Why shouldn’t Mr. Rudd have the grace of a sort of compressed timeframe to attempt finishing how he began the miserable and unrewarding task of being premier of this dump.
Even the deaf and blind can accept that those retiring from the laborites are a mob of self interested, meretricious, bastards.
Funny, isn’t it that the smarmy press never mention that a fair few of the opposition are past their use-by-date too?
What exactly was gillard’s game by declaring an election date so far in the future that without any doubt it had HM’s opposition barking like the proverbial junk-yard dogs?
Baying like junk-yard dogs interspersed with the odd pious statement/lament about cross-party support for utter flapoola whenever they think the punters will halfway believe them.
Stap me; if, in the old days, they were the supporting act in a music-hall show they’d cop the ballistic custard pies and rotten spuds.
Now is the time to do that – for the peasants to go ballistic with representations to these bludgers hoping to win the next raffle.
Nail the buggers down now – because you won’t ever get to meet with the creeps once they’ve won their shiny little seats.
All of which, none of which has addressed the core problem with these floggers.
None of them seem to be aware that they are placed there (as stupid as our arbitrary process is) to REPRESENT their electorate and the everyday problems of those in their electorate.
That includes those howsoever disenfranchised by our brain-dead bastard system.
In one sense – nothing will change – whoever ‘wins’.
But that is their eternal confidence trick.
It isn’t THEM supposed to win – those raffle winning pricks.
It is supposed to be YOU, the populace – who by carefully placing your vote gains a reasoned parliament.
But you fools cannot work out what is provided under the constitution – nor are you valiant enough to band together and cry ‘foul’.