The second book of the Bible tells the origin myth of the Israelites, who were led out of Egypt by Moses and promised a holy land of their own (once they displaced and/or slaughtered the native population) because they are apparently the “chosen of God”.
Whatevs, bro.
Biblical fictions aside, that brings us up to speed with the Middle East.
But this post is about an exodus closer to home, the flight of conservatives from the Liberal Party to One Nation — rats scrambling off a sinking ship and clawing their way aboard the putrid fatberg that is HMS Hanson.
The “party faithful” are deserting the pews of Howard’s broad church in droves, a stampede of disillusioned crybabies who see no future. Not a ringing endorsement of Angus Taylor, whose budget reply to Labor’s revolutionary tax reforms left us nonplussed.
Why?
Because clever Labor have captured the middle-ground of the political spectrum.
A bold strategic coup, this forces the dwindling army of neocons even further right. Angus’ response is to try out-racist One Nation. But it’s too little too late, fragmenting the Oppositon even further.
#PMAlbo is both a tactical and strategic genius.
Every time the Libs crank up their flamethrower, he deflects it back onto them, giggling like a naughty schoolboy while the Libs immolate themselves. The bloke is Teflon-coated. More importantly, his timing is impeccable.
Give us our medicine now, and in six months we won’t remember the taste.
So naturally I stand by all my early predictions.
Opportunistic members of the Coalition are defecting to One Nation, leaving the Libs no option but to schmooze (ugh) Pauline Hanson and dream of England while she has her merry way with them.
Whether the do or they don’t, the next government will be progressive. I’m sure in their heart of hearts these two already know it.
Remember always that almost everybody who defects to One Nation eventually resigns to become an Independant. She may be a boss-bitch, but she’s still a bitch. Ask anyone. We all know what happens if you lay down with dogs.
The Coalition (Libs, Nats, and One Nation) will go to the next election, fractious, scratching and itching, and will come nowhere near. The concussion that results with be audible from the moon, as the everyone-is-to-blame-except-me game gets played again.
I can already imagine Peter Dutton smirking.
But let’s stop kidding ourselves.
The survival of conservative politics in Australia depends on when “they” reanimate the cadaverous yet voraciously hungry Tony Abbott. He will unceremoniously kick Pauline Hanson squarely in the detestables and start swinging his axe at Labor.
Nothing else will reverse the exodus.
Only the Mad Monk can lead this straggling rabble of bleating and bewildered conservatives out of the political wilderness. Pauline Hanson will never be Prime Minister of Australia, no matter how many of you kiss her puckered ring.