In truth, I was too bored to yawn.
Maybe the Rudd Rapture was too much for me, but by the time Mr Visionary was giving his victory speech and declaring that he would “rule for all Australians”, I was, I suspect, already asleep.
Rudd was out to impress - right? - dishing up every asinine, superfluous cliché that came to mind, including the promise to “rule for all” pap.
Hey, all you doltish politicians and would-be politicians, news flash for you: if you win, you have no fucking choice but to “rule” for everyone.
Not nearly as hideous as poor old Maxine McKew though.
First up, McKew is not gifted at the spontaneous speech, although one would have thought, win or lose, McKew would have had a few pre-prepared words at the tip of her tongue. Apparently not.
I watched her interminable speech live last night, neither conceding nor accepting Bennelong, merely driveling on and being exuberant, much like the head of a girl’s hockey team.
As the minutes turned into months, I felt as though I’d accidentally tuned into Playschool, perhaps an episode from back in the 1970s.
Listening to McKew, I was overwhelmingly struck by the notion that she imagined she was speaking to a large room of three and four year olds.
Cheesy, saccharine, condescending, disjointed, irrelevant.
Ending on an especially discourteous note, McKew proclaimed that Bennelong "would never be taken for granted again". (*Crowd cheers. McKew beams with flushed innocence and happiness at her own astuteness*)
It was an ignorant and ungracious thing to say. The sort of nonsense that could only ever come from a candidate who has yet to work a single day as a sitting member. In her self-absorbed excitement, McKew kinda forgot that John Howard has spent more than 30 years working for the people of Bennelong. They are the people who put him there and kept him there. I doubt that Howard ever took his seat for granted, and if he did, then the voters clearly didn't mind, since they kept him gainfully employed for almost his entire adult life.
McKew was torture enough – for me, at least – but shortly after, some man, whose identity I didn’t pick up, insisted that Malcolm Turnball is no longer going to be the Minister for Environment because the people of
The people in Turnball’s seat seemed pretty darned happy about the pulp mill, seeing as they gave him what no other sitting Liberal was given yesterday: a whopping big swing in his favor!
Yet, the unknown dipstick (I assume someone from the ALP; I assume someone who is newly elected) went all hoop-aloop about the whole of
All in all, the only people oozing with sincerity, warmth and a respectable degree of articulateness last night were John Howard and Peter Costello.
Costello, somewhat shell shocked, mustered up a respectful speech, informal, spontaneous, thanking people, offering no blame, no hint of anger, much in the same vein that Howard took an hour so so later.
The rest were gibbering idiots or superfluous to requirements.
Welcome to the land of the ALP.Update
Oooh, aaah. My bad. The unknown dipstick suggesting that the Rudd government will reverse the pulp mill decision might have been none other than Greens leader Bob Brown. (Sorry, was listening, rather than paying much attention to the screen.)
Tee, hee. Good luck with the Senate Kev!
The Greens increased their vote by 0.6% above their vote in 2004.
Not quite the 10 to 15% touted by the pre-vote polling.
Not quite the massive support that Bob keeps telling us he has in the general populace.