed him trailing Shorten, a result unprecedented in world history — lately indicated. The voters were ‘tired of the soap opera’, Galaxy declared. You bet you am.

The handsome Dutchman Andrew Bolt, a Liberal voter, became confused when alleging that Margaret Thatcher, once an ‘alarmist’ on global warming, later changed her mind; and those Tories — Gummer, Deben, Yeo — who had lately called Abbott an ‘eccentric, baffling flat-earther’ were mere left-over midgets from her era and not worth listening to. ‘The earth’s atmosphere hasn’t warmed for 16 years,’ he declaimed, in the hottest Queensland November in eighteen thousand years, and the science, though all but unanimous across the globe, was ‘very uncertain indeed’.

He said ‘Malvolio’ Hartcher was wrong to speak of ‘a towering international indignation’ at Abbott’s eccentric belief that Christ, not global warming, would ‘burn up the earth in the latter day’, and charged that the ‘adolescent country’ gibe in the LA Times was by ‘a former Fairfax colleague of Hartcher’s from Melbourne’ — a fact which outweighed, of course, of course, the opinion of four billion Chinese, Americans, Indians and Europeans, and rendered the whole lot of them ‘foolish and misguided’. That’s telling ‘em, Andrew.

He also branded as ‘Lefties and luvvies…of the Socialist Alliance’ those speakers — Ludlam, Dempster, Plibersek — who defended the ABC at the Sydney demonstration. These, however, were three of ten people most favoured to be Prime Minister, each outscoring Tony Abbott — as Palmer did, and the Malcolms Turnbull and Fraser, Bill Shorten and Bob Carr — speaking up for an institution most voters, and most Liberal voters, wanted unchanged; wanted, indeed, more money for. ‘Lefties and luvvies’ he called them. That’s telling ‘em, Andrew.

An Ipsos Poll showed selling the poles and wires was opposed by 64 percent and Baird, who wanted to do this, favoured by 57 percent and his party by 54 percent. The poll, however, was taken in part on Saturday, when many landline respondents were at the ABC demonstration, and showed Labor, which wins in NSW with 48 percent, within two points of seizing power. It was also taken, in part, on Thursday and Friday, when Obeid and McDonald were charged with corruption, and ten Liberals not yet had been.

This result, though, was achieved by allocating preferences as they did in 2011. When asked what their actual preferences were, this year, Labor got 49 percent, and won outright by four seats.

Mark Scott, a Liberal voter, decimated the ABC (‘decimate’ means ‘kill one soldier in ten’) instead of asking from each taxpayer five dollars to keep it going the way it was. Among those liquidated was Quentin Dempster, destroyer of Bjelke-Petersen and fearless foe of corruption in any jurisdiction. The ABC Adelaide production house, one arm of Don Dunstan’s dream, was mulched, thus ensuring Pyne would lose his seat, and some Victorian facilities, thus ensuring Napthine would be immolated on Saturday.

Question Time occurred. In a ferocious attack, Bill Shorten accused Abbott of lying about cuts to the ABC and Abbott said they were not cuts they were ‘efficiency measures’. Jason Clare, quoting Charles Laughton, asked him, ‘Were you lying then, are you lying now, or are you just a chronic and habitual LIAR?’

Gina Rinehart, a Liberal voter, cursed her children for wanting some of her five hundred hundred billion dollars. She had ‘worked hard’, she said to earn her fifty thousand dollars an hour, and they had not. Few photos exist of her working underground with a pick, and it is widely thought the she lives luxuriously drinking cocktails by the swmming pool and there accepting, occasionally, a million dollar cheque from her grateful shareholders.

Andrew Robb insulted Obama also. It is to be wondered if America would send in troops now to assist us against, say, an Indonesian invasion.

And so it went.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (117)

Julie Bishop said Obama should not have mentioned ‘our’ Barrier Reef as it was none of his business, and, though it was daily dwindling, ‘our’ efforts to save it, though utterly unsuccessful, were ‘state of the art’. ‘We have one of the jewels of the planet,’ she said, ‘and what we do with it is none of the planet’s business.’

A mild-mannered Saudi megabillionaire who favours beheading female motorists, Prince Alaweel bin Talal, withdrew his boardroom support from Rupert Murdoch, a Liberal voter, after his Australian operation’s profits fell by 21 percent and foreboded the end, perhaps of all his newspaper titles in ‘that benighted continent’, as the Prince described it. It also seemed Rupert, now well into his ninth decade and running out of food-tasters and grateful children, might be asked to take his pistol to the billiard room and ‘do the right thing’ very soon by shareholders utterly sick of him.

In response to this he commanded his editorialists Australia-wide to call for the end of the ABC. Though 82 percent of Australians thought it should get more money, the editorialists thought, or were commanded to think, it a heinous waste of billions, unlike the search for MH 370 which had the same budget, and the five dollars a year each taxpayer forked over for the services now to to be abolished was ‘a cappuccino too far’; though the gutting of the Adelaide ABC was thought by Christopher Pyne, a Liberal voter, ‘a bit much, my mentally challenged children need it.’ Hockey told him to go fuck himself.

The greatest orator in history, Barack Obama, was criticised by Gerard Henderson, a craven Papist early dementia sufferer grovelling under the dictates of Murdoch spin-blitherers, for his already immortal speech, in Brisbane, to some students on the world’s future. ‘This celebrity President,’ he sneered, had got an ‘unjust standing ovation’ for his premonitions of planetary disaster ‘though the world’s temperatures had not risen for two decades’ in a speech he gave on Brisbane’s hottest November 16 in eighteen thousand years. The President should have showed ‘better manners,’ he added, and not mentioned the world calamity of the Barrier Reef as it was ‘none of his business.’ Gerard Henderson is an angry, forgetful old man still working for the CIA or some adjacent subfascist entity who eats the living Christ on Sundays and refuses to say where his money comes from.

Three thousand ageing humanists gathered in Sydney to protest the crippling of ‘our spare university’, the ABC. One of Scott’s proposed assassinees, Quentin Dempster, listed the news programmes, along with his, which would be throttled on Monday. Geoff Morell named the dramas — Redfern Now, The Slap, Grass Roots — now outside the bounds of ‘Team Australia’ which would have no artistic descendants. Little Pattie spoke of the stories which would not now, after Monday, be told. Denis Napthine, a Liberal voter, cursed Abbott for what he was doing to regional broadcasting. Christopher Pyne sobbed into his red-spotted handkerchief. ‘If ah’d known it invahlved this,’ he said, ‘ah’d never have gone into politics.’

In her final address to the UN Security Council from the chair of that august international entity, Julie Bishop inadvertently cursed Australia for immuring ebola sufferers in their own infectious countries and not letting them come to Australia. The auteur of this fool policy, Scott Morrison, fell foaming and speaking in tongues while upbraiding her for thus upbraiding him before a global audience.

It was thought she was not in her perfect mind. She had since her promotion to Foreign Minister scolded the Chinese, the Indonesians, the Liberians, Doctors Without Borders, the East Timorese, the Russians and, lately, Barack Obama for not doing what she told them to. It was hoped her latest lover, the ‘property investor’, was not putting something in her drink, or her first lover Lightfoot, the prominent thundering racist, wreaking chemical vengeance on her for leaving him, or her constant poignant wooer ‘Malvolio’ Hartcher, whose praise for her in his column had lately cooled a little. For she was behaving very oddly. ‘It is good, when you are Foreign Minister,’ said Plibersek, her opposite number, ‘to remember what your foreign policy is.’ And then she fell about laughing attractively.

And so concluded another day in the life of the worst free-elected government in history, since Democracy’s invention in 934 in Iceland.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (116)

Julie Bishop attacked Obama for liking the Barrier Reef and wanting his daughters and granddaughters to go there. Its destruction was none of his business, she said, and he was lucky people of ‘his uncertain skin tone’ were allowed to go there. A UK Tory Minister for Energy called Abbott a ‘flat earther’ on climate change. Mark Scott said he would decimate the ABC and might close down some country services and lose the Nationals some seats. Abbott promised to revive his struck-down laws that allowed financial advisors to swindle and bankrupt their customers.

The price of iron went down, and sent Joe’s deficit up to fifty billion dollars, near twice Wayne Swan’s. Denis Shanahan, a Liberal voter, said he understood everyone’s ‘fury’ at Obama liking the Barrier Reef. Simon Benson called Obama’s speech to the uni students a ‘stunt’. Abbott appeared with Hollande and said exultantly, ‘Global warming is real, and we will give not a penny to its mitigation.’

Tens of thousands planned to protest, in city parks, the bollocking of the ABC. Dempster, who assisted in the destruction of Bjelke-Petersen, and Margaret Throsby, host of the best radio programme in the world, seemed to be in the cross-hairs of the New Cromwellian Committee Of Public Safety, and a ‘rethinking’ of 7.30 along lines of A Current Affair. Amazed that much of the Adelaide ABC might be erased from world memory Christopher Pyne, already ‘cruising for a bruising’ in his ‘swinging’ seat in the Hills, where vacuous bisexuals watched Micalleff chuckling with incomprehension, beseeched Mark Scott, who detested him, to save Adelaide, and redemptively decimate Ultimo, where simmering Trotskyists like Tony Jones infected with their marinating Marxist ebola semi-comatose Baby Boomers.

Scott appeared before the Senate, murmuring sacrifices had to be made, and he like Abraham would slaughter his firstborn if need be in suburbs and towns where Liberals would lose many seats in the backwash of national rage. Jason Clare appeared now and then, looking honourable and charismatic, and said Abbott had lied about cuts while Cormann said ‘Zey wair nert certs, zay wair mere adjewstments to ze bertterm line.’ Revulsion grew across the nation. A moment seemed to have arrived when we, the people, became like Howard Beale ‘mad as hell and we’re not going to take it any more.’

Colin Barnett said he was ethnic cleansing a hundred Aboriginal communities, or perhaps a hundred andfifty, but wouldn’t say which hundred, or hundred and fifty. People whose relatives had been in the same place for fifty-five thousand years were afraid they would be ‘relocated’, like weeping Vietnamese once were, to the outskirts of hostile towns and begged for mercy. Barnett said he wasn’t sure how many peoples he would drive to grief, death and extinction, or when he would say whch ones he had thus pricked down, but he blamed Abbott for the whole thing, saying it was his tyrannous parsimony that was to blame for this ‘needless extinguishment of suffering people’, and he hoped he would ‘fry in hell’ for it.

Julie Bishop said Obama was lying, and we were looking after our Reef very well, and he should apologising for having thus deceived impressionable undergraduates, who did he think he was? Told he was our most powerful ally, she said, ‘Don’t make me laugh’, and beamed at the yellow-stockinged and cross-gartered ‘Malvolio’ Hartcher, whose heart surged with new love, and drank another thin glass of champagne. ‘Who does he think he is? ‘ she repeated. Uppity half-breed.

Morgan showed Andrews-Labor going up to 55, though Murdoch’s Galaxy showed it coming down to 52. In the Morgan, Andrews led Napthine as preferred Premier for the first time. His victory would mean 41 percent of Australians lived under Labor rule, and Palaczsczuk’s victory, now certain, would make that 51 percent. In each state, the swinging voters would say it was Abbott that turned them to Labor.

And so it went.

Today’s Newspoll

Murdoch’s p2 Newspoll, distributing Palmer’s preferences as if he still favoured the Liberals, and ringing only landlines, showed Abbott nine hundred thousand votes behind Shorten as preferred Prime Minister, a margin without precedent in Australian history, and the Coalition 1.4 million behind Labor federally.

These numbers, so disastrous they are not reprinted in The Daily Telegraph, can only mean that Abbott will be overthrown by a Global Warming True Believer, Turnbull or Dutton, or Robb perhaps, in the near future. The Obama speech to the uni students blew Abbott out of the water, and his plea for coal made him a global laughing-stock, and even Alan Jones cursed him for the half billion he spent on a copper-thronged conference in which he scrubbed up not as a maestro but a whack-head and a clown.

I could be wrong, but his fate is surely sealed. He has no credibility any more, in any room he is in, and several conspirators are busily at work on his extinction, and there may, just may be, a new Prime Minister by Australia Day.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (111)

Abbott amazed the nations by saying nothing happened here before the white man came, and Putin, a cradle Communist, ‘pined for the glories of Czarist Russia’, with its illiterate peasantry, vapid aristocracy and ‘holy fool’ religiosity. He thus showed himself to be more ignorant than any ruler since Idi Amin, who fed some members of his Ministry to the palace crocodiles and ate at least one of them himself. Barnett echoed his foolishness by closing down a hundred Aboriginal communities and craftily blaming him for it. It was expected hundreds of Indigenous children would die prematurely because of this cruel fresh act of ethnic cleansing, and this, on top of the children sentenced to Nauru for a hundred years by Morrison made the Abbott Government a subject of appalled concern to the UN and a hissing and a byword among the civilised nations.

These nations then arrived in Brisbane, and began to humiliate Abbott with planned efficiency. Obama cursed him before an audience of billions, claiming he ‘produced a lot of carbon’, was not doing his bit in the fight against ebola, and wasn’t employing enough women. Abbott responding said carbon was a very, very good thing, so good he had abolished a tax on it, and appalled his international guests by whingeing that his efforts to punish sick old women for getting sick were not being applauded through the Senate by his enemies, nor were his plans to punish with lifelong debt poor uni students for seeking an education. Their aghast expressions indicated they thought he had become insane, and Milne said he had ‘made a fool of himself’ and so did the panellists on Agenda and Insiders.

It was feared there would be big, horrid headlines about this, and a rumour was confected by the Murdochists that Putin was in a snit and leaving early which they hoped would overwhelm the story of Abbott’s evident nervous breakdown.This almost worked, and was by dawn ferociously denied. Plibersek was not allowed to go to the G20, though thousands were, ‘gender, and politics’ being the actual, though not the stated reason. Sensing he was now the Prime Minister-in-waiting, Skynews Agenda gave Shorten a warm, attentive interview in which he genially and gracefully called Abbott ‘weird’.

Hockey said the US-China deal was a ‘mirage’. Mike Seccombe said California had already got its emissions down by 20 percent and would have them down by 50 percent in 2030, and that it wasn’t a mirage, it could be done. Hockey said climate change would have no effect on any economy, not even when bushfires immolated entire states and coastal suburbs were submerged, and Cassidy’s jaw dropped to his knee. The hottest November 16 in Brisbane’s history underlined, among other things, that Abbott had run out of luck.

A Liberal candidate thought to have beaten his wife in Pennsylvania, John Varano, resigned his candidacy in a safe Labor seat in Victoria, two weeks before an election Labor was already judged ikely to win. Though said by a court to be innocent as charged the Murdochists, now favouring Labor, printed the rumour anyway.

Julian Burnside, interviewed on RN, said witnesses of the murder of Reza Berati had been promised residence on mainland Australia if they ‘withdrew their evidence’. Though twelve men had a part in the murder of this large, kindly homosexual university graduate, no-one was currently on trial for it, or in gaol for it, And Morrison said Burnside, a Peace Prize winner, was ‘lying’.

And so it went.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (103)

Dennis Shanahan, a Liberal voter, proposed that Abbott be replaced by Julie Bishop, a divorced, childless, asbestos-funded advocate of mesothelioma who would, he said, ‘bring back the women’s vote’ when it was revealed her first lover, Ross Lightfoot, was a racist ranting thicko. Mark Rutte, a Dutchman, claimed he now knew what ‘shirtfront’ meant, but did not know if the Russians or the Ukrainians shot down MH 17, and he would wait for the experts’ verdict. He’d had no trouble seeing Putin, but was humorously unsurprised to hear that Abbott ‘couldn’t get an appointment.’

All hope of Napthine winning vanished from the headlines. It was thought by Lonergan Polling that the Greens would pick up two Labor seats in Victoria. Lonergan last year predicted Rudd, Swan, Burke, Bowen, Clare and Dreyfus would lose their seats in landslides. They did it by ringing on Late Shopping Nights the landlines of the Menzies generation and the Liberals liked what these nonagenarians reported and were wrong in every case.

Jacqui Lambie, a famously battle-bruised military person, said she would vote down all Abbott-Hockey legislation till they stopped persecuting our Diggers, and asked all veterans to ‘turn their backs’ on Liberal speakers on Remembrance Day next week. This made her, not Palmer, the one whom Hockey must persuade, with free universities perhaps, to let his lunatic Budget, or parts of it, through the Senate and he didn’t see how he could do this. The RSL and everyone over seventy were on her side, and it now seemed he and Abbott might have to call a Double Dissolution they would certainly lose and ruin the Liberal Party forever since there was now no other option.

Soldiers continued to live well in Dubai and not to go to Iraq. It was hoped they would get there soon, before Baghdad fell to crucifying fanatics who might then behead them on YouTube. Abbott went to Beijing hoping to ‘shirtfront’ Putin who was contemptuously evading his advances.

Noel Pearson was compared to Martin Luther King for hailing Whitlam’s Indigenous policies in ‘the best Australian speech ever’. Andrew Bolt was denounced for denouncing Whitlam while he was still warm, Miranda Devine for alleging Whitlam had boasted he was ‘a Westie made good’, as grave a mistake as calling John F. Kennedy ‘a poor white Southern trailer-trash low-life loser’. She was never that good at fact-checking — believing, for instance, that Christ ‘rose from the dead’ — but very beautiful and consequently overpaid.

Gerard Henderson cursed the ABC for putting on men who ‘attacked the Liberal Party from the right’, Leyonhjelm and Berg. It was wrong, in his view, to attack the Liberal Party at all, on a ‘balanced’ broadcaster. The Liberal Party, after all, got almost 30 percent of the vote sometimes, and Labor and the Greens between them a mere 50 percent, which meant the Liberal Party, the underdog, on a ‘balanced’ broadcaster… Henderson found himself not wanted any more on Insiders after calling a fellow panellist corrupt, and his Newscorps pay packet shrinking weekly. ‘He’s always been an idiot,’ a Murdoch editor said, ‘but he used to conceal it better.’ More to come.

‘This Old Man’

(First published by Independent Australia)

For a time it seemed Rudd must sit beside Gillard, but it was soon sorted, and they sat, eyes averted, two apart. Keating, entering, with Annita, got huge applause, Hawke with Blanche less so, Penny Wong and her ‘spouse’ a great deal, Garrett a little more, Gillard a vast, standing ovation. Silence greeted Howard and Janette. Abbott, unaccompanied, materialised in the front row, from, it seemed, a secret entrance, having been booed out on the street.

