While desperately playing down the significance of his own 30th Newspoll loss on the unconvincing basis that he wished he hadn’t mentioned Tony Abbott’s, our leader has taken what he apparently considers the high road.
Yet another triumph for our indefatigable prime minister. Now he has saved the nation – maybe the world – from the scourge of The Donald’s dastardly tariffs on steel and aluminium.
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Exclusive, scoop, shock, horror! Politicians tell porkies! In an amazing journalistic breakthrough, it can be revealed that sometimes Australia’s political leaders may not hold strictly to the unvarnished truth.
Malcolm Turnbull’s New Year resolution is apparently to update his slogan – jobs and growth is so 2017, and thus is ready for a rejig.
The renaissance of Malcolm Turnbull’s leadership proclaimed with such jubilation by John Alexander after regaining the seat of Bennelong lasted just 24 hours.
Malcolm Turnbull is doing something about the energy crisis he has manufactured. Or at least he is trying to do something about it. Or perhaps he is actually just talking – well, screaming and ranting – about trying to do something about it.
The great French mime artist Marcel Marceau had an act which consisted solely of walking briskly onto the stage. It seemed entirely normal, but when he got to the middle of the stage something happened – he kept walking, but he wasn’t getting anywhere.
Having been rabbiting on for weeks about energy, Malcolm Turnbull has finally managed to summon up a little for himself. True, his big announcements about gas and hydro last week were more sound and fury than action. But at least he can say that he is being seen to be doing something. That’s a start.
For most of the time, it hadn’t been a bad week for Malcolm Turnbull. For starters, it was a non-sitting week, which meant that he didn’t have to spend much public time with the bumblers, urgers and saboteurs sitting around him on the government benches.
In less exciting times, many in the Liberal Party – probably most – would have viewed the defection of Cory Bernardi with more relief than dismay. Understandably, they regard the South Australian senator as a royal (or at least monarchist) pain in the arse.
When Paul Keating was defeated, he died on his feet. Malcolm Turnbull is struggling to survive on his knees.
Malcolm Turnbull has ended the year in a morass of negatives, and we’re not just talking about economic growth, consumer confidence and employment statistics, dire as they are.
The Nationals are feeling their oats – also their sugar, their water and their pump-action shot guns. Quite suddenly the traditional party of conservative rural socialists are turning feisty and uppity – partly in self defence, but largely just because they can.
So with a single bound across the Pacific, Trumpery has come to Australia – or at least to our elected leaders, which is the troubling bit.
First the Poms abandoned common sense in backing Brexit and now the Yanks have voted against their own best interests by electing Donald J Trump. This was not a rational decision; it was the ultimate political gesture, a defiant middle finger towards what they imagined was The Establishment.
There must surely be more to the government’s latest assault on the boat people than simply crude wedge politics and gratuitous cruelty; but if there is, the prime minister is not saying – at least not yet.
Turnbull and his ministers are more interested in generating headlines, however ephemeral, than in outcomes: as long as they are busy, as long as they are seen to be doing something, this is sufficient – at least for the moment.
If Nauru and Manus could be finally expunged from our psyche, the long lies that have been perpetrated for more than 15 years would be exposed as the travesty they are.
Our attorney general George Brandis states, as a an inviolable credo, that a barrister must give fearless and impartial advice at all times. This is a legal ideal, and perhaps one that he believes in, but the fact is that he… faces an irreconcilable conflict of interest.
So the great inquisition is over, and the tycoons have laughed all the way back to their respective banks. As the gleeful business spruikers pointed out, the politicians did not lay a glove on them.
The actual threat to what has been a largely harmonious multicultural society has not been the fact that a couple of MCGs full of boat people had landed: it was the way they were demonised by the politicians. The campaign for fear and loathing has worked.
A bit over a year ago, Malcolm Turnbull decided that it was all about winning. Not winning for the nation, or winning for the party, and certainly not winning for his long-held policies, but winning for himself – making himself number one.
Sam Dastyari’s example has provided a focus for the venality of the politicians at all levels – perhaps, finally, the age of entitlement may be, if not over, at least being somewhat stalled.
Turnbull may yet have to fight on yet another front before the ongoing war gives him enough breathing space to get round to his own program which was – remind me again – oh, yes, the economy, stupid,