By Bob Rafto
I know it wasn’t wishful thinking but I’m sure Malcolm said in an interview that his party lied before the last election and his party broke their promises, but I can’t find the link.
On the premise it wasn’t wishful thinking, I felt a relief, and it was as though Malcolm pulled out a can of Pine O Clean Glen 20 and deodorized the LNP. Then I lulled myself into a premature fantasy of how Malcolm will restore the broken promises.
And I did take heart when he said there would be no more slogans and other sweet things which tingled in my ears like a siren song. And I went to bed happy that Abbott was finally put out of his delusional misery.
And the very next day in Question Time when Turnbull was quizzed about climate change and same-sex marriage: it was steady as it goes on the LNP ship with captain Turnbull in charge and on Lateline Tony Burke described Turnbull as Tony Abbott with elocution.
One day Turnbull picks me up with his sweet nothings and the following day dumps me! It was like Abbott all over again, with his famous no cuts to anything. Now I’m a very, very scorned voter.
I might be imagining this as well, but, again I’m sure Malcolm said he will persuade the nation into accepting difficult policy taxes. The GP Tax and the other nasties have been described as toxic and unfair and this led me into another fantasy of a bygone era of the snake oil salesman.
Here is our Malcolm; our modern day snake oil salesman bottling Abbott’s toxic policies and with his glib tongue is going to persuade us to buy his toxic taxes.
And how do I feel? If the impression is deep enough it comes out in Photoshop . . .
