As the bourgeois hoopla and chicane's circus rolls hither and thither across Australia’s wide brown land, the guardians of political correctness have seized upon an earth shattering issue
– that the opposition leader, a former Rhodes Scholar, Oxford boxing blue, staunch Catholic, a bloke’s bloke and happily married man with two daughters – should describe one of his female candidates as having sex appeal. Shock, horror. How
demeaning? How stereotyping of women?
How damn stupid! The cultural arrogance of the leftist commentariat
and their media apparatchiks in the Gay BC and Fairfax Press knows no bounds. The ordinary bloke and his wife probably couldn’t give a soiled Greek Euro about the matter, the candidate is doubtless secretly flattered, and the males in the electorate
doubtless happily agree. Amen to that.
And now we come to the next gala production in the concours
d’élection, the second carefully staged managed debate. These timewasting and mind-numbingly boring events are carefully crafted to satisfy the media and chattering classes who hang on every nuance uttered, every grimace made and every air-punching
hand-punctuation. Predictably, at the close of the contest, the panel awards the candidate from the left-hand corner overall points winner.
The unscripted event in the boxing tent however would have the candidate with blue jocks getting on with the important business of physically turfing his opponent out of the ring. Oh if it were so easy! Come back Jimmy Sharman.
To date so many millions of dollars have been offered in electoral bribes not even the bookmakers abacus can estimate
the odds. More promises have been made in the past three weeks than Lothario made in a lifetime. Does anyone actually listen to this nonsense, let alone take it seriously?
Welcome to pork barrelling Australian style, my poor silly proletarian friends. Get out there and rattle your chains – let loose the bull and put to the sword the