Interesting how things change.
In twenty-four hours Turnbull lost his most respected Minister, Andrew Robb; his Deputy Prime Minister, Warren Truss; any chance of retaining his favourite sinister-minister, Stuart Robert; any chance of a GST and any respect for his Treasurer, Scott Morrison, friend and ally of Robert.
If he was comforted by the news that the dog-killer Barnaby Joyce would soon be running the country in his stead, he was daunted by the likelihood that Tony Windsor would displace him at the election by a margin of ten or twenty percent.
Newspoll, of course, will still show the Coalition in 53, no votes having been lost by the above catastrophes, nor by the involvement in sexual threat and sexual blackmail of Brough, Roy and Pyne and the ruin of the innocent Slipper, and it is to be wondered now long this nonsense will be believed.
Certainly no commentators are treating Shorten like a certain loser any more. His response yesterday to Turnbull’s ‘closing the gap’ was the greatest parliamentary moment since the Apology. Plibersek’s thoughts on Eat Timor and our obligations to that embattled free nation were a significant alteration, worthy of Bob Carr, of our stance in the region.
Yet Turnbull will be said to be ahead, and the Coalition winning. Murdoch will have it so, and Murdoch will be obeyed.
And now…of course… Tara Nettleton (Turnbull’s luck) has died, leaving five children, and a sickly grandchild, sired by DAESH, not all by rape, in Iraq and Iran and Syria, and screaming to be brought home to Australia, to their loving, Christian grandparents in Sydney. Will Turnbull leave these innocent children to die under torture, or pregnancy-rape in a war zone, squealing in terror night after night, or will he bring them home?
This, once you add Jaime Briggs’s sex crime to the list, brings to a total of eleven, or twelve perhaps,the sex crimes this cleanskin Prime Minister is trying to prove himself, under media pressure, to be utterly innocent of.
And so it goes; this, plus the expectation of two hundred and fifty more days of public, political hurt, deepening by the day.