Jill Wran was there. Albo and Carmel, Deputy Premier and Deputy Prime Minister, man and wife. John Brown. Smith and Swan. Menadue. Spigelman. Two Fergusons. Les Johnson and Doug McClelland. Barry Jones, famous now since 1948, irrepressible, buoyant, grizzled. Phillip Adams, looking as he did since he was twenty-five. Bob Carr. Latham not there of course; of course. Like Hemingway, he never forgave a favour.

Huge pipe organ music as the tall Family entered, a ‘flotilla of Whitlams’ I used to call them, fewer now. From the upper level, near the front, I could see all the faces, like a perfect stained glass window of a gathering of sainted worthies, in a Labor sacred site, the Sydney Town Hall, where, six months ago, Nifty’s coffin had lain, and his daughter, now on a charge of murder, had spoken over him, quoting Shakespeare.

There was the national anthem and Kerry O’Brien came forward, tawny and mild-mannered, Steve McQueen-like, as always, and I remembered how, on the day of the Sacking, he, beside me in the Press Gallery, had said ‘Let slip the dogs of war’. He told of working on Gough’s last campaign, the energy, the detail, the generosity, the fury, the joy. And there was a welcome to country, and a potent didgeridoo, and then…Freudenberg.

The years melted away and I remembered Freudy in 1977 after Gough resigned saying, ‘I’m, what, forty-two, and my life is over. It ended tonight.’ I remembered how ten years ago, after a lunch with Geoff Shaw, Gough said, ‘Lend me a shoulder, comrade,’ and, leaning on Freudy, walked from the building, linked forever to his collaborator and chronicler, messiah and apostle hobbling together into the bright glow of history.

Freudy’s speech, and his delivery of it, showed the great orator the Legislative Assembly lost when the Labor Party, in its wisdom, nominated Eddie Obeid instead. Like his speech on getting Life Membership, in the same Town Hall, it was among the best ten of our nation. But there was more, and better, to come.

Across the world with perfect symmetry America’s Whitlam, Obama, was being ended by ebola and Fox News, the toy of Murdoch, who had ended Gough also, and the choir and the orchestra performed the St Matthew Passion final chorus by J.F. Bach.

Cate Blanchett came forward and spoke of how she, as a woman, was better able to explore what she could do in the world because of Whitlam’s free universities and Abbott, the Minister for Women, cringed in the front row. The choir sang the chorus of the Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves by Verdi and things notched up a bit.

Fifteen years ago I called Noel Pearson ‘Australia’s best orator’ after sharing a stage with him in Mosman. He proved it again before a vaster audience in Town Hall with an oration rich in wile and fury, almost Elizabethan in its intimacy, clarity and beauty, in which, being now himself a man of no party, he extolled the ‘old man’ he, his people, and Australia, owed so much. Quickly hailed as the ‘best Australian speech, ever’, it became, like Lincoln’s second inaugural, a new benchmark of the language well used in a great cause on a high occasion. Kelly and Carmody then sang ‘From Little Things Big Things Grow’ in an atmosphere charged like none since wartime.

Faulkner’s tribute and Tony Whitlam’s thanks then swiftly followed and the first chords of ‘Jerusalem’, as always, had me in tears. I remembered Gough at Margaret’s funeral theatrically steering his wheelchair out of the church as the choir sang ‘I shall not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand’, and knowing, I think, precisely knowing, that this was the last that most of us would see of him, heroically engulfed in this great Labour anthem, tragically leaving, making his exit, the job unfinished. And here was the song again.

It was swiftly sung, and that was it. No coffin was carried out. There was silence. The orchestra conductor stood undecided. Would there be more? No. An inconclusive, shuffling silence. And that was it.

It was an occasion memorable for its reticence, proud good taste, and almost Anglican harmony of soul. No humorous montage of wacky television moments was projected. Gough’s own voice did not occur, though the imitations of others, on stage and at the party afterwards, were many and usually good, Mike Carlton’s, as always, the best. There was a feeling not so much of sadness, or even happiness at a great life well concluded, but of an enormous, high-vaulting life interrupted, diverted, dislocated, and of thirty-eight years then somewhat, though not altogether, hobbled or diminished in a sort of haughty nightclub act, of a stand-up elder statesman for a nation’s regretful posterity.

For language honours and forgives/Everyone by whom it lives, as Auden said of Yeats. Lincoln, Churchill, the Kennedys, Obama, had varying successes and great failures in war and peace, but their gift of language, of the smooth self-mocking utterance, of bringing the house down with gales of laughter, made up for their failings, while millions died.

Whitlam’s record was better than theirs. He embarked on no new war. He ended one. He uplifted three generations to a possibility of personal excellence like none before him, or after. He fought the good fight, he finished, or almost finished, the course. He kept the faith. Now there is laid up for him a crown of righteousness.

And so it goes.

Further Thoughts On The Present Emergency

I could be wrong about this, but it seems to me that Abbott has crossed, this week, a shadow-line, and nobody believes a thing he says any more, and nobody wants to hear his voice any more.

It may have been when he said the petrol price hike was not a new tax, it was an old tax, enlarged somewhat. It may have been when he said the hike was to bring the deficit down, then, correcting himself, admitted it was to build new roads with; not trains, roads. It may have been when, in a speech of no great subtlety, he gave the states a cruel choice of a bigger GST, imposed by themselves, or oblivion. It may have been the eight hundredth time he said ‘debt and deficit disaster’ in Question Time, or denied he had broken any promises, any promises at all, or when he refused to punish the big polluters, only reward them; including, it seemed, the coal billionaire Clive Palmer, co-author of his legislation.

But however it happened he’s hated now, as a creepy, malodorous, bride-deserting ashtray of mendacity and shiftiness, and the Victorian election, losing ten or fifteen seats, will speed a similar calamity in Queensland, and might in New South Wales, and keep Labor in office in South Australia for a hundred years.

I could be wrong. But I don’t sense any affection for him out there any more, even on Skynews, where his proposal to gaol for ten years any journalist with a good story about military incompetence (Keith Murdoch on Gallipoli, Oliver Stone on Vietnam, Julian Assange on Iraq) has bestirred even PVO to call him a fool.

I could be wrong. But it seems nothing is working for him: a Budget emergency; a search for corpses in Ukraine; a ‘shirtfront’ in Brisbane; a Red Alert in Parliament House; our own fighter-bombers targeting teenage Australians in Iraq. Climate change, against his wishes, will be discussed at APEC, in Brisbane. Australian doctors, against his wishes, will go to Africa and not die there. His quarter-million-dollar university degrees will not be enacted. Not a penny will be paid by old women to their G.P.

And the long slide down to the sewer has begun.

I could be wrong.

And we will see what we shall see.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (96)

Abbott licensed ASIS to kill teenage Australians without trial in Iraq and proposed legislation that meant Paul McGeough could go to gaol if he reported this. McGeough said half the Iraqi army was AWOL, some giving half their wages to generals who are letting them not turn up for work. He may go to gaol for saying this if the legislation is retrospective, or he may not.

Christopher Walsh, a Liberal voter, employed the usual Murdoch sex-race headline hysteria (OJ Simpson the most vivid so far) to accuse Nova Peris, a thrice-wed black athlete Senator, of having an affair, and writing to her lover of her excitement, a shocking thing to do, before she was ever in politics, or even a member of a political party. He seemed unaware of the alleged affairs of Brandis, Pyne and Mirabella, which were not, he is said to have said, ‘in the public interest’; nor were the events on p68 of the book on Abbott by Duffy, never contradicted; nor, indeed, his discarding at the altar of a pregnant teenage bride, now dead, nor her shaming on television in 2003.

Some teenage Afghans exiled for eighty years to Nauru were attacked by some locals, roughed up, insulted and ‘threatened with death’. This was, Morrison said, ‘wholly a matter for Nauru.’ He boasted again to the House of his success in ‘turning back the boats’ by acts of piracy, kidnap, illegal detention and child abuse, but he was not asked where, in future, he would turn them back to, since Indonesia now thought his harsh piratical policy an act of war. Moves began in the Senate to have his sanity investigated.

Cormann’s ’40 cents a week, on average’ petrol price hike proved, in some cases, to be ten dollars a week, especially in country towns, and thirty dollars a week for truck drivers. Napthine squealed with rage, knowing it would cost him three seats, and power.

No Australian died from terrorism for another day, as none have died on our soil since January, 1915, nearly a hundred years ago now, though four died this week from domestic violence and eighteen from car accidents, and three hundred and thirty-six from cigarettes.

Melbourne University found a way to detect Alzeimer’s and Abbott proposed a Budget that cut its research money and CSIRO’s. More people caught Ebola in Africa and two hundred Cuban doctors worked there but no Australian, though eighty wanted to. Black people were not worth saving, it was signalled by our bizarre stubborn rulers, but white Australians were. Of course they were. Of course they were. You could tell just by looking at them.

Julie Bishop, asked if our troops were in Iraq yet, said this was ‘an operational matter’, meaning no. The cost of keeping them in Dubai doing nothing passed, this week, thirty million. This could have gone to dead soldiers’ children, but it was, alas, a benefit which Abbott’s proud, brave, unpassed Budget forbade. And there was still a possibility the Iraqi ‘government’ would sign a document permitting us to kill, unpunished, Iraqi children, and we could go there to shoot at some Iraqis but not others, the way you do. It’s worked before, Julie Bishop added. It’s worked before.

And thus concluded another day of the worst free-elected government in the history of the democratic system, founded in Iceland in AD 934.

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Lying in his teeth, Gerard Henderson, a Liberal voter, said Labor failed in 1974 to get an absolute majority in the Senate. It got an absolute majority in the Senate, but two of its votes were stolen after one of its Senators, Bert Milliner, died, another, Lionel Murphy, went to the High Court, and they were replaced, unprecedentedly and improperly, by a Liberal and a Country Party premier, who had constitutionally the power, never used till then, to act unfairly and undemocratically in this way, and appointed Albert Field and Cleaver Bunton, two anti-Labor Independents, in their place. He said as well: ‘It had always been accepted that an Opposition had the power to block Supply in the Senate and that in such a situation the incumbent government would have to go to an election.’ No, it had never been tried before. And the votes were imminent for Supply to be passed, the votes of two renegade Liberals, on the morning when Kerr jumped the gun, and put his country in danger of civil war.

He spoke as well of Whitlam’s ‘excesses’, though he left Fraser no deficit, and Fraser left Hawke a big one. There was no conspiracy, he said, especially by his own longtime employer the CIA. It is puzzling then that Murdoch, a friend of Nixon, predicted exactly what would happen a year before, and over a dinner encouraged Kerr to do what he did. This is recorded in a number of books about Murdoch, and has been for a decade uncontradicted.

Henderson’s creepy denials grow by the day. He should fall to his prayers and ask his dead God’s forgiveness after eating his flesh and drinking his blood some Sunday morning, very soon.

Troy Bramston, oft called here ‘the smirking tapeworm in the anus of the Labor Party’, described as ‘inimitable’ the most imitated of public figures and mentioned none of his policy achievements in 1200 words. He knew free health, free education, equal pay for women, the giving back of Aboriginal land and the ending of the Vietnam War and the draft and the Birthday Ballot would win Gough praise and, like a loathesome half-extruded turd, left these, and four hundred other achievements out of his shilly-shallying ‘eulogy’.

None of Whitlam’s policy achievements occurred in fourteen articles about him in The Weekend Australian, since Murdoch, his destroyer, wished it so, and the ugliest photo ever taken of him featured prominently on page 20.

In the afterglow of the Whitlam obituaries two byelections showed a massive shift in voter intention away from the Abbottites. In Newcastle, the Labor vote went up by 6.3 percent, the Green vote by 5 percent. In Charlestown, the Labor vote went up by 20.8 percent, the Green vote by 5.7. If the Newcastle swing were duplicated federally, the Coalition would end up with twenty-eight seats. If the Charlestown swing were duplicated federally, the Coalition would end up with only one. Both votes were greater than what Labor got in 2009, an election they narrowly won. This suggested Labor would win back power in March in NSW and Queensland after landsliding back in Victoria in November.

And so it went.

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The unindicted child tormentor Scott Morrison proposed to make himself Obergruppenfuhrer in charge of locking up Doctors Without Borders returning from Africa on a new Devil’s Island he would harshly administrate. Other Cabinet Ministers called this ‘a grab for power’ by an ‘increasingly deranged’ foul-hearted tongue-speaking man. The search for proof that Abbott was an Australian continued fruitless. It seemed he would have to resign, and give back all the money he earned as an MP, plus interest.

Word came through that the missile that brought MH 17 down was Ukrainian, and captured, perhaps, by pro-Russian rebels. This meant Putin had nothing to do with it, and Abbott would have to apologise for threatening to physically attack Putin and accuse him of mass-murdering Australians when he came to Brisbane. Aleksey Pushkov, of the Duma’s Foreign Relations Committee, said he, Abbott, was ‘extremely exposed’ by his premature lunatic libel of the most powerful man in the world. ‘You take care before you make such an accusation,’ Pushkov said. ‘You do not go off like, how you say, a hairy goat.’

Greg Sheridan, a Liberal voter, called Whitlam’s ‘the worst single government Australia ever had’, though he did not nominate a single policy, out of hundreds, he disagreed with. He said there was no ‘serious documentary’ made about Menzies, forgetting the ABC one about him and Churchill. He said Whitlam was ‘economically disastrous’, though he well knew the Hayden Budget was blocked because it would have worked. He said ‘only’ 19,000 conscripts ever served in Vietnam, chosen because of their birthdays, and unable to vote, and genitally crippled, some of them, by Agent Orange, in a war we lost, a mere bagatelle. 19,000 is one third of the Australian dead in World War 1. What a loathesome, third-rate, grovelling, overpaid Faust he is entirely. He must say, now, which of Whitlam’s policies he opposed, or spend a billion years in a small, cold room in Hell transcribing longhand Murdoch’s wrong predictions, over and over, with an inkhorn and a feather.

Abbott was revealed to have spent 254,000 on a table and some chairs and their transport to the APEC summit, money that might have gone to our soldiers, or our dead soldiers’ children, plus 150,000 on some computer tablets, 120,000 on ‘advice’ on ‘leasing armoured vehicles’, 34 million for security guards and 10 million for hotels. The 44 million 524 thousand thus spent would have kept ten small theatre companies going for a thousand years on the interest alone. But it was ‘well worth the expense,’ Abbott said, ‘to keep the mass murderer Putin comfortable for three days, and well fed on Queensland rump steak, and anxious to buy more of it, which he has unaccountably, lately, refused to.’

Abbott’s Billionairesses’ Baby Bonus had only one supporter in Cabinet, himself, the afr in sorrow reported. ‘Economic lunacy’ is how Hockey, the Treasurer, is said to have described it. ‘Paying one woman nothing to have a baby,’ he fumed, ‘because she has no job, and six other children, and another woman fifty thousand dollars, though she is wealthy already, is not, as Tony calls it, equality.’ All bebbies or born eekval,’ Cormann jeered. ‘Bert serm are more eekval zan uzzairs.’ He chuckled at his little joke, while others put their heads in their hands.

Abbott, losing it, called ISIL a ‘godless death cult’. Dutton, losing it, called Labor’s concern, and America’s concern, with the world plague Ebola ‘a scare campaign’, and demanded his government’s neglect of this pandemic be ‘bipartisan’. The next Black Plague, and his insouciance about it, he said, was too serious a matter to be ‘polticised’, or even spoken about.

And so it went.

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It is hard to believe what the crazed and beautiful Papist Miranda Devine, a Liberal voter, said of Whitlam yesterday, but there it is.

‘He wrought destruction on his country,’ she wrote, with a straight face, not saying what part Medicare, free universities, the sewering of the suburbs, the recognition of China, no-fault divorce, allowing unwed mothers to keep their babies and the releasing from gaol of Vietnam draft evaders played in that destruction. He said he was a ‘western suburbs kid made good’, she said, though no-one had ever said that of him till she did, yesterday. The return of Aboriginal lands, equal pay for women, the sequestering from oil drilling of the Great Barrier Reef, she added, were all part of ‘a fantasy…that may become toxic’.

It was Menzies, not Whitlam, that invented ‘free universities’, she said, through Commonwealth Scholarships for the ‘better academically’ (no, dear, it was Chifley) and Whitlam’s ‘free for all’ was the beginning of the ‘age of entitlement’.

This loathesome piece of pond-scum was paid lavishly for this by Murdoch, Whitlam’s destroyer. May her afterlife be spent in a small room listening to a loop of John Howard’s Anzac Day speeches for a billion years, unsleeping.

The unspeakable Faustian cunt, Paul Kelly, the only first-rate intellect employed by Murdoch for more than a year, said Whitlam’s ‘scandal-ridden’ second government irresistably destroyed itself, not mentioning that Murdoch’s restless vendetta after Whitlam refused him the Ambassadorship to the Court of St James did much of the work, and the vote that blocked Supply was that of Albert Field, a man not elected to the Senate but appointed, improperly, against the wishes of the voters, by Bjelke-Petersen after Bert Milliner’s suspicious death. He said Kerr behaved wickedly but made no mention of Joh, or Reg Withers, or Garfield Barwick, or the constitution-smashing liar Malcolm Fraser. May he be locked in a small room listening for a billion years to Alexander Downer and Bronwyn Bishop singing Gilbert and Sullivan favourites unceasing, with Rolf Harris accompanying on shuffleboard and blowing whistles.

Andrew Wilkie took the Abbott government to the ICC over its human rights abuses on Christmas Island, Nauru and Manus. Scott Morrison sought, illegally, a ‘conclusive certificate’ by which he could stop any boat person whatever from getting permanent protection without saying why he did so, merely that it was ‘in the national interest’ to imprison them for life. They would be allowed no appeal against this life sentence. Child abuse on Manus continued. None of the abusers was arrested. They continued abusing the children and the young women, on their usual wages, in the usual filthy conditions. A Senate inquiry discovered that anyone with Ebola in Niugini our doctors would take two weeks to get to from here, arriving a week after his/her death. The time was then changed to five hours.

Pyne’s advisers on what Australian children should study in our schools proved to be almost all of them Liberals, Catholics or private school teachers, plus one public school teacher from Pyne’s electorate. Though this would automatically entail, in any civilised country, his immediate resignation, he continued, with his usual chirpy defiance, in office.

And thus concluded another day in the life of the worst free-elected government in the history of the democratic system, since its invention in Iceland in AD 934.

The Lies Told

A lot of lies were told yesterday, many of them in the documentary The Whitlam Years, whose ‘witnesses’ were lit like horror-film villains and whose Judy Davis narration was in its every sentence shallow, snide and sneering.

