For those of you living under a rock for the last four days (or living in the US, which can, on occasion, mean the same thing) Australia’s Federal election yielded a stunning and history-making ‘no result’. The buzzards are circling, there are a few rats deserting various sinking ships and sub-editors the country over have completely run out of headlines that successfully pun on the word ‘hung’ without saying exactly how well.
There’s a great story from the 2002 Winter Olympics – you may have heard of them? A wonderful skater by the name of Steven Bradbury won Australia’s first Winter gold medal when everybody else in his race was involved in a tumbling accident, leaving him to skate across the line in first place. At the time, he was referred to by some as the “Last Man Standing”.
I mention this story, Tony – may I call you Tony? – because there’s a little of the Steven Bradbury to your story, isn’t there? Continue Reading
There’s a point in every election campaign, when your average, sensible, rational and mostly calm punter, will suddenly find himself walking around with gritted teeth, avoiding newspapers, televisions and any pub that allows the open discussion of politics, even if it’s on the other side of the world. Imagine long nails being dragged down an old chalk-board. An ice-cube on a sensitive tooth. Forty seconds in the same room as Tony Abbot. You get the picture.
Refugees. Asylum seekers. Queue jumpers. Family values. Aussie battlers.
Pick the odd one out.
Answer? Queue jumpers. It’s the only one that is absent of an element Australians are actually world-famous for – compassion.