The Poison Dwarf, Glen Milne, has unleashed a story that’s been sat on since 2003 about Kevin Rudd attending a strip club in New York while drunk, at the invitation of a New York Post journalist. It’s obviously an attempt to discredit Rudd as the family values religious moderate that is his current public image, although I’m not sure that a drunken one-off visit to a strip club is totally a smoking gun.
The really slimy bits are these two quotes:
where he was warned against inappropriate behaviour
according to some sources, Mr Rudd was warned by Scores management against touching the dancers.
Thanks to the insight of commentor Jethro at Larvatus Prodeo at the utter commonplace of that warning in strip clubs, let me unleash some equivalent “well sourced” shock horror tidbits about our Prime Minister, and every single one of these warnings given our PM was more recent than 2003:
On a recent flight, the PM was warned against endangering other passengers by failing to secure his carry-on luggage.
When going through his (Oz equivalent to) red boxes, the PM was warned against breaching (Oz equivalent to) the Official Secrets Act by disclosing any classified material.
When crossing the street, the PM was warned against walking without looking in both directions.
Update 21Aug: The owner of Scores has denied that Rudd was cautioned for inappropriate behaviour or asked to leave, saying that as soon as Rudd realised that it wasn’t just a sports bar he wanted to leave, and did exactly that.
Rudd in strip joint: ‘Oh no, this won’t do’
Yup, Rudd the wowser all along, just as we always suspected. What an anticlimax. What a non-story.