Sunday, May 30, 2010

Rudd is in no danger despite being on a hiding to nothing

The Blowfly has been enthralled by the resource super profits tax (RSPT) debate

You see The Blowfly is a simple sort of insect. He is not an idealist (defined by Paul Lyneham as 'someone who really believes the Speaker is chosen for his wisdom') but he is an optimist (described by Lyneham as 'anyone who looks for the next generation of inspiring political leaders').

He understands that if you have a non-renewable resource you need to be parsimonious regarding it's use.But The Blowfly has been more of a 'where are you trying to get to' sort of thinker. Rather than talk about fairness he ponders the destination and the pathway there.

Just as KRudd does!

That is why he has sought out the PM this week to try to get inside his head.As unpopular as his head may be!

KRudd is sitting in his study reading Friday's Australian Financial Review.The Blowfly is perched on his shoulder reading and channelling the PM's momentous thoughts.

Next to the editorial entitled "A way out of the quagmire" is an article headed "Rudd loses his grip on reality".

"Pricks," he thinks to himself, "what would they know about reality?......and what quagmire?...............how do they know how much I've wrestled with this........there are some difficult issues in here........it's bloody hard selling the notion that making miners pay more tax will lead to more investment in mines and infrastructure...........and, Jesus H Christ, we do need more investment in that industry if we are to supply Chindia with all they need.........thank God we did all that economic modelling.........there is nothing more powerful than an economic model in the hands of a public servant and economist............although I wish this bloody journalist hadn't pointed out that I also blamed the global financial crisis on economic modelling...........but hey! a PM has to be wrong sometimes.......even Julia wouldn't be right all the time..........even though she is a 'ranga'..........ha!ha!..............and I have all the economists on my side.......that must count for something..........when has that ever happened before?"

He pulls the paper down against his chest and looks wistfully at the picture of Gough Whitlam adorning his wall.

"Why don't they look up to me like they do with Gough?.........well in the first place I'm not as tall as him I suppose........and why do some people take an instant dislike to me?...........hmm!.........I suppose it saves them time........(he chuckles a little at this piss-poor attempt at self-effacing humour).........if only this wasn't an election year this whole mining thing would be such a hoot.......I like talking tough.........and so does Wayne.........that's the way we Queenslanders are raised...........but , shit, we have all those people employed in the mines and we need their votes.........and then we have all those pensioners with all those mining companies in their superannuation portfolios and they have now taken a hit..........and the dollar has dropped because the smart money in New York has dropped the mining shares etc.......those bastards didn't model that did they!!!!!!!.........what would Gough do?............or maybe I would be better off talking to Malcolm Fraser........he has no loyalties to the Libs now he has resigned.........he has just enough bastard in him........he toppled Gough!!!!!!.........Gough .........my hero....................(you see a tear come into his eye)......"

Suddenly Therese bursts into the study with a newspaper in her hand.

"Darling look at this! Good news! You are saved!
You are saved!You are saved!Read this." She thrusts it into his face.

He reads a report of an interview with a lady from country Victoria.

"It's a lose-lose situation. I did vote for Kevin Rudd and I feel let down by that. But I don't want to vote for Tony Abbott either.........It's difficult, because the parties seem so close in their positives and negatives."

"You'll win by default , Darling" she proudly exclaims, "just like you did with me!"

He smiles at her lovingly but not quite knowing how to take her remark.

The Blowfly recalls the insult hurled at Clement Attlee by a foe: "He brings to the fierce struggle of politics the tepid enthusiasm of a lazy summer afternoon at a cricket match."

The Blowfly rolls his eyes and heads for the study desk to look for nose-pickings.Some things never change!





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