I was wondering how the three main protagonists in this week’s political
meltdown might be feeling the morning after the night before, and can only
guess what the conversations were around the breakfast table this morning.
Despite what you think of the man, Malcolm Turnbull conducted himself with
dignity and was upbeat in defeat in his farewell speech, and given time I have
no doubt he’ll pick himself up and reinvent himself with not too much trouble.
Whether he wanted the weight of responsibility of the top job or not, Scott
Morrison came out of the fray victorious with clean hands, having had no part
in the initial underhanded coup, but his credentials as a real leader are yet
to be tested. Peter Dutton on the other hand has backed himself into an
unenviable corner, probably feeling somewhat shell-shocked and wondering where
it all went so wrong, and I doubt there will be anyone game enough to share
that space with him now the dust has settled. Whether he’s committed political
suicide remains to be seen, but wherever he’s crawled to lick his wounds, I
suggest he stay there for a good while.
Then again, maybe the Party could stick him in a boat and set him adrift
and see if there’s anyone compassionate enough to accept him without first
serving a very long time in No Man’s Land trying to convince the powers that be
he’s not a threat to the stability of the country.
To the lilting strains of Abraham, Martin and John, I can just hear the
Ginger Nut Gallery singing “Has anybody here, seen my old friend Malcolm, can
you tell me where he’s gone……” so on this Saturday Malcolm, Peter and Scott front
the cameras and put on brave faces.
One deposed
One out in the cold
One smiling
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