We were told that Gough till his arrival in politics had ‘led a sheltered life’. But he had been a bomber-navigator in World War 2, whose plane was once on fire, and crashing. He had lived in a two-man tent in Gove for three years. He had raised four children in Cronulla and Cabramatta. He had campaigned for three years among the migrant people of the outer suburbs. He had been expelled from a Canberra boarding school, and gone to another, in faraway Sydney. He had studied Greek, acted in revue, appeared as an extra in movies, and rejected Christianity. He was a twenty-six-year-old ‘perpetual student’ when he joined the War. He did Basic Training, for Christ’s sake.

Another was that he was in some way ‘arrogant’. He was the most genial, attentive and involved conversationalist I have known. He sat an an angle that allowed him to look up at you, not down. He crafted jokes for you alone. The jokes he made about being God’s rival, and so on, were jokes, raillery, in the manner of Noel Coward, and showed the opposite of arrogance, a willingness to mock himself.

Another was that his government fell because it was incompetent. It fell because a Senator, Bert Milliner, died, and a Country Party Premier, Joh Bjelke Petersen, appointed against all precedent Albert Field, an anti-Labor unionist, in his place, and Field voted with the Liberals to hold up Supply. A stolen dead man’s vote brought Gough down. This was never mentioned by anyone yesterday.

Nor was the ‘reprehensible’ sum Rex Connor sought to borrow, in order to buy back ALL of Australia’s mineral wealth, four billion dollars, to buy it back outright, forever, two thirds of the amount that Abbott’s baby money now costs, each year. How much that wealth could fund today.

Nor was Murdoch much mentioned, though his relentless jeering headlines — about Cairns and Morosi, about Tierath Khemlani, about Gough and Margaret’s marriage ‘breaking up’ — contributed a lot to the momentum that swept him out. Nor was the burning of crucial film of the day of the sacking which I, for one, witnessed, crowds jeering Fraser in King’s Hall, the crowds marching on Parliament House, the gallant, funny speeches of Fred Daley, that would have changed the momentum, and, possibly, the result. Less than a minute of that footage now exists. Imagine if only fifty seconds of 9/11 now existed. That much was destroyed.

Nor was the idiotic decision of David Combe not to criticuse John Kerr. He said he had 75 percent approval in the latest poll. I said ‘But that poll was taken before the Sacking.’ He said, ‘Yes, but it’s the only poll we’ve got.’ I proposed a slogan, ‘Tell the hijackers where to get off’. He preferred ‘Shame, Fraser, Shame’.

There was also the suggestion that had the Budget not been passed by the Senate, unawares, it would have somehow all been different. It would not. Fraser had already agreed to ‘advise’ a Double Dissolution, a condition of his appointment. Had the Budget not passed, he, as PM, would have advised it , as agreed. It would have been the same. Kerr corruptly, or drunkenly, had made the decision, and Fraser had colluded in its execution, on Garfield Barwick’s ‘advice’. The die was cast.

Whitlam could have torn up the letter of dismissal, and called the Queen, got her out of bed, and advised her to sack Kerr. She may or may not have agreed to do so. But he was a legalist, a constitutionalist, a proper man. He had also had no sleep for fifty hours, and a whole hour ticked by while he had a steak at the Lodge, and nobody knew what had happened. I was in Parliament House that day, and I remember that lost hour well.

And I don’t like the lies told about it. Or about Whitlam.

And so it went.

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Experts said MH 17 was shot down by Ukrainians not Russians, which meant Abbott, when he ‘shirtfronted’ Putin, would have to apologise to him in Brisbane, and meekly shake his hand. Bronwyn Bishop called off her persecution of women in burqas, and, asked if Abbott had told her to call it off, said, ‘No.’ Abbott said she had, which meant, if protocol was followed, he or she would have to resign.

Julie Bishop persuaded the Iraqis to sign a document allowing our soldiers to kill their children, but they let it be known they didn’t want any Australian soldiers fighting for them, boots on the ground, ‘because of what happened last time.’ Iraqi soldiers, meanwhile, wouldn’t leave their barracks, for fear they might be killed. ISIL occupied the outer suburbs of Baghdad, and their suicide bombers terrorised some of the inner suburbs.

Newspoll hid the bad news, that Abbott’s approval was down to 38 percent and his government’s vote down to 47, under a Murdoch headline suggesting his vote was up, because 63 percent ‘favoured’, and why would they not, him ‘confronting’ Putin over MH 17. The ‘better PM’ poll was down by 3 percent. Though landline only, and ‘weighted to reflect the population distribution’, showed Abbott 39, Shorten 38 and ‘uncommitted’ (an impossibility) 23.

Gough Whitlam died, and his usurper Fraser, a Labor voter now, wept for him. Howard, who cursed his every act, would doubtless do so too. Pyne, whose university education thanks to Gough was free, shrank back a little from his waspish punishment, with huge fees and huge interest rates, of those, especially women, who dared go to university after him. Abbott declared the flags would fly at half-mast, and frantically tried to put together a speech in praise of the lordly atheist republican he so detested.

…The speech was not half bad, and followed by other speeches of civilised agreement from the sado-Papist leeches now in brief power with nearly everything Gough did, but no apology for how he was cheated of mandate and his destiny, and how even now they were dismantling his legacy — to the universities, the disabled, the Indigenous, to women, to the health care system. To some observers they all seemed greedy, mendacious careerist Fausts, except for Turnbull, who spoke well, with tears, of a generous friend.

On his destroyer’s channel, Skynews, tributes were unceasing. Murdoch, a Liberal voter, and author by now of most of the evil in the western world, lived on in good health. Laurie Oakes, who at the time called Whitlam’s ‘the silliest government ever’, said the sacking was the government’s own fault, not mentioning the theft of two dead Senators’ votes, and Kerr’s connivance with Fraser before two Liberal senators voted the other way. More to come.

Today’s Newspoll

Murdoch has demanded one of his ‘funnily enough’ Newspolls, and O’Shannessy in fawning obedience fabricated the pro-LNP figures.

Though Campbell Newman would lose his seat, he says, his new party the LNP would get 54 percent of the vote. Eighty thousand people have changed their minds, he says, in the last week or so and think his party a better thing than he is. Of course they do.

The poll was done by interviewing 1132 people on landlines over three months, 280, probably, at a time — an always inaccurate sample — of those at home to take the call; octogenarians, mostly, or the terminally sick. No PUP voters are listed, though ‘Others’ and Katter attract a quarter of a million more votes than they did in 2012. These have been redistributed, mostly, to Newman, whom Palmer and Katter detest, and have said so.

The poll, of course, of course, and this is not news, is a criminal fraud, and I ask Premier Palaszczuk to charge him with it after her election on April 18.

A fair indication of when Newspoll is lying is when it’s on page 2, the least read and least accessible page of the paper.

If the figures were true, and landline people voting the same way as cellphone people in a climate, Queensland’s, where everybody under fifty is mostly out of doors, the PUP and Katter preferences, now probably favouring Labor by 70 percent, would still put Labor on 51 percent, not 46, as they are now, ‘based on the preference flow in March 2012 state election’, before Newman and Abbott showed their bloodied fangs. But, of course, the actual Labor vote is — probably — 37 and the two-party-preferred vote 56, a wipeout for the LNP, and a Big Lie is needed to conceal this, lest the swing in Stafford of 18.4 percent become in the public mind what is now thought normal by those people, old and middle-aged, who for fifteen years voted Beattie and Bligh Labor.

If the poll were honest, there would be a Palmer figure in it, of 16 or 17 percent (the actual figure is 20 or 21); but this, of course, would give Clive publicity, momentum, stature, profile and moral force. If it were honest it would not show 24 percent ‘uncommitted’ on who the Premier should be. Is anyone ‘uncommitted’ on Campbell Newman? Any Queensland-bred human now living? Give me a break.

Fraud, fraud, fraud. And gaol, gaol, gaol for O’Shannessy.

Or perhaps you disagree.

Propaganda Studies (7): The Story So Far

The Liberals aren’t doing this very well.

If they were serious they would have arrested every young man at Numan Haider’s funeral and asked him if he was a terrorist. They’d be searching the backpacks and briefcases of every young black-bearded man on every suburban train.

Most terrorist attacks are on trains, for obvious reasons — you can leave a device in a suitcase on a train, and detonate it remotely — yet day by day no trains are searched, and Parliament House is for some reason flooded with coppers. No Parliament House has undergone a terrorist attack since the first Guy Fawkes Night in 1605, yet this myth of an imminent explosion in such a place continues. And more obvious places, like the Harbour Tunnel, the Opera House on an opening night, the Art Gallery during the Archibald judging, St Mary’s Cathedral during Christmas Mass, Opera in the Park, the Sydney-to-Surf Race, go unpoliced.

The reason is, the Liberals aren’t serious about it. They only want to give an impression of being on the case, of being the party that better protects us when we’re in danger, though Labor has won three wars, the Liberals lost four (Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan) and helped start one so disastrous the world will never recover from it; the WMD war, that is. And they’re so bad at protecting us they let a man dressed as Osama Bin Laden get into the vicinity of George Bush’s hotel.

They’re looking for their ‘Falklands Moment’ like Thatcher in 1982. They want a faraway war they can be praised for, and a ‘Gotcha!’ headline they, and Murdoch, can brandish down the ages.

And they want, like W, traitors here at home, and a proclamation — ‘You’re either with us, or you’re with the terrorists’ — that divides, and upsets, and revolts, and frightens the world.

They’re wrapping themselves in the flag, as frantic rogues do when nothing else they is working. ‘Patriotism,’ as Dr Johnson famously noted, ‘is the last refuge of the scoundrel.’

But even this tactic is failing them, and hour by hour they’re looking sillier.

Or am I wrong?

Today’s Morgan, Tomorrow’s Newspoll

10.45 pm

Morgan showed, correctly, Labor on 54.5, up by 0.5, after Abbott declared war on a number of countries and proposed the torture and shaming of a hundred thousand Muslim women he suspected of not much wanting to appear topless on Manly beach as part of Team Australia.

In an hour or so a Newspoll will show Abbott, war leader, ahead of Shorten as preferred Prime Minister and Labor and the Coalition both on 50. It will show Abbott has warmed the nation with his threat of beheadings in Martin Place and the bombing without end of those Syrian children not already bombed or gassed by Assad.

I ask, again, that O’Shannessy be arrested by Premier Andrews for fraud and put in the slammer for seven years, less if he reveals that Murdoch told him to change his figures.

8.05 am

It’s 49 to the Liberals, not 50, in Newspoll. Otherwise as I predicted.

Once again, only landlines were rung, disproportionately favouring octogenarians and excluding all young people out drinking on Friday night. Once again Palmer’s preferences were not asked, just guessed, and awarded the wa way they were last year when they more greatly favoured the Liberals and would not now. One again, a fabricated Preferred Prime Minister figure ( three million Australians ‘uncommitted’? really?) for our Chicken-Little-in-Chief; admired, apparently, for shouting ‘beheading! beheading! beheading! on every suburban train!’

Morgan is correct, and O’Shannessy a criminal who will soon, I hope, be gaoled.

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The head of Abbott’s church, Pope Francis, said we were currently in a World War and wondered if this was a good idea. Abbott said he should keep his bib out of matters which, as God’s representative, did not concern him, and pledged we would die in our millions, if need be, in the coming Armageddon against Putin, the King of the North, whom he would arm with as much uranium as he had money to buy.

He raised the terrorism danger level to Red Alert, higher than that of America where thirty thousand people died by gunfire every year but not, thank heavens, in acts of ‘terrorism’, or not very often. Though ‘Terrorists’ had effected 9/11, killing 1820 Americans and some foreigners, only 350,000 Americans had died by gunfire since then, 800,000 in road accidents, 42 in backyard pool drownings, 22,500,000 from cigarettes, and one shot by Dick Cheney, who believed him at the time to be a duck. But these things posed no actuarial danger, Abbott insisted, and ‘terrorism’, which had killed 3,221 Americans in 238 years, was the real and pressing national peril, more so here than there. ‘Eighteen people have died by terrorism on Australian soil in only 226 years,’ Abbott boasted, ‘which puts the American total in the shade.’ Asked how many Australians had died here from terrorist atrocities in the last ninety-nine years, he answered, ‘None. And that’s why we’re bound to see some soon. It stands to reason. Trust me.’

And some Reds under the bed, he murmured, there had been a tidy few of them. He proposed therefore to reclassify Putin as a Red, and to refuse to shake his hand in Brisbane. That would teach him a lesson, he beamed, and convince him to give back the Crimea, stop shooting journalists and give Europe all the gas it needed, at half price.

Abbott, praised by Murdoch journalists as ‘a world statesman’, was gaining traction and stature, they said, by the hour. He had lately encouraged Australian teenagers not to go to war in Syria, and encouraged them to come home quickly, quickly, to their worried families, and threatened them with twenty-five years in the slammer if they did. This was acclaimed by his newly beloved bromance Mark Kenny as a ‘laudably balanced approach to a complex moral question, the carrot and the stick, worthy of the late King Solomon of Israel, peace be unto him’.

Two young Logan men, meanwhile, who had been found fighting on the right side, against both ISIL and Assad, as Obama recommended, in the Middle East would suffer, Brandis thundered, ‘the full severity of the Law.’ Anyone who left Australia to engage in a civil war overseas would be severely punished, he railed, with whips and scorpions, upon re-entering ‘their homeland, Australia’, after their spiritual infection by alien theocracies overseas. Mark Regev began to shake in his shoes.

A newly formed Committee for the Prevention of the Beheading of Peter Hartcher (CPBPH) met in secret, and afterwards emailed Malvolio beseeching him to dress more soberly. ‘Your current garb of cross-gartered yellow stockings,’ they said, ‘makes you an easy target, and constitutes a danger to the nation. It is likely a rocket attack on you will take out a hundred awed pedestrians around you. The scarlet serpentine codpiece should be likewise left at home.’ Hartcher protested that Julie Bishop had asked to see him so adorned, in a letter composed in her ‘own fair hand’, but agreed to adapt his mode of dress to ‘modern contingencies’. He arrived at the smh in a Spiderman suit and was tackled and held down by Security.

Abbott called ISIL ‘a death cult, not a nation’. Though he himself on Sundays ate the body of Christ, a brutally executed prophet whose death redeemed mankind, and acclaimed on various days of the year the mutilation and murder of ‘saints’ he duly revered for their ‘sacrifice’, and a Church long funded by the auctioning of the body-parts of ‘martyrs’, he thought a ‘death cult’ like ISIO unacceptable, and cursed it all to Hell, and recommended it be bombed and hacked and immolated, like Hiroshima, till it raised no more its heathen voice on earth.

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Abbott announced the vaginal cavities of all Arab women would be searched for WMDs at football finals but no-one should be in any way alarmed. ‘Just carry on as if World War 3 were not imminent,’ he said, ‘or Armageddon. Or the Rapture. Or the Conversion of the Jews. Or Hell for homosexuals. And it probably isn’t, this may be just a false alarm. It may be just another ASIO trick, like the…Hilton bombing.’ His eyes flicked sideways, and he licked dry lips, jovially. ‘Those were the days. Just kidding.’

On discovering the young men he had arrested for fighting for ISIL were actually fighting against ISIL, he urgently promised them Orders of Australia and a free trip to Mecca for the Stoning of Satan if they just ‘shut up about the whole thing. Shit happens,’ he added winningly, ‘especially to me. Especially lately.’ Mark Kenny fell about laughing, amazed at his hairy-chested beloved’s fresh new flowering wit, and immediately planned fifteen hundred more affable words on ‘Abbott, the new Costello’ in the smh. Abbott then warned the Gallery that any one of them might be kidnapped at any moment and decapitated on Sixty Minutes and they, too, laughed heartily. What a card this man was. What a wild card.

Derek Parker, a Liberal voter, wrote in The Australian that Wayne Swan should not, not, not take credit for saving two hundred thousand Australian jobs and Australian civilisation though this, indeed, is what he did, all reputable historians and economists agreed. He should instead apologise, and do it urgently, for spending too much money correcting an unprecedented situation, when five dollars less per taxpayer should have been enough, fumed Parker, whose Nobel Prize for Economics is still unaccountably pending. ‘He has learned very little’, he said of Swan, and castigated for him for ‘the festering delusion that Murdoch was in any way anti-Labor.’

Parker knew this to be absolutely untrue. He swore on the Bible, and crossed his heart, and pocketed the pitiful four hundred and twenty dollars Rupert paid him to say it and, after rewrites, say it more loudly and crazily. He had a Guinness, and then another, and was not happy. He slept early, and woke to a vivid dream of Abbott’s giant Nubian body-servant Credlin approaching his bed unclothed with an enigmatic, firm expression and a whip in her teeth.

Craig Baumann, the tenth Liberal MP to resign while denying he was corrupt, made it seem that, at this rate, there would be no NSW Liberal MPs by March, when an election was due. Mike Baird, the ‘cleanskin’ Premier, unusually did not swear, as he had before, he would run no Liberal in Baumann’s seat, Port Stephens, lest he lose government cataclysmically only ten months after achieving it, and become a laughing-stock forever in the memory of humankind.

$inodino$, in the dock, professed not to know what a ‘property developer’ was. He was told; and he said it was news to him. Asked if he, as the President for a while and the chief money-raiser, before that, of the NSW Liberal Party, knew of the 700,000 ‘washed’ by The Free Enterprise Foundation, he said that came under another man’s jurisdiction. Asked what he, $inodino$, did as the Party’s chief money-raiser, he said that this was an ‘under-Harbour matter’ he was not free to talk about.

Several pundits thanked heaven the corruption was confined to NSW and had ‘no federal implications’. Told that the NSW Liberal Party, a geographical entity, funded also the campaigns of Abbott, Hockey, Morrison, Bash and Bronwyn Bishop, the aghast commentators crawled under lino and put their toes in their ears.

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Abbott found to his amazement that the two Logan boys he was putting away for twenty five years were going off to fight against ISIS as he had just pledged to do, and Obama wanted everyone to do, and he might have to give them an AO instead, or even apologise. ‘How all occasions do inform against me,’ he muttered to his giant Nubian body-servant Credlin, who returned his gaze unfondly.

Morrison lost a court case and was prohibited from persecuting, any more, a genuine refugee, a sensation that did not please him. Slavery, or TPVs as he called it, was more to his taste, and he suffered withdrawal symptoms when he could not experience it, as now, ‘hands on’. This massive political defeat of a prominent seething madman was concealed from world history by all the newspapers, whose proprietors hide, instinctively now, whatever might upset the Liberals.

