Comrades,
With Albo out of the
race and confined to quarters in Marrickville during the 3rd
week of the Campaign, ScoMo was forced to admit that it'd been a
quiet week. That's a big concession to make for someone so
charismatic. Albo did have time in Iso though to have a quick
dash at a "women's magazine cover" and go through his
underprivileged childhood for the thousandth time. We've heard
it all before of course, but it's a nice feelgood story, so why
not use it? He's a good working class boy who's risen to the top
of the froth. Make that plain.
In the meantime, both
sides have been letting their attack dogs out on the streets
nipping at the ankles, but they better make up their minds on
whether its going to be a khaki or carbon
election, or if any of that really matters at all, when it's
votes yr looking for.
Dick "Warhope" Dutton
has been a tremendous hawk with the "armed conflict is
inevitable" line. Not looking at you China and not talking
"yellow peril" here, oh no siree. But, it'd be a top idea to put
the Australian military through it's paces, wot ho? An army
that's got too many APC's and wants new tanks? After they were
effectively made redundant outside Kyiv? They'd be better off
investing in heavy artillery and killer drones, the way things
are swinging, instead of retiring useless helicopters, as they
are. An Air force finally flying the aready off the pace, highly
problematical F-35's on a wing and a prayer after more than a
decade of delays in old slow defunct planes? And a Navy in
complete & utter disarray sailing dead-set rust-buckets,
with no hope of any submarines or other kind of new boats in the
foreseeable future. Red China would be quaking in their very
boots at that arsenal. We'd be rolled over, shot outta the sky,
and sunk in 5 minutes against a "determined enemy". But we have
a piece of paper. They had to trash ANZUS to get AUKUS, so you
can forget ANZAC - that's all finished. Still, Warhope would
love nothing more than to see it all tipped into some shooting
match, with a bigger standing army for more cannon fodder.
Labor, sensibly, is staying as completely bi-partisan as they
possibly can be under provocation, while trying to make sense of
the Brave New World. Takes the fuse out of it. The Red Baiting
is like water off the electorate's back. Since when has the
Great Unwashed ever been outraged about what's going down among
the swaying palms out Honiara way, let alone what's shakin' in
the Spratley's?
Not much of a sound or
fury coming from the gentle woosh-whosh of the wind turbines as
much this Campaign, did you notice? The haunting spectre of a
"carbon tax" hasn't gained any traction, maybe because it's a
good idea. Perhaps that's because we never reached "Peak Oil"
before its terminal decline in the first place, and still we get
"oil shocks". A solar panel on every rooftop might solve a few
problems, and you can pitch that to the electorate, along with a
couple of free bales of Mr Fluffy's pink bats for every house!
Brilliant! Never mind that the newly minted phrase "global
heating" is already with us - you should try out the La Niña weather
phenomenon here on the East Coast just for a start off - after
two years of isolation and difficult & uncertain times,
folks just don't want to imagine the whole planet going
completely to fuck as well, just when the joint got a right
going over from some mutant disease. The Pandemic rarely gets a
mention. Recent survey's suggest 1% of people rate the Corona an
election issue. How is such a seismic societal shift so easily
forgotten? Voters would rather hope it all goes away or buy an
electric car if they had the money to assuage their green guilt.
Or maybe go half way, and catch a gas powered (hydrogen) bus? Or
catch Covid. Or something. Or another.
But camoflauge uniforms
and carbon credits are not what you'd call 'hot button' issues
at the minute; they rarely are. Negative wage growth for a
decade, and the impending threat of the dreaded Stagflation -
where spending power gets brutally punished - is front of mind
for most everyone. "Albo out of Iso" was the headline on Albo's
twitter feed with a nice pic of him and the dog, Toto, in the
park. A stark counterpoint to Scomo having a lark at Lark's
distillery down there in marginal little Tassie, while tipping
in $4.5 of lazy taxpayers cash to build a new plant knocking out
a million litres of whisky a year (that's a helluva lotta pork
barrells) saying it was an excellent example of how he
understood "Australians doing it tough" - and enjoying the
on-brand beverages - it's be rude not to. Not that Scott from
Marketing would be looking, but it pays to pay attention to the
now rare vox pops you see on the TV news these days, but there
was one the other day where I saw a Chinese bloke who was asked
his general opinion of Scomo and replied in his well-developed
hallmark halting English "He doesn't give me money to buy food,
why should I vote for him?". Remember the price of lettuce, son,
and know that soon enough the cost of pineapples will be
prohibitive.
The arguments are endless and circular, and it's smart of the Pinko's to avoid any real or bold defence or environmental policies and stick to platform, while pointing to ScoMo's unwillingness to hold the hypodermic needle because it was "not a race" as the bodies piled high, not to mention the sorry saga of "HoseGate" in the Happy Isles of Hawaii, go him for his dishonest shared blame game and the "it's not my job' line. Sill, incumbency is a very difficult object to shift, Albo's electability (that face, that voice) remains under a cloud, and ScoMo just being an incompetant weirdo is not enough. You more or less have to prove that the Govt. of the day is "not fit to govern". So, best to start going straight for the testicles with a few low blows this far out from the Miracle of Democracy's judgement day. Always looking for the Squirrel Grip or the Christmas Hold, with a twist. Now's the time for some genuine fear & loathing.
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