The prospect of the current Gillard-led coalition government falling because of some petty fraud surrounding “adult entertainment” for an MP or for his guests appals me so much that I’m just burying myself in work. If he wanted to pay for escort services, few would much care if he’d just used his own money. But he couldn’t even do the dinkum thing there, and he may let the door in on an Abbott government for us all. What a very weird time in Australian politics 2010 and 2011 will seem to future historians, first the unprecedented deposing of a first-term PM by his own cabinet, and then the breaking of that government by a tawdry sexually tinged “financial irregularity” scandal.
Not that I’m especially strong fans of this government, especially not of the way that both Rudd and Gillard bungled the PR of their policy arguments in favour of generally (with a few glorious exceptions) supine acquiescence to the Murdochracy/shock-jock trope of the day . It’s hard to defend them, when the few useful contributions they’ve made have been so much less than needed because of their timidity against the Faux-Etc News onslaught.
But the sudden leap in the likelihood of some day soon waking up to Abbott PM? An icy sensation of creeping dread has gripped me, and I know I’m not the only one. The only upside would be that it might, just possibly might, finally break the grip of the back-office cadres who’ve hijacked Labor over the last few decades, and allow the party to get back on track for the long run free of their malign influence. But probably not.
As I said, not happy.