Abbott awaited instructions on whether he would go to war or not, and Bishop admired his exemplary indecision. ‘Our Cabinet,’ she is said to have said, ‘does not consult the Australian people, or their elected representatives, when we sign up for a thousand years war. We do not even discuss it among ourselves. What we do is await with meekness what the Americans tell us to do. These are after all the titans who lost the last war in that region, destroyed six million lives and wasted a trillion dollars, levelled Babylon, burned the Great Baghdad Library and tormented with dogs and tampons naked men in Abu Ghraib and so lost all respect for the West in the Arab world, and they surely, clearly, demonstrably, know what they are doing, and down what road, with a proud, uplifted heart, we should follow them.’

Mark Kenny, a Liberal voter, praised Abbott for calling himself a wanker. He was ‘frustrated’ as a trainee priest, Abbott told a joyful claque of Murdoch drunks at the National Press Club’s 50th anniversary, and masturbated a lot, as he admitted in Battlelines. ‘His considerable intellectual power,’ Kenny said, ‘as a writer and a thinker’ was evidenced by a joke he had ‘told many times before’, and by his demand, laughing heartily, and licking dry lips, that the press be ‘more right wing’.

Kenny, who has gone in two months from a moral vaccuum to a simpering Faust — traumatised, perhaps, by the dread news that his cousin Chris does not fuck goats — called ‘witty, after all’ Abbott’s plea for ‘a speech, with no questions afterwards’, and rocked with laughter, as he does these days, at his Jesuitical hero’s deftness of mind. Some found it a sadness to see a once fine mind so reduced to blithering sycophancy. But, as a great man said, ‘Shit happens, to even those who do not, alas, like many friends of mine, fuck goats,’ and so it goes.

Abbott prepared himself for his cataclysmic announcement that all Muslim women would be body-searched for ‘internally secreted lethal weapons’ at relgious festivals and soccer finals and felt, at last, he was turning it around.

And so concluded one more day of the worst democratically elected government in world history since democracy’s foundation in Iceland in 934.

Today’s Newspoll

Today’s Newspoll, once more not listing PUP but giving its preferences to the Liberals, ringing only landlines and alleging three million Australians to be ‘uncommitted’ on who should be Prime Minister, has Labor half a million votes ahead of the Coalition and likely to win back twenty-seven seats and government. This is 120,000 more votes than it won, in Newspoll, a fortnight ago.

Under heavy Murdoch instructions, Shorten was not allowed to beat Abbott as Preferred Prime Minister and got, like Abbott, 37, though he got 36 satisfied and 43 dissatisfied against Abbott’s 35 and 54. Logic would suggest he is ahead on these figures but Rupert has spoken, and there you go.

Some find O’Shannessy’s chronic fraud risible but I do not. Even though his margin of error gives Labor 55, and this is a good guess, it is criminal he does not ring mobiles (and therefore anyone under forty) and that he falsely distributes half a million of Palmer’s preferences to the Liberals when, after the co-payment, the new HECS fees and the rancorous assault on old age pensions, no PUP voters favour them any more.

I call, again, for Premier Andrews to investigate, arrest and imprison O’Shannessy, and throw away the key.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (52)

Having booked Australia into Armageddon and World War 3 at a cost of, oh, twenty to eighty billion dollars, Abbott announced he would now spend a billion dollars more searching three oceans for bits of a drowned plane that would tell him nothing about anything any more and bits of an exploded plane in a war zone in Ukraine and some body parts not eaten by dogs he would bring home within two years and burn. To have decided on this expenditure in a time of national financial calamity made no sort of sense, it was argued by some shuddering pundits, to anyone but himself. ‘We must risk war with Russia,’ he was said to have said, ‘and risk them raining nuclear bombs down on Sydney, which is but a small price to pay for the Cause’ — and here he licked dry lips — ‘of accelerating the Rapture and the immolation of the Earth after Christ’s return in a chariot of fire with an host of angels yelling Hosannah at his back and towing the New Jerusalem through the galaxies from a place beyond the stars.’ He then denounced Putin, the world’s most powerful man, as ‘the seven-horned Beast of Revelation’ and said he would be welcome in Brisbane any time if he brought his money with him since Australia was ‘open for business’ with a lot of uranium to sell, to anyone, anytime.

He then sold a lot of uranium to India, on their assurance they would use it, please, in a nuclear war with Pakistan, lately in chaos and the thrall of a rowdy cricketer and likely when the Taliban seized power there to atomic bomb Iran, America’s new ally in the Middle East, though they were the bad guys before that, and hopefully able to atomic bomb ISIS, the new bad guys in the region, who shared the religion of Saddam, the Blessed Ayotollah’s hanged enemy, who was for twenty-five years an ally of Christians and a friend of the late Pope Ringo and Ba’hai. ‘Don’t worry, I’m across the complications,’ Abbott laughed unwinningly. ‘The main thing is you make all the nuclear bombs you want. What you do with our uranium is your internal affair. And Pakistan’s. And Syria’s. And Iran’s.’ He listed further nations excitably, feeling more and more powerful with each proposed annihilation. He came to think he could defeat Russia on his own.

Morrison learned with calm of his fourth fresh corpse, this one having donated his organs to Australians before his parents, forbidden to come to his bedside, gave their consent to have him put down. This number was the equivalent of the heinous roof-batt deaths that had lately occasioned a twenty million dollar Royal Commission but Abbott wasn’t having any, not this time round, since it was thought by Loughnane and Credlin and Col Allen it might be damaging to him if the story of a fecally infected cut foot in a filthy lavatory, and, two weeks later, its treatment, and, one day after that, brain death, and, a week after that, a human’s extinction and mutilation might make his boast of ‘stopping the boats’ appear in context a little cruel.

And Morrison’s refusal to let this organ donor’s parents come to his bedside seemed to some in context unusually cruel but they were, he said, ‘unaware of the big picture. By harvesting this man’s organs we are preventing worse deaths by drowning at sea — just as we would, by decapitating one motorist, chosen at random on Parramatta Road, encourage other motorists to drive more carefully. These calculations are exact, humanitarian and merciful and I am proud of them.’ He prayed in tongues for the newly departed, wishing him a speedy journey to Hell, to join there Reza Berati who should not have been so big and gay, S&M fumed, and will receive just punishment for these iniquities for all eternity.

Col Allen, a Liberal voter, published in The Sunday Telegraph a front page story on Zahra Chamberlain, whose sister Azaria was eaten by a dingo, and her ‘love’ for these animals, these ‘furry, cuddly creatures’, ‘dingoes killed my sister but I love them’, and her desire to protect them from harm. The story noted that other ardent dingo-lovers had ‘bludgeoned to death’ Michael Chamberlain’s pet rabbits because he had, with his wild accusations, given dingoes ‘a bad name’. It hinted as well that had Azaria not been eaten by one of them, Zahra would never have been born, and this was why she was grateful for this benevolent Godlike intervention, by wild dog, into her family’s history.

Though not as vile as ‘Gotcha!’ or the story of Camilla’s tampon, it was thought to be, even for Murdoch, a loathesome front page, and, in Australian terms, by far, so far, his worst.

Morgan Yesterday, Newspoll Today

Morgan showed Labor’s raw vote up 0.5 percent, on 38.5, and down 0.5 percent 2PP, on 55.5. Among states they were 55.5 percent 2PP in NSW, 57.5 in Victoria, 50.5 in Queensland, 51 in WA, 57.5 in SA, and 56.5 in Tasmania. The Coalition’s unchanged raw vote was 37.5, the Greens down 0.5 on 10.5, Palmer (after the China outburst) down 1 percent, on 4.5.

Morgan rings mobiles, and asks minor party voters what their second preferences are.

In age groups 2PP, 18-24 year olds voted 64 percent Labor, 25-34 year olds 64.5, 35-49 year olds 60.5, 50-64 year olds 50.5. Those over 65 voted 45.5 percent Labor, 54.5 percent Coalition. Three of them died while you were reading this.

None of this will be mentioned by the Blessed Fran Kelly this morning, though Morgan got the result dead right last time, and the time before. She will however rejoice at the Newspoll, which does not ring mobiles, nor ask what the minor parties’ preferences were, preferring to guess, and had Labor with six hundred thousand fewer votes on 51, and the Coalition with six hundred thousand more votes on 49. ‘Coalition closing gap,’ the p1 headline shouts, though it has has Shorten regaining seven hundred thousand votes as Preferred Prime Minister after saying he was not a rapist. Abbott in this category is shown to have lost a quarter of a million votes, and the p6 headline saying ‘Coalition closes on Labor as budget slump passes’.

It’s important Fran report both polls, not just the inaccurate one, but of course she knows what she likes. It would be good too if Newspoll, whose boss is Murdoch, said what three states the Coalition was ahead in, and what three age groups.

Abbott’s figures, 36 satisfied, 55 dissatisfied, indicate, like Morgan, he is behind in all states. Shorten’s figures, 39 satisfied, 40 dissatisfied, uncommitted 21, show he is moving ahead.

I urge Premier Andrews to investigate Newspoll for fraudulent, mendacious practices in December, as a first priority.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (41)

Pyne said he would cut all money to research in universities, thus stopping cancer being cured here and driving our Einsteins, Oppenheimers, Salks, Changs, Hollowses, Hawkings and Floreys overseas. He said he would do this if he wasn’t allowed to charge students one thousand times as much as himself for their degrees, at a time when they would also have to pay ten times as much as him for their houses. ‘We’ll fix your wagon,’ he is said to have said with his usual genial spleen, ‘the class war is back, and we’re winning.’

Miranda Devine, a Liberal voter, called for the sacking of Gillian Triggs for daring to compare detention centres with prisons. She did not say what the difference was, but so vehemently insisted this poor woman was a blithering, fatuous incompetent (she dared to suggest a link between child suicide and the prospect of lifelong encarceration) that she was roundly applauded by a second Liberal voter, the Agenda compere Chris Kenny, who, I am confidently informed, does not fuck dogs, goats or dormice except when it is safe to do so. Both commentators are employed by Rupert Murdoch, the shrill, cuckolded co-founder of the Tea Party and boastful mentor of W, Akerman, Bolt and Sarah Palin.

Tony Abbott suggested he might join Iraq War 3 — or Armageddon, as it is called in the Scriptures — without consulting parliament or the Australian people. His hero, John Howard, had caused Iraq War 2 and its killing or displacement of six million educated people, including all the dentists, and Abbott was keen to emulate or even better this vast, blood-deluged achievement of his prating, hag-ridden, shrunken, squawking predecessor. He saw no reason to ask our permission to put at risk our grandchildren’s and great-grandchildren’s lives (it was estimated the war would last perhaps three hundred years), nor put it to a referendum, or even a Newspoll, because, look, look, these were heathens at work, killing Christians, and this was wrong, wrong, wrong. And he planned Operation Kill The Heretics with his fellow foaming fundamentalist Morrison over Guinnesses and silent prayer at the Steyne.

Morrison, facing charges that he assisted in the escape of two white murderers and the bashing with clubs of sixty heathens and the shooting of one and the throat-slashing of one, went as usual to his church and spoke in tongues while his fellow-parishioners looked at him sharply. Child abuse was unpopular with some of them, and in the Puberty Blues Memorial Twig-Lashing Sauna they planned his excommunication. Others in adjacent steam-rooms planned his deselection.

Cormann in his dulcet Nazi-dentist baritone said he would, by God, ‘raise taxes’ if Labor did not let him raise taxes — the co-payment, the petrol levy, and so on — in this Budget, the sort of taxes he liked to raise. He agreed he would have to get the Senate to let him do this, and they wouldn’t. Abbott, stepping in, said no, they would lower taxes, not raise them, and agreed the Senate would not let them do this either. But it was the thought that counts.

And so concluded another day of the worst free-elected government in the history of our form of democracy, founded in Iceland in 934.

On Beheading

Queen Elizabeth I, an English hero, beheaded her female cousin. Henry VIII, a popular English monarch, beheaded two of his wives. William Shakespeare, a popular playwright, beheaded no more than eighty of his major characters, including Macbeth, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Buckingham, Hastings and twenty-four of Titus Andronicus’s sons. Charles Dickens, a popular novelist, beheaded his most admired character, Sidney Carton. The Simpsons, a popular television series, beheads in its Halloween specials eight or nine people a year, and in its subseries Itchy and Scratchy hundreds of others. The Simpsons is watched by hundreds of millions of children. And no complaint has been laid. Beheadings occur routinely in Game of Thrones. And no complaint has been laid.

Why then all the fuss? Why especially profess such shock at airbrushed images in which there is no horror at all and serve only, I guess,, as Rorschach blots or shadow-puppet silhouettes of imagined beheadings or severed heads? Is this a convenient political fabrication, like, say, the nationwide shock when Clive Palmer called Wendi Deng a ‘Chinese spy’ (she possibly was, Rupert Murdoch for a while thought she was, and so did Dame Elisabeth) or when David Hicks admitted meeting Bin Laden? Why was the same shock not evinced at the killing of the wife and infant son of a Hamas leader for the crime of living with him in his house? Is there something about beheading that’s more disgusting than, say, smothering under a pile of Gaza rubble during an air-raid and hearing your mother call for you?

Is there something about beheading? I suspect there is. The stories of lips forming the words ‘I am innocent’, and fallen heads in baskets gnawing the wickerwork for hours ring true in most minds, and Polanski’s memorable image of the living head of Macbeth looking at the jeering crowd which, on the end of a spear, his point of view speeds past and through was especially convincing to my generation, and so was the news in Bolt’s great play that Sir Thomas More’s daughter Margaret Roper took his head home and kept it with her for the rest of her life, and the cry ‘Not my head!’ of Messalina in I, Claudius.

It was unwise of ISIS to do this, maybe, maybe; though it is unlikely London will be bombed for it even though a well-known Englishman wielded the knife, and the threat of it will daunt, I think, America from entering Iraq War 3. But…but…

It’s interesting what can be fanned inti a furnace of national rage and disapproval, and what cannot. Abbott referrung to the sexual attractiveness of one of his candidates was supposed to have ruined him, and her, but it did not. Jackie Lambie referrng to an unseen young man’s ‘lunchbox’ was supposed to have impelled her immediate resignation from the Senate, but it did not. Netanyahu traumatising half a million children and killing four hundred of them was thought likely to have ended his Prime Ministership, but it did not. Rolf Harris’s long-ago tampering with four unpenetrated girls was not thought necessarily likely to result in gaol time but it got him, at 84, the term of his natural life.

And beheading a handsome American, and threatening others? Will it cause Iraq War 3? Will it amass in Syria US troops defending Assad? Well, you never know. It might. Or it might not.

As Lord Hastings winningly said in Richard III on his way to the block:

I prophesy the fearfull’st time to thee
That ever wretched age hath look’d upon. —
Come, lead me to the block; bear him my head:
They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.

Assange, Latest

6.52 pm

I will put up on Ellis Gold my account in The Year It All Fell Down of the situation in 2011 of Julian Assange.

An interview still happening suggests he will be out of the Ecuadorean Embassy soon, but not, he says, because of his heart-and-lung problems and high blood pressure, as the Murdoch press is now baying. He is healthier than that.

8.20 am

It may be a year yet before he is out. A new law saying no person not charged with a crime can be extradited for it is now in force in the UK but does not, bizarrely, apply to him.

He didn’t seem to have lung cancer, and his formidable, familiar calm voice (John Hargreaves? Richard Roxburgh?) encased grammatical sentences memorably.

He’ll be on our minds for a while yet.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (33)

It was revealed that Abbott had lately proposed to hasten the end of the world by abolishing the emission reduction target for 2020 so ‘more coal can be burnt, more quickly’. The world would immolate anyway when Christ returned, the Prime Minister, a Gibsonite Catholic, reasoned. Asked if the ‘perception’ that he had broken eighty of his promises was a problem, he beamed, shook his head, and said there was ‘no case to answer’.

Morrison spoke in tongues, and, emerging from his wooden church, responded to the refugee crisis in Iraq and Syria by reducing by half the number of refugees we would take in, letting in some Christians but sending all Muslims to Cambodia. He profoundly hoped he could get these heathens off to the Killing Fields before his arrest for crimes against humanity, likely any day now. He did this with some reluctance because, as he pointed out, the Christian groups he was now letting in would burn in Hell, and it seemed uneconomic to delay the day of their pitchforking into eternal flame. But… he was a loyal foot-soldier, and the torture of the innocent in two hemispheres would continue as ordered by his Leader, a Catholic, who would burn in hell also, he grimly allowed, and not a minute too soon.

Mathias Cormann added his Schwarzenegger profundity to the selling of the Budget. He said he was ‘in conversation’ with a number of Senators who utterly imposed the totality of his bizarre and punishing policies and was confident he could change their minds. It was thought by some commentators that this proffering of a man with the charm of a Nazi dentist as their most plausible negotiator was a sign of the Liberals’ inner calm and confidence. If he failed, they reasoned, they could put up Barnaby Joyce, or Bill Heffernan, or the four-foot sado-Thatcherist Bronwyn Bishop, and scare the bejesus out of them.

Alex Salmond, the Prime Minister of Scotland, called Abbott a ‘fewking udiut’ for prophesying an independent Scotland would be an enemy of justice and freedom. Abbott’s hero John Howard had similarly blithered that ‘if Obama is elected, al-Qaeda will rejoice,’ he noted, and further noted that the Scottish families Bruce, Menzies, Fisher, McEwen, MacMahon, Fraser, Whitlam, Dunstan and Shorten had not, thus far, torn down freedom or burned down justice in an independent, federated Australia now in its hundred and thirteenth year, although another Australo-tartan clan, the Murdochs, were a bit of a worry.

David Marr said Abbott was ‘very cunning’. He had by his repulsive Anglophilic intervention (his father is an English dentist) made a free Scotland a certainty now and thereby strengthened the Tories’ hold on England, or the Greater London County Council as it soon would be known. The Free Welsh and Yorkshire Now! movements prayed Abbott would attack them likewise.

He was a laughing-stock the world over, and so evidently sinful and brain-damaged two Popes were praying for him, publically, and privately asking Pell, his Confessor, to tell; tell all.

