Friday Night pour me a bath, Tim… er, don’t… music
Double standards. That’s the nice way to put it, right?
Cuckolded former hairdresser and now couch aficionado, Tim von Gillard, is something to celebrate, all the while as we slam Tony for being a dis-empowering, sexist, married-with-three daughters-misogynist, who supports his lesbian sister’s entrance into politics – on a Right of Centre ticket, no less.
Tony’s deputy is Julie Bishop.
Julia’s is Wayne Swan.
Do the math.
Tut tut, Israel. Even as Iranian-made Palestinian rockets now reach the capital city – Tel Aviv – Tel Aviv being the capital of the only bona fide, stable democracy in the ME… Never mind the Pally arsenals stored in schools or residential areas.
Nevermind a PM who is complicit in the theft of millions of dollars from Australian workers and companies. Nevermind she was pissed off when “Con the builder” made some of her manna-from-heaven funded renovations look like her house was made from ancient Greek chewing gum. Instead, better take the heat off that, so let’s bash the absolute easiest target: the Catholic Church.
Necessary, yes. But the timing is too convenient for words.
It is Gillard’s only, and last, desperate card to play; the kiddy fiddler card. And play it hard, with no less than a Royal Commission.
All in, as they say in Poker.
Anything to hold on to power, even using an excuse which no-one can deny.
And it worked, and it works. It’s not something that can be ignored.
Sure, that shit needs to be investigated, but equally important, is a proper investigation into the dealings, subsequent cover-ups, and indeed character of our PM.
Is Australia really that incapable of holding two Royal Commissions concurrently?
Guess who hopes so.
Indeed, by bringing up the kiddy RC now, it almost trivializes it, when the story that was being prized open was another.
In fact, by trying to protect her own position, Gillard may well have compromised justice for thousands, tens of thousands, of Australian kids.
Essentially, effectively, sexually abused Australian children have been fronted up as a political football, a diversion even, by an unmarried, childless PM who knows little more than how to sharpen a knife.