people hate change

Comrades,

People hate change.
And nobody hates change more than Tasmanians.
Don't get me wrong, I love the place, I've been there many, many times, parts of it are beautiful beyond belief, and there's also sheep and cows and trout and stuff, but it's always struck me as a joint haunted by its past and dogged by endemic poverty [particularly in the north-west] and the fact that by far and away the biggest single employer is the State and Federal Public Service.
To call Tasmania "backward" might be a bit harsh, but it would certainly be among the last places on earth I would consider for a tree-change.
Plenty of trees if you know where to look, but no change.
Willy Hodgman of the Tasmanian Hodgman dynasty said as much while claiming victory in the election, saying "four years ago they [Tasmanians] voted for change, tonight they have voted for no change."

No change there.

He's called Will to distinguish himself from his grand-father Bill Hodgman QC who got himself elected on the conservative side of politics back in Ol' '55, so there's been Hodgman's knocking about on the electoral scene in the Land of The Eleven-Toed for more than six decades.

No change there.
All that really happened is that the Tories and Pinko's managed to pinch seats off the tree-huggers, with the Greens having spent almost all of their political capital and are now likely to be reduced to a single voice in the Parliament.
That's a long way down from being in cahoots in a power-sharing arrangement less than five years ago.
Bob Brown would be aghast.
The Pinko's picked up a couple of extra seats on account of the federal Coalition is on the nose, and the Jacqui Lambie Network really didn't have their hearts in it and went absolutely nowhere.
Jacquie knows she's really the Brian Harradine-type odd-ball in disguise and can only hope for representation in the Senate, on account of Tasmania being the quintessential example of Canberra's Upper House being made up of "unrepresentative swill".
Never mind all the red herrings that were dragged across the campaign trail, like Labor trying to deny people's inalienable right to have a pull on the pokes, Hodgo being in the pocket of the monopoly gambling lobby, and some late fudge about gun control...etc...plenty of folk don't care.

No change there.

At last count, only 324,421 punters decided to turn up, so with the turn out at just 85.1%, which together with an informal vote of 4.4%, a fifth of the electorate in a compulsory election couldn't give a blue root about the Miracle of Democracy.

No change there.
Under the Hare-Clark-McIntyre-Duckworth-Lewis multi-member system of balloting in the Apple Isle with five constituencies drawn on the exact same boundaries as Federal electorates and each returning five members, the numbers-men at the Electoral Commission would have had to get their abacus' and slide-rules out to the determine the quota's for Tassy's tiny 25 seat Parliament, which is more like a large committee than anything else, akin to a town council.
The numbers really matter because each parliamentarian represents fewer than 14 thousand participating voters.
The phenomenon of Jancidamania across the Tasman just did not translate into Rebeccamania in the Deep South, because they have never really been interested in agrarian socialism down there, as through the years most Tasmanians have been gainfully employed by the Govt. in wiping out the Tassy Tiger, building big beautiful dams on great mighty rivers, digging mines, and chopping down common or garden old-growth forest.
Timber, electricity, chocolate and animal hides remain the Island State's biggest exports...oh...and a few bales of hops and barley to keep the Mainland brewing industry going.
That said, sealing and apples fell out of favour a very long time ago.
Labor leader Rebecca "Beck" White at the tender age of 35, and only 12 months in the top job, has many many years ahead of her - if she wants to stay in the game - to hone her political nous.
And she'll need the next four before she can go again to re-build the Labor heartland, wherever that is now, and good luck to her.
Obviously, Tasmania is not quite ready for such a young local Pinko to lead them bravely forward.

No change there.