And so concluded another day of the worst free-elected government in a thousand years of democracy since that system’s foundation in Iceland in 934.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (32)

Abbott outraged every Scot in Australia and twenty-two million of those in Scotland, the US and Canada by saying the nation of Robert the Bruce, Rabbie Burns, Lord George Murray, Miss Jean Brodie, Deborah Kerr and Billy Connolly should not be a nation, never ever. His fellow feral Papist Mel Gibson, who had played the disembowelled martyr William Wallace with vigour and passion, rang to curse him all to hell, ‘you ignorant foocking ten-pound Pom’, in vowels he had retained from Braveheart, an Oscar-winning acclamation of the Free Scotland jihad growing daily more popular in the Former United Kingdom.

Abbott said, ‘Mate, I’ll call you back,’ and turned his attention to outraging the Jews, the Irish and the Russians.

Anyone who sympathised with the terrorist Netanyahu, he decreed, and went to Israel to fight in his army, or, like Mark Regev, to tout for it would be arrested when they returned to Australia. Those who went to Mt Scopus, a known hive of Zionist fury, would not be allowed to leave. This applied also to those with an IRA grandfather currently planning a Galway honeymoon or a day at the Hurling and anyone who donated to this terrorist cause after 1921, when terrorism was co-invented by Michael Collins; and Croats, Palestinians, Tamils and Acehans too numerous to mention.

‘Lately, also,’ he added, moistening his lips, ‘it has become essential that all Russian loyalists of that aggressive outlaw state be prevented from going back there, or returning here, and desirable they be gaoled if they do because of their complicity in the shooting down of MH 17, on the recovery, care and keeping of whose corpses I am spending hundreds of thousands of dollars a day, denying these monies correctly to Aborigines, who have revolutionary tendencies and histories of tribal plaintiveness like the Jews, the Scots and that horrific insurgent pub band The Dubliners.’ Shaking their heads, his now drunk minders calculated he had lost three hundred thousand votes in under seven minutes.

Responding to this, his fellow Christian body-building buddy Baird proclaimed no Liberal would would contest two ‘safe’ Liberal seats on the Central Coast now vacated after the criminal tendencies of the Newcastle Twenty had been publicised by the smh, a daily Trotskyite pamphlet bent on restoring anarcho-Leninism to that notorious filthy city. ‘We can find find no candidates not in the pocket of property developers,’ Baird explained. ‘We even approached the virtuous lame Labor martyr Combet to switch parties and run for us, but we did so alas in vain.’

He called hiis new no-candidate policy ‘an atonement’. This meant, when translated, he would punish two bad Liberal voters by disfranchising forty thousand blameless ones. He was hailed by Gerard Henderson, a salivating Papist and late-blooming Abbottite, as ‘a Solomon come to judgment’.

The Murdoch media continued to urge the gorgon-eyed warrior-queen Julie Bishop, aka Ms Fluffy, to become Prime Minister immediately. It was thought her gender, lack of children, lack of a husband, appalling dress sense and inability to choose which side we were on in Syria would not impede her imminent uplifting, by Christmas, to the Lodge which she would share with an elderly West Australian male billionaire she shyly would not identify.

It was thought as well she might change the name of her Party, now as unloved in this federation as the ebola virus and in the Central Coast no longer daring, like Oscar Wilde’s gay circle in the 1890s, to speak its name. ‘The Lightfoot Lovelies’ was considered and rejected.

Tony Abbott slept briefly on a descending aeroplane, then awaking declared no Australian beheading people in the Middle East would continue to get the dole. ‘This will bring down significantly the number of beheadings in that benighted region,’ he concluded happily on the tarmac, beaming. Once home he birched himself, rode fifty miles on a Speedwell, confessed on Skype to Pell his masturbatory thoughts, prayed his lesbian sister would mend her ways, put on his Nivea cream, read five words of Brideshead Revisited and slept soundly.

And so ended one more day of the worst elected government in the 1,090 years since democracy’s inception in Iceland in 924.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (31)

Joe Hockey denied, tears streaming down his face, that he was indeed the Kirribilli Vampire — such urges, he swore, were now far, far behind him — and such ‘evil in my heart’ as he had harboured then towards the lower orders had been lately dissipated by his good, cleansing work in these last six months redistributing wealth to rich women like his wife Melissa for the hard, honest toil of having babies in luxury hospitals. The ‘evil in his heart’, he said, was no more. He said ‘apology’ and ‘sorry’ twelve times and sniffled a bit and dabbed his eyes with a kleenex.

This left open in most minds the question of whether he knew what the fuck he was doing. If he didn’t know who drive cars and who ride cows to work in country towns, and he thought ‘equal’ the sixty thousand paid for one baby and the nought paid for another (some babies are more equal than others), and fifteen dollars a better sum than seven to charge an ailing invalid octogenarian female for going three times a week to the doctor for her prescription, what did he know? He claimed he had intense compassion for the less well off, like, say, his bombarded relatives in Gaza, but hadn’t once spoken up for them. Intense compassion? Nah. He bit his nails down to the quick, and looked up to see his wife gazing coolly at him. Then both of them looked away.

The Liberal Party’s last literate urger Peter Hartcher praised Julie Bishop for ‘staring down’ both Putin and China like the Gorgon of ancient legend. She demanded the Russians disarm and leave to slaughter their insurgent allies in Ukraine and was unfazed, he said, when Putin stopped buying our meat. She also stared down the larger monsters Kerry Stokes and James Packer by letting US troops ‘rotate’ through Darwin, thus incensing China; who, however, had not yet punished us in any way, though Stokes and Packer feared they would very soon. He thus claimed being punished for our policies and not being punished for our policies were an equally good thing, and under Abbott and Bishop we were now ‘the plucky country’; though in his two thousand words he said nothing about the slaughter of Joe Hockey’s relatives in Gaza and how Bishop had batted not an eyelash in revulsion at this nor Netanyahu’s likely status as a war criminal arraigned before the Hague and refusing to go there because it was full of anti-Semites. Plucky on some things, we were craven on others, it seemed, and Hartcher warmly approved of both cross-eyed approaches by a strong, decisive woman he had come to adore.

It was terrible to see Malvolio’s great mind so seduced and indentured by the cause of this loathesome, shrinking, friendless Party even after his cousin, Chris Hartcher, the eminent Central Coast criminal, had left it in disgust.

Rupert Murdoch, a Liberal voter, decided Julie Bishop should be Prime Minister, and instructed his lashed and grovelling mind-slaves to provide this outcome by the Equinox. And so it was begun.

It was noted by some of them that the Asbestos Beauty, as she was known in the West, might inconveniently coincide with the Mr Fluffy investigation which would show a Liberal Prime Minister killed, or foreshortened, four hundred thousand Australians by unleashing mesothelioma on Canberra and Queanbeyan and some Sydney suburbs despite urgent advice he not do so, in what became known as a ‘slow Hiroshima’ of tiny particles occasioning death, after decades, in unwarned householders.

But Murdoch, a Canberra resident at the time, did not know this then, and wished not to know it now, and therefore decided Julie, who was nice to him when in New York last, should be Prime Minister eftsoons, in his lifetime, preferably, before Christmas at the latest. Even thus he advised John Howard into the Iraq War, which killed or exiled four million souls and lately enflamed a thousand-year holocaust of tribes and religions, and did not, as he predicted, bring petrol prices down.

The Last Days of Joe Hockey (2): An Exchange


From the first word ‘poor’ he tripped. So removed is he from the real world, he has forgotten, or never learnt the art, of speaking to the camera or microphone as if it was an imagined person sitting right there. Who but a fool would ever call someone poor to their face? Who would remind them of it?He is a smug dullard beyond redemption, as they all mostly are.


In 1998, Hockey went back to Bethlehem with his father, who was born there in 1927.

Here’s how Joe describes that visit, in a 2012 speech to the Islamic Council:

As you can imagine, it was an emotional journey for us both.

When he left war torn Palestine back in 1948 as a Christian educated 21 year old, he swore as he crossed the Allenby Bridge over the grand Jordan River that the land he was born in had no future for a young man.

So 50 years later as we walked amongst the refugees in Gaza and then Amman, my father sadly had his youthful anxieties confirmed. A new generation of young Arabs shared his despair that they had no hope, they had no voice, they had no freedom and so they had no future.

These words tell me Hockey is no sympathiser either with the creation of the State of Israel, which prompted his father to abandon the land of his fathers after or with Israel’s continued policies of oppression occupation and encroachment, which have robbed generations of his people’s hope voice freedom and future.

They also tell me he can never lead the nation:

- if he remains silent about the fate of his forefathers and his people, he proves the contention that he is utterly disconnected from the lives of others, regardless of the weeping moaning and lip-trembling televised performances he is wont to indulge in – therefore he is not qualified to lead a people;

- if he joins the multitudes that are not so disconnected, and gives expression to the criticism he buries in the personal travelogue he first shared only with the Islamic Council in pursuit of votes, he will receive the full frontal denigration and wrath as befell Mike Carlton and Michael Leunig when their opinions fell short of subservient devotion to the prerogatives of a foreign government whose policies they criticised – he will be made an unelectible anti-semitic pariah.

I hope Joseph Benedict’s father, Richard, reads this, and what Bob has been writing, and takes his son back to walk again amongst the refugees in Gaza and then Amman, to talk with them and to live with them a while. Who knows what may come of such contemplation among the ruins of a once proud productive and happy race?

Mark Ferrari

Two of the best politians in recent years “Funnily enough” come from both major parties. What made them good was their basic understanding of the Australian people. Both enjoyed cricket which requires patience, tactics and startegy mixed with natural ability for the game. Bob Hawke and John Howard who by the way had a long innings. Joe on the other hand funnily enough is yet to score.


Best implies good and I can’t let you have that with John Howard. I’d give you successful and lucky. He diminished our tribe greatly. He told us we were mean scared little people, when he could have said the opposite. We will be diminished for a very long time. He also gave us a very large private debt problem so his economic reputation is ill deserved. Fuck you with regard to John Howard.


It’s not only that, it is also;
The cigar. The dancing in his office to “This will be the best day of my life” on the night of the budget. The ill timed release of his book. And there’s more. This from the Liberal friendly Murdoch media.
I bet Joe will admit he didn’t think the job will be this tough.

Doug Quixote

The entire phoney edifice on which the conservatives build their house of cards is the concept of “aspirational”. That if you “poor” poor fools vote for us, we will create (eventually) conditions in which you too can become wealthy.

Reality should never be allowed to crowd in upon the aspirational, lest they wake up to the manipulation and vote for those who might, if allowed, redistribute the wealth of the nation from those who have too much to those who have too little.

Joe Hockey occasionally has attacks of truth, and says what they all know to be true. It is in a way what marks him as a human being amongst a collection of ministers, several of whom are pathological liars, several are chancers who know the truth and deliberately lie, and a few who seem to actually believe their own propaganda.

The psychopathic will often find their way to the top in politics and big business, for they have no regard for anyone else but themselves.

The political process in Australia has usually weeded out the psychopathic, since to get to the top they had to follow a career path with preselections, selection by their peers, promotions by their leaders over several years. But it seems of late that this weeding out process has failed. It may be a function of media, the 5 second grab and the like. A topic for another time, perhaps.

As for Joe Hockey, he probably won’t fall any time soon, because he is one of this Keystone Kops government’s better ministers. Frightening, is it not?


The first documented case of terminal hubris.

I shall miss him.


I apologise to both Simon and John Birmingham for suggesting each had such a scumbag brother, wrongly.

Christian Kerr, who pointed this out in Strewth today, correctly and selflessly, has not yet however challenged any one of my fourteen assertions in these last three weeks that Abbott’s is thus far the ‘worst democratic government in world history, since that system’s foundation in Iceland in AD 924′ — which means, must mean that he agrees with me.

He should clarify this with his editor Col Allen soon, as his job I would guess depends on it.

He wrongly stated also, the young fool, that my readership is dwinding. I average about 5,100 hits a day, whatever that means. This time last year it was about 1,200.

A payment of twenty thousand dollars by the end of business on Friday will absolve his tight-fisted monarch, Murdoch, from a legal-and-libel bill of five hundred thousand dollars, which might then come out of his wages.

Eighteen thousand perhaps, and a Guinness.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (22)

Two Liberal MPs found to be on the take moved, mumbling apologies, to the cross-benches thus ensuring Labor would reconquer New South Wales in March after only four years’ exile and sixteen consecutive years of power. The number of elected Liberal crooks reached six, including O’Farrell, recipient of some costly wine and/or a forged, fawning letter he could not remember writing, or drinking.

Those accepting or redeploying millions from property developers included, ICAC proffered, Brian Loughnane, husband of Credlin (Abbott’s Lady Macbeth, some thought, or else ‘Meddlin’ Credlin, Queen of the Kremlin’) and President of the Liberal Party. There is no cross-bench he can slither off to, and he may have to join the 230 listless thumb-twiddling spin-doctors Hockey, Morrison, Brandis, Pyne and Abbott now underemploy on eighty thousand dollars a day.

Who may need now to work harder. For word is out that 90 percent of all work visas are forged, and this is why the ‘boats have stopped’ apart from those containing Tamils whom Scott Morrison sent back to torture, death and inconvenience in Sri Lanka, some of whom complained to The Guardian of being ‘beaten up on arrival’. This means many hundreds of ‘illegals’ are among us, taking our jobs and women and planning, perhaps, the blowing up of our infrastructure, this having happened while S&M was on the high seas burning the boats of innocent voyagers and bullying heathen women and children whom he then tried to sell off to the Indians.

Gerard Henderson, a Liberal voter, denounced as ‘too long indulged’ not himself but Mike Carlton, whom he had a part in ruining, he boasted. He had told Damien Goodsir, the smh editor-in-chief, that Carlton had wrongly alleged Miranda Devine had group sex with NSW police and had sometimes, astonishingly, contemptibly, derided in his columns ‘religious believers who sent their children to private schools’. These harsh revelations quickly caused the sacking of both Miranda Devine and Henderson, who moved, baying boo sucks, to Murdoch, their natural home, accepting shameful, decimated wages.

Abbott described as a ‘leadership call’ what others thought policy chaos, to wit, his abrupt unexpected poleaxeing of Brandis, Bolt and Wilson and their passionate, principled view that yelling ‘wog scum’ at schoolgirls in hijabs was the Australian Way. Hailed by Michael Gordon as ‘showing signs of consensual leadership’, he immediately wrecked this by declaring all intimate emails could be read by ASIO for two years only, then changed his mind. He said they could be, but mostly wouldn’t be, and hurried, shuddering, out of the room. Leadership, cried Gordon, a Liberal voter, what leadership.

The Dutch stopped sending forensic police to seek, amid fulminous growing mortar fire, bits of MH 17 in five square miles of sunflowers. Australian police, at the Kiev Raddison bar, having not yet been told by Julie Bishop they too could go home, drank champagne vodkas on her generous tab and watched her weeping, or fighting off tears, and biting her lip, on Fox News.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (19)

Mark Kenny, a Liberal voter, found ‘hypocritical’ Triggs’s truthful claim that a hundred imprisoned children attempting frequent suicide and banging their heads on walls proved Morrison’s new lip-smacking sado-maritime policies to be ‘unacceptable to some’, including doctors, nurses and perhaps no more than ten thousand moral thinkers including churchmen. ‘She did not say this in 2008 of Rudd’s boat people policy!’ he railed, of a far-off time when no children suicided at all, or banged their heads, but some, he swore, were hourly drowning. He thus kept dark Scott Morrison’s drown-yourself policy, of training Tamils to row orange boats through pelting storms and roiling seas to rocky-shored South India by moonlight, whose unnumbered fatalities he gazed on, like Lord Nelson, with his good eye closed. For Kenny, an unflinching Murdoch man, who does not, I am reliably informed, fuck goats, sees only what he wishes to see.

Abbott’s ‘diggers’ in Ukraine fled gunfire and in the Kiev Raddison toasted in champagne their wartime courage. The cost of bringing bits of Australians back to belated crematorium obsequies rose to 300 thousand dollars a day, which monies might have funded, each month, three small theatre companies for a thousand years on the interest alone. This was on top of the quarter million spent daily searching three oceans for bits of MH 370, ‘a noble quest,’ cried Abbott, ‘with two years to go, and worth every taxpayer penny.’

Hockey’s Budget was found by Treasury to have rained down, unlike Portia’s mercy, more stormily and muddily on the just than on the unjust; the latter, it proved, could therefore, like Joe, afford winter holidays in Fiji and Cuban cigars. The poor would lose 842 dollars a year, Treasury, smirking, noted. Hockey called Treasury ‘innumerate’ and threatened a second opinion from his wife Melissa, whose great-great-great-great-grandfather Babbage invented the computer in collusion with Lord Byron’s daughter. He subsided, yelling stanzas of ‘Childe Harold’ at shrinking throngs of worried bankers, who had seen him in these moods before, and foam arrived, as always, in small specks on his lips.

Three Liberal and one National MP called the seven-dollar co-payment ‘repellent’ to ‘most Coalition voters’, and advised that it be binned, buried, cremated, and its ashes sown with salt. On the contrary, said Joe, it should be fifteen dollars, and it is the mast to which which I will be bound as my ship sinks proudly off the Horn. Some party elders murmured that he seemed over-excited of late and ‘to lack some small but telling percentage of ordinary common sense.’

Having put the Knocked-Up Millionairesses’ Bonus on ‘the back-burner’ on Saturday, Abbott on Sunday reignited it. He said it had ‘the full support of Cabinet’, including Barnaby Joyce, who said it was ‘horrible’, though it would be surely enacted, he added, shaking his battered-wombat head, in ‘whatever future decade humankind can afford it.’

Morrison, accused of ‘The Captain Bligh Option’, of putting people in a lonely lifeboat and bidding them row for India, refused to be interviewed.

The Netanyahu Dialogues: An Exchange


It’s rather disheartening to see so many inaccuracies creeping into your articles.

Allow me to offer some balance.

1. The figures of children killed come from the Gaza Health authorities and have now been independently shown to contain multiple listings of the same children. The figures are fudged. Also, you make no mention of the hundreds of Israeli children Hamas has tried to kill with the 2,600 rockets they have fired at civilian areas.

2. If the Taliban Pakistan, or anyone, fired a nuclear missile it would destroy the Al Aqsa Mosque, the 12 stations of the cross, and kill several million Arabs, Jews & Christians. Jerusalem is home to hundreds of thousands of Arabs which you suggest the Taliban are happy to kill.

3. Netanyahu’s brother was not killed by Idi Amin. He was shot by Arab terrorists who had hijacked a plane of innocent people and threatened to massacre them. Do you agree with hijacking?

4. Arafat was not poisoned, as two autopsies carried out this year have proven; unless you

5. Ban Ki-Moon has said BOTH sides may be guilty of war crimes. There is a Murdoch like bias to cite only one part of his statement.

