Meg Pickup, Ballina
Will the real Scott Morrison please reveal himself? The PM is somewhat like Amos, the disillusioned husband of accused murderess Roxie Hart, in the musical Chicago. Amos sings Mr Cellophane lamenting that people can walk right through him without knowing he is there.
While the PM does not share the same fate as Amos he persistently creates the perception that he is made of cellophane so we have no idea who he is or what he stands for. It’s time voters saw the real Scott Morrison not the faux ad man.