The Merchant Banker pulls it off!
…. And, back in the tin-pot republic, Australia has its fifth prime minister in as many years.
The feeble-witted Canberrian members of the Fourth Estate; the chattering classes; the save the planet tossers; homosexuals and the latte-rati of the eastern suburbs of the Steak and Kidney are doubtless wetting themselves with glee – they finally have one of their own in the big house.
Rich, high profile, ambitious and revanchist, Malcom Turncoat has finally and publicly defrocked his arch-rival, the Abbott of Canberra.
Turncoat’s actions amply reflect the fact that both sides of politics are characterised by self-interest, ego, envy, petty jealousies and pure and fervent hatred. As ever, populism has triumphed over principle.
We lesser orders are now in thrall to a secular and very small “L” liberal and an “anything goes” to save my arse merchant. His nauseating “I’m ever so ‘umble” acceptance speech belied the conniving and destabilisation he, like his various Prime Ministerial predecessors of recent years, effected over the past few months. As far as principle goes – in traditional banker style, Turncoat will go where the money is.
The Abbott was a man of sometime principle. He was an excellent opposition leader who failed to realise his promise as Prime Minister. His rival didn’t win the purple - Abbott lost it.
True the hapless Monk made a hash of his Order. Sad but true it was doubtless time to go – but there are ways and means. His public execution was unseemly to the extreme – from Liberal Party hero to feather duster in two years – tragic indeed.
And, sitting under the shadow of the guillotine, Madam Defarge-like, awaits the Bishop. She has taken her first pawn - will she catch the Turncoat’s head?
Be assured and watch this space - we can expect a further flush in the urinal that is Australian politics.