6. Bob Carr denies any war crimes or atrocities in Sri Lanka – at odds with the governments of England, Canada and the UN Security Council. His position on what constitutes a military action has been condemned world-wide. Ask the Tamils if Carr is right and they are free and safe and face no persecution.

7. Chistopher Pyne did not “applauded murder”, he pointed out that Israel has a right to defend itself. Some people would rather Hamas succeeded in massacring millions more Jews. I am not one of them.

8. “We see now and feel now how those Germans felt who saw the Jews in hundreds going into cattle trucks and falsely said, ‘We never knew’. Precisely that kind of contemporaneous Holocaust denial is freezing the minds and stilling the mouths of Jewish Australians today. And Bibi is killing a child every hour.”

This is the most vile, amoral and libelous statement I have ever read. I presume you will be sued for this.

There is no denial of what is going on. Read any Israeli newspaper or their media and they report every military action and the death toll. They are not denying the war, they are in fact loudly and proudly showing the tunnels filled with weapons and rockets, IDF uniforms to be used to disguise suicide bombers. There is an Israeli hospital treating the wounded, including the wife of the Hamas military commander.

What you and others are doing is using the Holocaust to justify Hamas’ terrorism. I don’t know your motives for this, but if you think the deaths of 1300 people in a regional war is in anyway akin to the genocide of 6 million, then I feel sorry for you and wonder where your hatred stems from.

Perhaps you can ask the Labor leaders you worked and wrote for – Beazley, Latham, Shorten – how they justify the mass murder of Iraqi and Afghani civilians; why they support the use of drones to kill innocent people and why, when our troops kills families, we apologise and pay them a few thousand dollars?

Why did Labor support the invasion of Iraq which has left a million dead; and the invasion of Afganistan? Can anyone in the Labor movement answer this?

Bob Ellis

1. The ‘one child an hour’ figure comes from a journalist on the ground on RN this morning.

2. The Taliban Pakistan would aim at, obviously, Tel Aviv, not their own holy places.

3. Joni Netanyahu led an attack on Entebbe Airport, and members of Amin’s army killed him. He was the only casualty apart from Mrs Bloch, a passenger murdered in Entebbe hospital. I do not, and did not, agree with the hijacking.

4. Arafat was poisoned, or coincidentally encountered polonium, a radioactive essence favoured by the KGB. Mossad had previously blown up much of his headquarters, killing many of his assistants, in a year-long siege. Why would they not poison him, if they could?

5. Ban Ki-Moon deplored the deaths of civilians. A thousand Gazan civilians have died, one Israeli.

6. What has that to do with anything? Bob Carr condemns the settlements, and is a forty-year ‘Friend of Israel’.

7. If not murder, what is he applauding? The instant resurrection of four hundred dead children? It does not much matter how many Jews Hamas would like dead, any more than it matters how many Muslims Morrison believes will burn in Hell. It matters how many they kill. Thus far they are lagging behind Israel by tens of thousands, by a factor of, probably, eighty to one.

Sue me. And I will you for calling me an anti-Semite. I have, like you, twenty million Jewish ancestors and unlike you have written in praise of six hundred Jewish writers, film directors, actors, composers, thinkers and scientists.

As to the 1300 versus six million: each man, woman or child dies only once. To his family, if they survive him, this is horrible. It means a thousand descendants will not be born, grow up, go to university, marry, have grandchildren. My father was a Jew and I am involved in the Holocaust, as you. I ‘lost’ many, many Polish relatives I never knew. I lost a sister I did know and she means more to me than all of them. I think of her every day. She was a half-Jew, like me, and she outweighs all the others, as do the four little dead boys on the beach in the hearts of their two mothers. Six million others do not, in their hearts, their souls, outweigh, out-score them. How dare you keep score in this way? Keep a tab? How dare you? This is not a fucking football game. It is death upon death upon death, which Rabin bewailed.

But there is another kind of anti-Semitism, and the Arabs are Semites too. And it is this which, inch by inch, and ‘incursion’ by ‘incursion’, destroys a nation’s will to live, like the Holocaust of Stolen Children here, and the internal exile of Native Americans, after a hundred million of them were exterminated in the sixteenth and seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. It is like the exile and hunting down of the Gypsies, the Armenians, the Scottish Highlanders, the dissident Irish, the Cathars.

Spare me your copyright on suffering. I, as a Semite, do not have it. Nor do you.

Labor OPPOSED the invasion of Iraq, you ignorant lying shit. I refer you to Crean’s speech at the docks: you’re off to the wrong war, but our hearts go with you.

They supported Afghanistan.

You have repeatedly libelled me, and I ask the name of your lawyer.

Fuck you.


I apologise, I have several facts wrong and you are right about these. But as to some other issues we can discuss.

1. The ALP supported the invasion of Iraq and agreed in Parliament that there were WMD. Crean said he didn’t support the invasion, but supported the troops conducting the invasion. That made no sense and he was dumped a few months later. Rudd supported both military actions and Hansard confirms this.

2. You have raised this about Arafat before. You’ll appreciate my desire for proof. Two autopsies, including by the leading French specialist, could find no evidence of poisoning.

3. Your death figures of civilians refer only to this current conflict, and not the hundreds slaughtered by suicide bombers and the five wars the Arbas launched since 1948.

4. I have never said you are an anti-semite! Where did you get that from? Please show me the lines or sentences that accuse you of this. I have NEVER accused you of this and I resent the implication. I also didn’t know you are Jewish as I did read that you said your grandmother was a convert. I apologise then as I didn’t know your Jewish family had died in the Holocaust and that you and your father are Jewish.

5. You are most right about the Armenians, native Americans, Gypsies and others. Point taken and I agree.

6. My lawyer is Capital Lawyers. Can I ask why you are going to sue me for discussing the situation in the Middle East? It seems … well, disproportionate.

Bob Ellis

You have a point. I withdraw the threat of court action, and accept your partial apology.

My grandmother Rachel Larkman was a Jew, and, after she ran away with and, as I understand it, did not marry Robert Ellis, a seedy dance-hall owner easy to imagine and was disinherited of millions, was converted to Seventh-Day Adventism, a Sabbattarian apocalyptic American religion which invented Weet-Bix and made early films on lung cancer and raised and unsettled me.

And so it goes.


You lost me after your first point: “The figures of children killed come from the Gaza Health authorities and have now been independently shown to contain multiple listings of the same children. The figures are fudged. Also, you make no mention of the hundreds of Israeli children Hamas has tried to kill with the 2,600 rockets they have fired at civilian areas”.

Hamas has ‘tried to kill’ hundreds of Israeli children and this somehow justifies the ACTUAL killing of hundreds of Palestinian children?


I smell the stink of antisemitism.

A question: What are the Israelis supposed to do about the constant bombardment of their country with Hamas missiles?

Another question: Why is Hamas using Palestinians as human shields?

Bob Ellis

Why is Israel killing the human shields?

Why kill anyone?

If a killer is hiding in Strathfield, do we bomb it flat?

If a killer is hiding in the al-Aqsa Mosque do we bomb it flat? Why not?

If Martin Bryant is hiding in Port Arthur, do we bomb it flat? Why not?

I have twenty million Jewish ancestors and admire six hundred Jewish artists, musicians and scientists and have said so in print and I need to sue you.

Please tell me your lawyer’s phone number, or apologise.

Do it now.

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (13)

Morrison called ‘surrender monkeys’ those like Sarah Hanson Young who did not want, like him, to put fifty children on Nauru for eighty or ninety years and never let them leave it — to get an education, or a job, or a spouse, or visit relatives in India. He put them in the meantime into a desert concentration camp, soon to close, and wouldn’t let them see their lawyers, and called a ‘stunt’ Hanson Young’s plan to visit them and ask how they were doing. He welcomed, however, visits from Indian bureaucrats who might now separate thirty Indian-born children from their parents and take them ‘home’ to Pondicherry to become child whores or street beggars or small businesspersons far from their grieving mothers, fathers, and elder siblings. He did not say why he had burnt their boat, and would not compensate the owners for this bizarre piratical assault on voyagers threatening no-one, anywhere.

Peter Van Onselen said India was not a signatory to the UN Convention that one does not persecute refugees and logically the High Court must now stop them going there. What we must do therefore, said PVO, is withdraw from the UN Convention. He did this on his show, and was not arrested for advocating terrorism, an oversight perhaps.

Peter Slipper, the man whose vote elected Tony Abbott, was told he might get five years for spending nine hundred dollars on cabcharges to wineries. This was nine thousand less than Abbott illegally spent on air fares to book launches of Battlelines, his manifesto, in 2009. But he paid it back in time, or rather his publisher Louise Adler did, and grew very snaky with him when he did not pay her back, so that she lost money on the book. Though Abbott, Brough, Brandis and Pyne had wrongly called Slipper a ‘workplace sexual harasser’ of a trembling thirty-four year old male, James Ashby, and could be sued by him for 350 thousand each, as could eighteen Murdoch journalists and five or six shock jocks, Slipper, grown mad and suicidal, had shown mercy on them. It was remarked that Abbott wrongly spent six hundred dollars flying to Slipper’s wedding, and paid this back too, and so avoided five years in gaol.

Murdoch’s Daily Telegraph published a morphed photo of Slipper as a ‘dirty rat’ and a Newspoll alleging Abbott was now as popular as Shorten, and his government on 46. The Morgan poll, an honest one — it rings mobiles, and redistributes Palmer as its respondents want, not as they used to — had them on 45.5.

Warfare round the MH 17 crash site caused Australian police, again, not to go there. Their presence, and Julie Bishop’s, in the area, cost a quarter of a million dollars that day. Abetz meanwhile announced that anyone under fifty who lost their jobs would not get the dole for six months, a saving of fifty thousand dollars a day. So a search for bits of the dead in an area as big as Marrickville full of bits of other dead people was more important than the misery of living breadwinners and the welfare of their children in towns that were dying, as always.

The amount spent searching for MH 370 in an area as big as Queensland hit half a billion.

His Finest Hour

The ‘strong and admirable leadership’ Abbott and Bishop have shown, according to the smh editorial, begs the question, ‘against what opposition?’ Shorten has assonantly echoed their every press release. Obama has marched in lockstep with their paranoid bellicosity. Not even Jacqui Lambie has come out in favour of killing tourists in mid-air. They each have hinted Putin should be denied the joys of Brisbane if it proves he killed thirty-seven Australians with malice aforethought and then attempted an alibi. They have threatened with Commonwealth Police a war-zone raining bodies from the air. Joint funerals of promiscuously mingled body-parts have been attended by two of our foremost generals. There have been daily Prime Ministerial statements on how the body parts are doing and how soon, in calendar months, the bereaved might see and cremate them.

But they might be overdoing it, rather. Bishop, sensing the drift of the wind, last night asserted it might be ‘days, not years’ before the corpses are reassembled and flown home and ‘reunited’, whatever that means, with sad siblings and fiancees. And Abbott has backed away from his ‘persecuting Putin’ initiative of last Friday. He knows full well he will come willy-nilly to Brisbane, and shake Tony Abbott’s hand.

And this will show, as this last week has, that nothing like ‘the adults’ are in charge; a coven of squawking Chicken Littles seems nearer the mark. Tony Abbott, the Chicken Little-in-Chief, seems unable to get a corpse in a coffin, properly labelled, within three months of its murder. In this way, the Murdochists proclaim, he has shown himself a true world statesman.

It is to be wondered, however, how long this numbering and naming of corpses, their embalming, refabricating and searching for clues, and their scores of separate onerous funerals will stay interesting. The thirty-seven children whom Scott Morrison has lately driven mad may more intrigue the television audience hereafter. The living have a future, the dead, it has proved, a more limited one. Abbott’s obsession with the latter, after spending half a billion dollars on a passionate search through several oceans for MH 370, may with his morbid picking over of the broken bits of this latest ill-lost Boeing win fewer friends than he is counting on.

I may be wrong about this. The western suburbs mày hail him as a Churchill, come to judgment.

And we will see what we shall see.

MH17: An Exchange


It might turn out that the real meaning of ‘Called to account’ will constitute a similar consequence to the compensation paid by the Ukraine government to the families of 78 victims in the 2004 accidental downing of the Siberian Airlines flight by a Ukraine military missile over the Black Sea a fair distance from Ukrainian territory (airplane was closer to Turkey during peacetime.)

Also this meaning of “called to account” eventuated, after an indecently long delay, when America paid “ex gratia” funds to victims’ families for the USS Vincennes’ 1988 accidental downing of an Iranian Airbus. Despite attempts by Pres. Reagan to claim it was an act of self-defence, the 290 deaths were finally compensated for during Clinton’s presidency. Reading the Wikipedia summary, one is struck by how closely the current Machiavellian American and the current Murdochian Australian responses to the Malaysian Airlines tragedy is a grim echo of the USA’s over a quarter century ago:

“The Vincennes had entered Iranian territorial waters after one of its helicopters drew warning fire from Iranian speedboats operating within Iranian territorial limits, after the helicopter violated the Rules of Engagement by getting too close to the speedboats. The United States officially claimed that the Vincennes was acting in self-defense in international waters at the time of the incident; subsequent disclosures would show that the Vincennes had entered Iranian waters and then initiated a skirmish with the Iranian coastal patrol vessels which had posed no threat to it.”

“…….the airliner was making IFF squawks in Mode III (not Mode II used by Iranian military planes), a signal that identified it as a civilian craft, and operators of Vincennes mistook for Mode II. According to the United States Government, the crew incorrectly identified the Iranian Airbus A300 as an attacking F-14A Tomcat fighter, a plane made in the United States and operated at that time by only two forces worldwide, the United States Navy and the Islamic Republic of Iran Air Force. The Iranian F-14s had been supplied by manufacturer Grumman in an air-to-air configuration only and had no known anti-ship capabilities.”

To quote Mark Twain yet again, “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.”

Hugh Weiss

The day after the USS Vincennes’ downed the Iranian Airbus, Hem I was scrambling on to the then once weekly flight from BKK to Hanoi. The plane was an aged Tupolev TU34b still sporting the glass nose from its previous life as a Soviet maritime reconnaissance / bomber. In those days Hang Kong Vietnam didn’t allocate seats, so it was the quick & the dead. If you didn’t get one, wait until next week & run faster.

In the scrambled I ended up grabbing a seat beside a round faced bloke with an afro & a little pencil moustache. As I sat down, two big blokes in the seats behind jumped up to grab me but my new mate signalled them to sit back. My seat companion was apparently a VIP who’d been been boarded earlier. We started chatting about the news & story on the front page of the BKK Nation. Seemed a pretty decent, well educated, rational bloke. No political rhetoric or dogma.

As it happened John Button was leading the first trade mission to Vietnam & we all ended up in the Foreign Ministry guesthouse. Down in the foyer just before dinner, I was talking to a couple of Aussie when my flight mate & his entourage came down the steps & he came over for a chat. After a few minutes A convoy of bloody great Russian stretched limos turned up, one with a Libyan flag on its pole.

My little mate turned out to be the Libyan Defence Minister, in Vietnam to acquire a couple more plane loads of air defence weapons one of my Vietnamese contacts reported later. If you’ve worked out the timing, Hem, that’s about 18 months after Reagan sent the F-111s in to bombed Gaddafi’s palace after deciding he was behind that nightclub bombing in West Berlin.

These recurrent ‘incidents’ which end up being the basis for political hairy chestedness, accusation & counter accusation, followed by acts of knee-jerk retribution have a long history. The Yanks & Poms always claim to have definitive evidence. History usually ends up telling another story.

At least on this occasion, the US seems to be agreeing MH17 was an accidental shoot down & they’re indicating there was a basis for the error. That tells you a lot about how much the global power balance has changed since Iraq & the GFC. I get the feeling the last remaining war mongers are TAbbott & McCain.


I keep thinking about what a little old Ukrainian woman said to a sniffing reporter, after a corpse fell through her roof and landed in her lounge room.

“It was the day it began raining humans.” she was reported to have said.

Flat endless fields of sunflowers waving in the summer sky and above, quite suddenly, it began raining humans.

Richelieu II

A brilliant summation of Abbott’s and Liberals use of this event for their own propaganda and polling means. The ABC has run this propaganda line for the government for the past 7 days, yet the Liberals will still accuse of it left wing bias and call for its privatization. Good luck ABC it doesn’t matter what you do the Liberals will try to destroy you.


Sick making…


And now the Governor General Sir Peter is flying halfway around the world to greet a plane (hasnt it already arrived?) transporting the body remains to the morgue in Amsterdam.

At what stage does Abbott’s hunger for personal kudos and political shamanism become ghoulish abuse of his own people?

Will there be a funeral parade in each capital city, 21 gun salutes and Mayoral speeches, with special appearances of the weeping Abbettes wearing white with “It might have been me” in red across their not bad looking breasts.

Do these innocent people and their families deserve the added injury of being dragooned into the political service of a sinking politician’s final moments on stage? The line between dignity and respect on the one side, and pomp and pastiche on the other is not so fine that Abbott can get away with this sham.

Shame on him, and shame on his pitiless breed.

A12 yr old vision impaired girl wrote to him to plead that the $175k grant to paralymic sports be reinstated after Hockey cut it, got this response:

“”I congratulate you on taking an interest in your system of government,

“We are a great country and a great people. One day it will be the responsibility of you and your generation to lead our country.”

I guess he was busy rehearsing his grief, while the inner politician was whispering ‘i love the smell of napalm in the morning’

The Three Worst Things The Liberals Did Yesterday (8)

Abbott was shown to have colluded with Murdoch, but hidden from his party, his catastrophic Millionairesses’ Pregnancy Bonus before he announced it without consulting them. ‘Sometimes it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission,’ he chuckled pleasantly at the time. Its consequence, the likely destruction of his party and the axe murder of Joe’s Budget and career, he judged a small price to pay for his whimsy. It was approved after all by Credlin, who was keeping her eggs in his fridge, and that was enough for him. It would cost his party eighty seats, but hey ho, shit happens.

A report said all the children on Christmas Island were now mentally ill, and many mothers on suicide watch, in part because their babies had no floor space to crawl on. The children had been made mad by having no schooling whatever, and nothing to do. Widely called ‘child abuse’, these conditions were commanded by Morrison, our nation’s Child Abuser-in-Chief.

He was in India, where government officials responded with shock and loathing to his proposition that they take back from him the Tamils he had kidnapped on the high seas, and pay for their upbringing, care and old age. Morrison, amazed that he no longer has anyone to sell slaves to, may have to commit some sort of hari-kiri before the victims of his piracy arrive, acclaimed, in the High Court to testify against him.

