What will our youngest MP be thinking about the Parliament?

The Blowfly would like you to imagine that you are the youngest member of the House of Representatives.

Your name is Wyatt Roy and you came into this Parliament in August 2010.

Born on 22 May 1990 you sit firmly on the cusp between Taurus and Gemini.

You had to wait for Tony Abbott to perform his negotiations with the Independents before you found out whether you had scored being in government on your first throw of the dice.

You were a little crest-fallen initially when Julia won through but you consoled yourself by saying that it was more than you really expected at your age.

There is sparkle in your eyes and altruism in your heart.

You like a little fuss being made of you from time to time and the Liberal Party seems to think that you are a piece of good news in what was an otherwise disappointing election.

The new Parliament gets into full swing and your learning curve is almost perpendicular.

The first thing you notice is that people take this game very, very seriously.

Your Leader, “Mr Abbott to you son”, seems to be really miffed about not getting the gong. You notice that sometimes he wears this strange smile on his face. At other times he seems to be a sort of robot uttering three word slogans.

And in some ways he turns your world upside down!

You thought that if you set your mind to anything you could do it. After all you are a walking example of this credo. But Mr Abbott seems to be so negative!

And you had not realized that if a carbon tax were to be introduced the whole Australian economy would be totally decimated.

You are old enough to remember John Howard and you seem to recall that he went to an election with a policy to introduce a carbon trading scheme. He got knocked off by Kevvie ! Kevvie didn’t seem to think such a scheme was going to ruin the country nor did that nice man Mr. Turnbull. You wonder why that nice man got rolled by Mr. Abbott.
Last week on Twitter you noticed those rumors going around about the leadership of your party.

Because you have only been in Parliament for such a short time you don’t really know whom to trust.

They all seem to be nice to you. Mr. Hockey seems like a good bloke. Mr. Robb too. You do wonder about Mr. Bernardi. He seems like he’s on steroids. You have trouble looking Mrs. Bishop in the eye but someone tells you that all people from WA are like that.

In your maiden speech you quoted the late Jim Killen: “In the deliberations of this assembly I cannot as yet be guided by experience. I can only be guided by plain good intentions.”

You find yourself wondering whether good intentions will be enough to see you through ‘this place’.

You recall the words of your father when you were a boy. He told you that anyone could become Prime Minister. Your father seems to be right on that one.