Abbott meantime swore that he would leave no stone unturned until every sacred fingerbone of the Australian dead had been brought home for cremation. Two further planes were shot down over the crime scene, adding further dead to it, while his people dug up a field as big as Bathurst for vital clues, and Angus Houston earned five thousand dollars awaiting for two hours with sombre dignity whatever Australians had been thus far exhumed, though thirty were still missing.

It is not yet known what Abbott will do if any of his ‘diggers’ are killed by neighbouring gunfire. Declare war perhaps, on some country that is hopefully smaller than Russia.

MH 17: An Exchange

Klondike Rob

I am sure others* have picked up on some curious inconsistencies over the past few days in how the MH17 crash site story is being reported when one considers, without bias, what one can observe from afar.(*Some of the very observant folk who comment on this blog.)


1. Within a day or so of the crash, an operation is underway to locate and mark human remains with white flags on sticks. Commentary says much of this being done by volunteer off duty coal miners. It may be a crudely executed operation, but it looks to be both systematic and organised. And humanitarian. Few resources at hand. But something is happening. Who planned and ordered this? Who called out the miners?

2. The body hunt is followed, logically, a day or two later with a systematic, if clumsy, collection of human remains in plastic bags. Who organised this? Who provided the body bags? It looks – visually on TV – to be a combination of uniformed emergency workers, miners and civilian volunteers. Who recruited them? Did the local CWA provide lunch? No, that’s not a daft question – this is a large scale drafting of people in a war zone for a very unpleasant task. It doesn’t just happen. Willing people – caring people – need to be brought together.

3. The body bags seemingly immediately find their way to a waiting train of refrigerated vans. The bags are counted – presumably an inventory prepared – and loaded into the vans. Who provided this train and ensured its safe arrival and standing at the station? Can you imagine doing something like this in Australia – the bureaucracy, finding the rolling stock, etc etc? It doesn’t just happen.

Do you see what I am suggesting – a three tiered organised search, recovery and safe repository of the remains of several hundred people put together in a war zone by …. whom?

Don’t look to our media for an immediate answer. All of this happened while they were bleating on about … what?

Politicians, journalists, bureaucrats, et al. Blind as bloody bats, the lot of you.

There is another level to the events of the past few days we are not being told about. No conspiracy here, just mass incompetence of journalists and the usual self serving of politicians.


KR, we also forget that they are pretty poor over there…

Helping ,not accusing works better always.

Klondike Rob


Would it not be a very nice, and a try Australian, gesture if our Prime Minister, or our foreign Minister, said, “We don’t know who organised the search, recovery and safe care of the remains of our fellow Australians, but we would like to say, “Thank you”. We know it would have been done with few resources, perhaps with little prior experience, and it was undertaken in an unsafe war zone in the face of an angry world, but that makes what was done all that much more appreciated. Thank you to all those who did this and arranged for it to be done. We don’t fully understand how it happened, but it happened. Thank you.”

But, you and I know Tony and Julie won’t say anything like this.” Nor will Bill Shorten or any of our so-called leaders. No, this is an opportunity for political advantage taking and world stage strutting.


Thanks for your post that has exceptional cogency and common sense.

The pathetic excuse for analysis we are getting from the so-called professional journalists is life imitating art – specifically, the brilliant Australian TV satire of current affairs programs, “Frontline” (1994-1997), with Rob Stitch playing the presenter and character, Mike Moore. An episode in which he reports from PNG for a week is the most apposite of all, but one of the sharpest was titled “Heroes and Villains”. That’s what the MSM wants and is going to create come Hades or high water. Our PM is the Aussie Winston Churchill and and Putin is another Stalin.

Alas, after copping a half-dozen variations of Mike on commercial channels and ABC, I just can’t stand to watch anymore and now sticking to Table Talk and a couple USA progressive blogs.

The Murdoch/Rinehart, ABC Copycatters have already set in concrete the Hero/Villain paradigm for this tragedy, and within a month we’ll see the polling (bogus or not, doesn’t matter) which saves Tony’s bacon and in two years sweeps him through a triumphant re-election campaign.

Poor fellow, our country.

Florence nee Fedup

I wonder with all this talk of tainted evidence, are some trying to discredit the evidence that might emerge.

We know the bodies where falling from that plane long before it hit the ground. One came through the roof of a near house.

No one has said what Putin has to gain, from this plane falling from the sky.

Florence nee Fedup

I always like a cool head, in any time of crisis. The cool head is more likely to get it right.

I have the feeling, that while Abbott is ranting and raving, Malaysia have been talking to the people that count, the so called Separatists.


Yes, the Malaysians seem to have their heads together this time around. They are keeping clear of Abbott and Bishop, I see.

You’re right! cool heads are far preferable. Am not seeing Abbott nor Bishop as being cool headed. They’re a worry.

Bodies falling from the sky, with debris spread over 12 km, is horrific.

It’s getting to the truth of it all, which is going to be the problem.


As can be seen by the Unanimous UNSC Resolution, just this once it appears Tony Abbott is on the side of the angels & so you need to pull your head in Mr Ellis, pronto. Nobody knows how to do bloodless internal coups (& counter-coups)like The Australian Labor Party. With any luck Dimtri Medvedev will follow Julia Gillard’s lead & swiftly destroy Vladimir Putin. Or that’s what I’m hoping, praying, twittering & wishing for anyway. But as you say ‘we shall see what we shall see’ won’t we? Regards, ~IMC..:)



Of course they should stop all domestic and cargo flights over war zones, or places of unrest where lots of war equipment is being used.

However with the antics of Abbott and Bishop, it is pretty obvious the neocons are baying for WW3. With these, more fear = more control.

Peter X

You are right Heather about the neocons, “We must have that war with Oceania (or is it Eurasia?) soon”.

Peter X

Abbott’s obsession with dead bodies and little respect for the living suggests he has missed his calling and should have been an undertaker. He actually looks like one. My apologies to any undertakers reading this for reinforcing a stereotype.

Today’s Nielsen

One shouldn’t be ungrateful I know but today’s Age/Nielsen Poll, with Labor on 54 two party preferred, understates its actual support by 3 or 4 percent.

This is because of an extinct technology, landlines, which no-one under thirty much uses, being rung on those nights, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, when few people under fifty are at home, and the redistributing of Palmer preferences, which used to go to the Liberals, and now go mostly to Labor, as if they still went to the Liberals.

This brings Labor up to 57 or 58, where Morgan mostly has it, Morgan which rings mobiles, a good thing to do, and asks people what their preferences actually are. And it means the Liberals lose fifty seats to Labor or PUP or the Greens, and, to judge by recent polling in Pyne’s electorate, Abbott’s, Pyne’s, Hockey’s and Morrison’s too.

This is if the voting isn’t like that in Stafford on Saturday, two days ago, which if duplicated federally would mean the Coalition loses eighty-seven seats and keeps three.

It is wrong for Nielsen to not ring mobiles, and to follow the creepy, fraudulent, unconvicted global criminal Murdoch in misallocating preferences.

I beseech them to follow their honest intentions, and tell it like it is.

Ferguson Versus Abbott: An Exchange

chris hunter

Well Abbott didn’t pay for his own education in Australia or England. He didn’t even have to put money towards at least one of his children’s education, as the vast majority of us did and do.

What else did Abbott not pay for that he expects all of us to stump up for? He’s a race apart. An alien.

Screw Pulls

He didn’t pay tax?


So if you pay tax things should be free? I think Health and Education should be. How about you?

chris hunter

Screwy, did Abbott not win a law suit against Bob Ellis’s publisher for defamation – something about his political career being damaged? I seem to remember reading that it was enough to buy a house with – at that time?

Bob Ellis

He was 22 and had never had a job. How did he pay tax?

He and his wife got about 130,000 from the lawsuit. A house in Forestville at that time cost about 200,000.


So slippery! Sarah did her best but he is becoming more skilled by the day in appealing to the simple minded!
Like Helvi and others, I have a sinking feeling about the chasm of corruption we are now plummeting into. Alas, Murdoch still seems to hold the ultimate control, and looks set to be after even more! There surely has to be some natural justice soon.


You can take the boy out of the seminary, Soucieuse, but you cant take the seminary out of the boy.

Abbott is an injection moulded piece of jesuit plastic. Not a theologian but a shallow whiskey priest with a worn out copy of Gibbons Decline and Fall, and parroting platitudes in the celestial fog of his own indoctrination.

He is kind and avuncular to his wards, and as long as they accept his “well, that’s a mystery, boys, and we have to believe even if we dont quite understand or even agree” , he wont get out his strap and beat the bejesus out of you.

When he said genteelly, ” And plainly, Sarah, you obviously have a perspective which you are doing your best to prosecute.” that was his last warning.

When he went into that 20 second vibrating silence with Mark Riley, he was about to bring down the fucking wrath of god on your fucking head you insolent little shit with your artysmarty clever little fucking questions rot in the flames of hell I’ll shove that fucking mic up your rectum in a minute if you dont get the fuck out of my face you miserable prick.

Ecce Homo.

It felt quite bizarre!
An outabody experience.

One knew very well that the interview with that man would be exasperating yet one still watched; and one was stunned by the slow, slithering utterances that man made, utterances which were utterly expected yet which still mesmerised one!

One felt like chucking most violently, a boot at the telly, as one could hear more loudly the badly engineered cogs in his brain, then his words and tongue smacks.

t was an incredible twilight zone-type moment and it would have hurt a lot more than it did, were it not for the lovely, knowing, sly smiles on Fergie’s face as she let him grind away those cogs into a seizure.

Gruesome but lovely.

Whatever oil that man is using to move those cogs, it ain’t oil!


“One felt like chucking most violently, a boot at the telly…”

Every time Tony uttered the word ‘well’, I felt unwell..


Off topic Helvi but have a look at this about Australians and Asylum seekers. I posted this link in a previous blog for you. I have doubted this presumption of our racism for some time.


You did better than me. I couldn’t bring myself to watch.


And I meant to add, Dali, I so love it when you talk dirty!

It’s not just dirty, it’s like – shit, I don’t know what simile to use here… perhaps it’s like the icing on those Greek crescent cookies. It adds a very welcoming sweetness to your prose. Probably because they are attached to meaningful insults. Probably, I don’t fucking know.
I am drooling over your last paragraph!
Quite a surprising, most gratifying experience!


Soucieuse, you can kinda understand why his minders don’t let him to have interviews more often, (Alan and Andrew don’t count,)every reply starts with ‘well’… Back to the broom cupboard.

According to Tony, Labor has initiated or done everything what has ever happened in Oz, Labor is almost god-like..

You make me proud Tony, but what about you Liberals, still busy with the secret on-water-matters. :mad:

“There surely has to be some natural justice soon”, one hopes…

chris hunter July 18, 2014 at 8:53 am

Natural justice? As this slippery eel Abbott tightens the noose on free speech there will be no natural justice.

Blogs like this may well be ‘silenced’. To talk about ‘on water matters’ for example – a breach of security and therefore liable to prosecution, that is, you can be ‘disappeared’ for a few weeks without your relatives being notified.

Where are we heading with all this childish security nonsense?

Mal Kukura

The ugly intellectual dwarf and spiritually bankrupt traitor was on display for all to see as Sarah Ferguson lifted up his scanty disguises one by one to give us a peep at the vile barbarian behind the superficial appearances.

Tony Abbott’s performance one on one with Sarah Ferguson last night demonstrates decisively how utterly dependent he is on the powerful Murdoch dominated media hegemon that protects and defends him to present him as a totally artificial entity that exists only as a virtual image electronically magnified to try to hide the lies as is typical of the most extreme human predators roaming the Earth.

The timing of this appearance after so long absent following his two pathetic exposures by Kerry O’Brien and Leigh Sales – says everything about why he was installed by the investors who have hijacked the LNP coalition and are converting it into a fascist instrument to achieve the thousand year reich they fantasize.

It says everything about how much of a threat they perceive there is to their private interests – represented by the sustainable geo-culture that must come.

A house divided will not stand. It cannot go on half sustainable and half-poisoned. It cannot go on half slave and half free.


a running commentary on operational matters gives aid and comfort to the people smugglers

Blatant, stare at the judge and lie, bullshit. You KNOW that decent Australians would recoil from your savagery and attack you. Bullshit Tony, and your daughters KNOW their father is a liar.


From memory there were NO people smugglers on the Sri Lankan boat. It was PURCHASED BY THE ASYLUM SEEKERS. No smugglers involved. I am fairly sure that fact is established. Next lying excuse Tony?

chris hunter

Yes, that was something I picked up on.


Your memory serves you well. A very important fact that has slipped past unnoticed. Lets remind people of that.


All asylum seekers have mobile phones and instantly notify their smuggling agents and families about the success or otherwise of their voyage. Most times the people smugglers have a paid captain on the boat. So, quite obviously, people smugglers are totally and instantly informed about Aust govt interceptions and tactics.

The target of Morrison’s secrecy is the Australian voter (you and me) lest we become too disgusted by what Morrison is doing.


Thank you for putting this transcript up.

It serves as an important historical record, for now, and in the future.

Being able to scrutinise the print form of the interview is also a necessary strategy for countering a Prime Minister whose use of language is post-modern in the extreme …… that is, something like, ” I will give generally agreed language my very own meaning whenever I choose to do so, at whim, and depending on the time, the context, who I am talk at, and whatever political advantage it might bring to me. ”

Thus in the post-carbon tax era, Abbott is now calling himself a ‘conservationist.’ There is no evidence that I am aware of to support this extraordinary piece of political speak.

On the contrary, his political performance in the past four years, has demonstrated an exquisite narrow self-serving machiavellianism par excellence. In a rare statement of political honesty made to Tony Windsor, in 2010, Abbott shared that he would …’ give his arse to be Prime Minister.’
That says it all for this ‘ suppository of wisdom’ language postmodernist.

Last night on the 7.30 Report, using her incisive, persistent and ever respectful questioning, Sarah Ferguson, almost checkmated this linguistically slippery Prime Minister, such that he looked like ‘ Mr Rabbit. ‘ caught in the uncomfortable glare of inquisitorial headlights.

Can’t see him fronting up again on this program any time soon.


Michael, after repealing the carbon tax, he felt cocky and confident, brave enough to front up Sarah; it was going to his moment in the sun, how wrong he was…


He has the most unconvincing voice in Australian politics at the moment. It’s neither fish nor fowl. It never lands anywhere, it’s always on its toes, never plants a fully loaded footfall, he confuses repetition with conviction.


Despite Sarah’s best efforts Abbott managed to stick to the pre-prepared script and repeated the same old cliched lines each time.

In doing so he demonstrated what an automaton he really is plus his inability for free thought.

It’s when he strays from the script that he really falls apart and it’s just a matter of time before he loses control.

Nevertheless it was enjoyable to see him squirm over his growing legacy of blunders.

Sarah, I want to have your babies.


She’d have to ask Tony Jones wouldnt she?


Sarah is her own woman,I feel.

Wood + Stone
TONY ABBOTT: My position is that climate change is real, humanity does make a contribution and it’s important to have strong and effective policies to deal with it and that’s exactly what the Coalition’s Direct Action policy is.

Looked at from any angle that single sentence is going to cause so much confusion and pain.
Best of all it will produce back tracking, fumbled excuses, and so much laughter.


Andrew Bolt must feel a little anxious, either his friend is a liar, or his friend thinks Bolt is an idiot.

Wood + Stone

It gets better allthumbs.

This from IPA Obersturmführer Sinclair Davidson in yesterday’s Drum – his penultimate sentence reads:
“Australia should fully commit to participating in a global solution to global warming…”.

I’d say that everyone in the Conservative/Denialist camp is getting a little nervous; one minute it’s crap the next it’s “humanity does make a contribution”, and “[we should] fully commit”.

It’s difficult to describe my contempt at the hypocrisy.


“It’s difficult to describe my contempt at the hypocrisy.”

You should have a go W+S, it is cleansing for the soul.

Although Whyalla with a population of around 20K souls, is still on the map, the PM decided to wipe out the car industry and associated suppliers with many more people affected.

Did, he not say to them the Carbon Tax will be gone, hang on till then, we will be building the roads of the future for your cars, hang on till then?

Whaylla, pfft!

chris hunter

As we speak the coal fired power stations around Australia have been given carte blanche.

They are now ramping up the pollution as we speak, hammer and tongs.

Where and when did Abbott learn to lie so conclusively?

chris hunter July 18, 2014 at 9:14 am

It’s curious, how in this interview, Abbott is now “stopping the boats”, when prior to this exchange he has always claimed to have “stopped the boats”.

The circling prison ship of shame is getting to him. His legal briefs are having trouble formulating a language that makes piracy legal. And Burnside and co are waiting.

I guess I’ll be disappeared now for breaching security matters?

If you are reading this now I could be dead. :mrgreen:


What worries me about the circling prison ship of shame is the number on its side:



Trivial? I would like to see the PM or any other dignitaries address the interviewer as Mr, Ms, Mrs, to attempt to equalise status.

Today’s Newspoll

In yet another bizarre muddleheaded Newspoll (we see two columns saying ‘Rudd’s/Abbott’s Performance’ and ‘Abbott’s/Shorten’s Performance’ and thus indicating, wrongly I would think, that each man led at different times the same party and Gillard led no party at all) we learn, or we think we learn, or I guess we learn, that the Coalition are, on AVERAGE, over three months, that is April through June, on only 37 percent, down from the 40 percent they were on in January through March.

But this means, surely, that the Coalition vote is 35 now, since the overall trend is down, down, down, and was 36 in March.

That’s of course if you believe an extinct technology, landlines, rung on nights when no-one under forty was home, and you believe redistributed preferences continue now the way they were in September, when Abbott was lying in his teeth, and Palmer voters trusted him to do what he said he would.

Morgan, who rings mobiles as well as landlines and asks respondents what their preferences are NOW and has got the last three elections dead right, puts Labor lately on 57.5, and the Coalition, trailing them by two MILLION votes, on 42.5, two party preferred.

It is also nonetheless crystal clear though, from this published poll, and the Choirboy’s feverish Abbott-mulching piece in Saturday’s Australian, and the headline today, ‘Prime Minister losing favour in former strongholds’, that Murdoch wants Abbott gone and Turnbull, probably, back.

And that he came to this decision pretty suddenly. The idiocy of the Abbott/Shorten figures bespeaks an O’Shannessy minion caught on the hop round midnight, and too drunk to remember what party Shorten was in, if any.

Stormy Murdoch waters ahead, as he changes flagships midstream.

And so it goes.

The Choirboy’s Conversion

Read The Weekend Australian Commentary section, p22, in which PVO, also known as the Choirboy, buckets Tony Abbott and calls him a fool and a failure bound for an electoral calamity worse than Whitlam’s in 1975.

It only goes to show I think that as Honest Abe might have put it you can insult the intelligence of some of the people some of the time, insult the intelligence of some of the people all of the time, insult the intelligence of all of the people some of the time, but but you cannot, you cannot, you cannot, or you cannot any more, insult the intelligence of even the craven, slithering, sneering, smirking Murdoch lickspittle Peter Van Onselen, all of the time.

Canberra Dateline

Wednesday, 7.25 pm

It’s hard to imagine where Abbott can go now, after Clive and Al tonight foreboded, side by side, a Budget utterly, luridly, comprehensively smashed; that, and an early dinner. A senior, really senior, Cabinet Minister told me half an hour ago, while we stood together awaiting the lift, ‘Tony is unafraid of the polls, and he’s as likely as not to go to a Double Dissolution. He really is.’ I dare not think this is so. But…but…

Well…the only item they will get through now will INCREASE the deficit, and no cuts to pensions, the ABC, SBS, and CSIRO will be tolerated by Palmer, Labor, the DLP, the Greens… which leaves them, this year, the Truss-Abbott gang who can’t shoot straight, sixty billion in the hole, next year a hundred billion in the hole….and they have no Plan B…and they never had one…so…

And Morrison is planning war crimes at such a rate the GG will have to sack him. He now proposes sending genuine refugees and their children back to torture and death in Iraq, and paying their fare there, much as one might offer champagne and a chicken dinner in the dining car of a train to Auschwitz. The Senate might move he be psychiatrically investigated. He is certainly much, much crazier every day.

Thursday, 5.10 amp

Just saw Clive’s Lateline interview. A graceful rubicund wheezy fat man like Les Murray, Richard Griffiths, Nye Bevan, W.C. Fields, W.G. Grace, he deftly steers each googly to leg and beams at the bowler and dares you to classify him. And you can’t.

It’s a mistake I think to imagine that like, say, John Elliott he wants only money, more and more money as a constant, feverish, lifelong, punishing, lacerous pursuit. He’s been there, done that. His one billion personal fortune, put in a bank, would earn him 961,538 in interest every week. What he wants now, I think, is what Al Gore has, an Oscar and a Nobel Prize, or a seat in the House of Lords or a bronze statue, three times life size, in the foyer of the United Nations.

It’s a mistake too I think to equate him with one of the great benevolent American capitalists like Rockefeller or Sulzberger or Ted Turner, a wily, flush-faced vessel of nobless oblige. What he’s most like is one of those literary/political gadflies, GBS or Gore Vidal or P.J. O’Rourke or Denis Healey or Gerry Connolly, a maestro of what Shaw called ‘uncommon sense’, and the sudden, arresting phrase that seems — for the moment — eternally true.

It’s worthwhile too to try and find among his buoyant swift utterances (he speaks as fast as Ken Howard and uses verbs, waterfalls of verbs, where most politicians use elongated bureaucratic abstract nouns long leached of any meaning but procrastination), to try and find anything you disagree with. Are we all, like him and Al, citizens of the globe? Of course we are. Do we care about the planet? Of course we do. Do we want Tony Abbott to stop telling lies and degrading our politics? Absolutely.

In his speedy shuttlecock declamations he reminds us of Burke, of Bacon, of Demosthenes, of Socrates, men who thought from time to time about larger things and with their startling conclusions risked their careers and sometimes their lives. It has been the media’s biggest mistake to think him just another Queensland rogue like Hinze. He is more like the better Queenslanders Theodore, Killen, Katter, Beattie, Gerry Connolly, Bille Brown. Or, among citizens of the world, he’s more like… well…King O’Malley.

And so it goes.

10.10 am

Am yelped at by Pyne in the Senate courtyard. He is superbly dressed and very short and loud. Loudness is a tactic that compels agreement, obedience, craven compliance, grovelling. ‘Hi Bob! I saw you in the Gallery! What are you down for?!’ ‘For the overthrow, ‘I wheezed, ‘of Abbott, this afternoon.’ He yelps with seeming laughter and carries on. It is true what a respondent said: Rik Myall is the perfect casting.

A palpable jumpy turbulence in Aussie’s, not apparent yesterday. An appointment with a Shorten staffer has been delayed. Tactics, doubtless, are being discussed, closely. Is Abbott, as some say, crazy-brave? Will he bring on a Double Dissolution? He stuck, after all, to his PPL though it’s wrecking, currently, a ninety-year-old Coalition and losing five million FEMALE votes, a hundred more each week. What have he and Clive stitched up? I eat Weet-Bix, and wait with interest.

12.50 pm

Have a ticket to Question Time. The Palmer-Abbott shakedown inconclusive. Outside chance J.Bishop will force a spill when Abbott reveals to the Ministry the abject surrender he has in mind and her old ally Turnbull comes back as Prime Minister by Saturday.

Elsewhere, things more momentous are happening. Al-Maliki has refused to be, or even seem, collegiate, and thereby doomed himself to CIA assassination and Iraq to church-burning medieval madmen. Napthine’s government is on 41 percent, in large part because of the ‘rotten federal Budget’, and would lose most of its seats in an election held now. Murdoch is wanted for ‘a chat’ with British coppers appalled that Brookes and many of her lovers have got away with it. Brookes may be coming to Australia to manage, say, The Herald-Sun. Morrison has sworn that ‘even if there is 49 percent chance’ of Iraqi children being raped or murdered, he will send them back to Iraq, to teach them a lesson. This is kidnap and assisting murder in most jurisdictions but he, as usual, is proud of it. David Cameron has apologised for employing a criminal, sacked for bugging, in order to stay ‘close to Murdoch’, a necessary ally, and going on long horse rides in the woods with his comely neighbour Rebekah Brookes, with whom he was ‘very close’.

It is possible the Murdoch saga has reached its end, and my miniseries can at least begin to be made in my lifetime.

And so it goes.

4.25 pm

Abbott in Question Time seemed a thin-voiced querulous repetitive old man, no meat on his bones, wobbly on his pins, and I expected him to fall down dead for the first forty minutes though he warmed up later, as he again and again said ‘We were elected to clean up Labor’s debt-and-deficit-disaster,’ a focus-group-tested phrase he could be sued for — by Tanner, Gillard, Swan, Rudd. Morrison was the feeblest I’ve seen him, huskily ranting without much conviction about the ‘security threat’ of those Australians who go to Iraq and come back enflamed with the terrorist bacillus and will be gaoled for longer than mass murderers on their return. This means a young man goes to rescue his mother from a bombarded suburb in Damascus and comes home with her gets twenty-five years for it and so, no doubt, does she, after being osmotically ‘radicalised’ by seeing her neighbours murdered in hundreds by Assad, the good guy again, suddenly, as Orwell might have decreed: we are at war again with Eastasia; we were always at war with Eastasia.

Palmer left early, wearied with the government’s club-footed, stumbling mediocrity. Not by a big margin, the Opposition seemed more confident. The 59-41 figure, Labor’s way, in Victoria had energised them, perhaps, and dismayed the Liberals, as did their Leader’s dogged, repetitive, senile defence of his Billionairesses’ Fecundity Bonus: if public servants get it, if Opposition staffers get it, why can’t waitresses, nurses, cleaning ladies, call-girls? He never addresses the question, get how much?, deeming fifty thousand for some babies, and ten thousand for others, ‘fair and equitable’; some babies are more equal than others, as Orwell, ever present in this parliament, might have sneered.

6.50 pm

I eat a good roast lamb in the canteen and watch on television the ABC’s red-fanged Vampire Girl alleging the Government has an evident ‘spring in their step’ now Clive has given them cause for rejoicing. Back in Aussie’s, whose two TVs show only football, I encounter Doug Cameron, the world’s most unlikely teetotaller, and upbraid him for not having seen Sunshine On Leith. ‘But ay’ve hearrd the soond track!’ he whimpers, abjectly. Jim Chalmers says he’s enjoying frontline politics even more than he expected to, not least because of the lunacy of the worst bunch of head-kicking droogs in five decades.

I have my eighth coffee, and pace about the architecture. More and more it’s apparent what brain-scarring Abbott suffers from. It’s estrangement-related, and might be called the Existential Migrant Syndrome. By age twelve he was a day-boy with a funny accent failing to penetrate the citadel of the dorm-dwellers of Riverview and had to curry favour by feigning agreement with whatever fool Papist war-cry was placed before him lest his head by thrust down the toilet and his tiny testicles bootblacked in the dressing room. And he’s been like this ever since. Whatever audience he’s in front of, whatever company he’s in, he tells them, existentially, as a nervous migrant would, whatever they want to hear. If it’s no new taxes, no cuts to pensions, no cuts to education, a unity ticket on NDIS, a redefinition of Disability, or whatever, well, that’s what he tells them, imagining his every utterance is off-mike, nudge-nudge, in hugger-mugger, and is amazed when it makes the headline.

And he tells the big end of town he’s fixing up ‘Labor’s mess’ by cuts to education, cuts to pensions, and, alas, forgive me, sirs, a ‘temporary levy’ on people earning more than 150,000 a year. He has no emotional memory in one room of what he said in another. Truth to him is conditional, conditional on where you are. It’s a terrible sickness, one that brands him as a pathological fibber.

And it’s a pity.

8.10 pm

I encounter Morrison twice in the corridor; our eyes do not meet. He knows who I am, and wants — I think — to talk to me, and fears, or partly fears, he may have to eventually, soon; and I brush past him silently cursing his existence. He will have read my column calling him ‘evil’, or a sentence or two of it, and it will have troubled him. And he will have responded to it this morning by saying, bizarrely, this morning, that children with only a forty-nine percent chance of being executed on the tarmac, or raped and beheaded, will be sent back anyway to their country of origin.

Mike Kelly, who appears before me, having just reaffirmed after moral doubt and grim soul-searching his preselection for Eden Monaro, and buys me my ninth coffee in Aussie’s, agrees this would be a war crime, because you are obliged, you are truly obliged, and you have been since 1947, not to endanger a refugee, any refugee, by sending them into harm’s way. Morrison’s madness enlarges by the hour and it may be, it just may be, that ever since he denied a visa to the brother of a young man who burnt himself to death in fear of what Morrison might do to him, and so forebade him to come to Australia for just one day to attend his brother’s funeral, it just may be that word has got round, in Liberal circles as well, what a crazy monster he is. More to come.

The Return Of The Smirking Tapeworm

It is reasonably typical of the intermittently despicable Troy Bramston (whom I have elsewhere described as the ‘smirking tapeworm in the anus of the Labor Party’) that he should say Albo is undermining Shorten on the very day when it was revealed by Nielsen Polling in the Herald that Malcolm Turnbull was preferred as Prime Minister by 5.1 million people and Tony Abbott by only 2.55 million people.

What a loathesome snivelly little squeaky titmouse he is. He is adopting the Karl Rove method, ‘hit them at their strength’, on Murdoch instructions, the way the Dirty Digger’s mind-slaves do, and will till Friday when many of them go to gaol. Shorten unlike any Opposition Leader in our history is one million votes ahead of the Prime Minister of the day, after only eight months in the Leader’s job; nine months now; or, if you believe the always-more-accurate Morgan Poll, 1.2 million votes. Ahead. Of the Prime Minister of the day.

It is therefore asserted btpy Bramston that Shorten is failing; is faltering; is crumbling; is disliked; is detested; is being undermined; is in danger; in exactly the same way as the war hero John Kerry was once called a war criminal, and the smart cookie Hillary Clinton alleged to be ‘battling dementia’. It’s what the rabid bellowing Murdoch glove-puppets O’Reilly and Hannity do; and it’s therefore what the wittering midget Bramston does. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Three bags full, sir. Shorten is detested, and would win in a landslide any election called this week. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

What a slithery little vest-pocket Faust he is entirely.

My curse on him. May the gods give him wens.

May he never have a day’s luck.

Today’s Newspoll

O’Shannessy’s latest continuing Newspoll fraud, now in its eighth month, shows Labor today on only 53 two party preferred. It does this by hiding Palmer’s vote and giving his preferences not to Labor, where they go now, but to the Coalition, where they went last year. This flags, probably, a 2PP Labor vote of 57 percent and a loss of fifty-five Coalition seats including Abbott’s.

In place of a headline noting this, the Liberal Party’s utter destruction, we have a headline saying ‘Electorate casts a pox on both houses’ and a trembling hint that Shorten is doing very badly indeed. ‘Leaders lagging in voter appeal’, a further headline says.

But Shorten is preferred Prime Minister by 40 to 37, and his satisfied/dissatisfied/uncommitted numbers are 34/45/21. Abbott is 3 percent behind as PM, a margin unknown in world history for a political leader only eight months in, and has satisfied/dissatisfied/uncommitted numbers of 30/61/9.

A score of 61 dissatisfied means he would lose his own seat for certain. But no such headline appears in a paper published by his dinner host of last week, Rupert Murdoch.

Today in Question Time he kept saying ‘no promises were broken’ and the PPL is ‘fair’ and ‘equal’ though some women get fifty thousand for a baby, some get twenty thousand and some get nothing at all. The faces behind him were quietly aghast.

He will not last. He is gone already and though it may take till September — now – to evict him, he has no future in politics.

Or in jogging round Manly where some women will curse him on the Esplanade or spit on him as he dodders past unwept, unhonoured and unsung.

Joe And The Numeracy Gene

The increasing strangeness of Joe Hockey…

He’s now said — accurately, I’m sure — that each of us works a month each year to support another person, and it’s wrong we should do that.

But that person might be our mother-in-law. Or she might be our mother. Or she might be our disabled cousin. Or our daughter, qualifying for a music degree on a scholarship our taxes pay for. Or it might be our old demented dad in a state subsidised nursing home. It would be one of these, for sure.

And what is wrong with this? He thinks our relatives are undeserving, and his relatives, who get millions from his wife, are ‘entitled’.

Why is Joe so dumb? Some theorists believe anaesthetic brain damage during his stomach reduction, or during the fight, long ago, in which Tony Abbott broke his jaw. But others think he may simply lack the numeracy gene. Some do, it is a well-known medical fact, and he is showing the symptoms.
A numerate person would note as well, though Joe does not, that we work four months of the year to enrich our landlord; a fortnight each year to enrich, with Foxtel payments, newspaper subscriptions and tickets to Fox movies, Rupert Murdoch; ten days a year to pay the salaries of Liberal MPs we didn’t vote for. And he does not find this unfair. No: he calls this contributing to the good of our civilisation, as fair-go Australians do, and should.

But he seems, on the face of it, himself not to be a fair-go Australian. He is a dog-eat-dog eye-for-an-eye Middle Easterner, or so it would seem, and he does not understand the country he is in, the one where bushfire fighters risk their lives to save their neighbour’s property, and strangers donate their kidneys to people they have never met, as a nice woman did to Mark Colvin.

And, worse than that, he cannot even add.

He does not ‘get’ that refusing 150 million a year to the motor industry will cost him, in lost revenue after 2016, about two and a half billion a year; and, in unemployment benefits he must pay to half of the 250,000 workers in the car industry and in tributary industries he ruined by daring Holden to go away, a further one and a half billion a year. Which means no surplus before, oh, 2035, when I will be ninety-three.

Let me repeat that. To save himself 150 million a year, he has cost himself four billion a year.

And he doesn’t get any of that. He can’t add. He literally can’t add. He lacks the numeracy gene. He really does. And he should, along with Andrews — who thinks driving young people to suicide is good economics — be psychiatrically tested.

Perhaps the Senate could move he be sent away for those tests.

He is now whingeing about the Budget not getting through. He didn’t see this coming. He thought his unAustralian budget would be embraced by Australians. He’s as dumb as that.

He’s as dumb as that.

And it’s a pity.

Abbott’s End (46): The Final Hours

I watched last night three shows — 7.30, Richo, Paul Murray Live — which between them ensured the death, burial and cremation of the Hockey Budget and the cutting down of Tony Abbott in June, July or August.

Richo in a fulminous dialogue with Michele Rowland showed the Liberals had no way back now from oblivion, so enflamed was the fury in the streets of ordinary people who felt ‘betrayed’ and so huge were the numbers (49 percent) of voters who wanted to block Supply.

Sarah Ferguson so goaded Clive Palmer to apologise now, now, for his insult to Peta Credlin (he said he didn’t know she was on IVF and couldn’t see how this made her wealth-rewarding policy a good one) that no deal between him and the Credlinites is now possible and ninety percent of the Budget therefore doomed. And Paul Murray…

Well, Murray called Clive a blowhard, a buffoon, and a worthless, exploded person and a four-ton whinger who ‘played the victim’, an extraordinary allegation, and, while he was up, confessed that he, too, had agonised through IVF and what a terrible thing this was.

…I should tread carefully here. My wife, too, had two healthy children and a lot of miscarriages at 38 and 39 and tried IVF and after more miscarriages had Tom and then more miscarriages and I feel for this wall-eyed unfecund fascist as my fellow-traveller in gynaecological infirmity, I guess, in some part of me. But in another part I see what his inner trouble is. He is, or was for a long time, childless, and he feared, or fears, he’s the last of his line, and this has made him a verbally violent neocon ranter who should adopt an African or seek psychiatric help.

It has been the Murdoch method for half a century now to uplift into media influence life-damaged second-raters (Bramston, Beck, Bolt, Akerman, Albrechtsen, Allen, Palin) whom he gratifies with uncommon wealth and keeps grovellingly thankful and prattling Tea Party vileness by rote and niggerising their enemies, and among their numbers Murray is by far, I think, the most trenchantly mediocre. And it is good that I know there’s an adequate reason for this. It is a terrible thing to lose baby after baby, and, progressively, your balance of mind.

I have been there, Paul. I feel for you.

And I had thought, and I was wrong, that a backbench putsch would have got rid of Abbott this morning, or tonight. I had not calculated on him flying out, in a dodgy plane, and frantically averting this, and to that extent I was wrong, in my counting down of the days.

But the numbers are there now to usurp him, and Turnbull, the people’s choice, will move against him soon. I’ve known Malcolm since he was eighteen, and he did not, and he does not, suffer fools. And he is entangled now with a Bedlam-load of sniggering fools and whooping mutants and not liking it.

Soon or late, the hour will come. This winter or this spring.

And so it goes.