With a heavy heart and an audible sigh, BabbelOn reluctantly enters the election fray, feeling a bit like Rocky in ”Rocky Balboa” (“Stallone’s best film since Rocky. A reflective, honest and moving ode to family, aging and, yes, following your dreams. Also a warning to all those considering cosmetic surgery. 4 stars”).
Your correspondent’s reluctance stems from the glibness (apologies Merely) and banality of presidential-style election campaigns and the ennui induced by the prospect of yet more electorate bashing. Hunter S Thompson was right. The hell with them all. We might as well just tie blue and red ribbons around two pitbulls and let them decide it.
With another sigh, BabbelOn continues what would otherwise be a mercifully short post.
The Race To The Lodge 2007 boils down to a choice between a grumpy old reactionary whose idea of vision is occasionally looking in the rear view mirror and a twerpy prefect who fronts a mob of career unionists and celebrity lightweights. Incredibly, if their two north shore candidates get up, the Labor party will be able to bring you the news and the weather. If it wasn’t so funny it would be hilarious.
There are of course lots of reasons to vote for the incumbent. Sentient readers know what they are.
Keeping the terrorists in Afganistan and Iraq and out of boats headed for Christmas Island. Sucking up to the US. Building nuclear power stations nobody wants. Training plumbers instead of doctors. Overtaxing the voters and then giving it back to them dressed up as reform. Never, ever reconciliation or a republic. Keeping interest rates lower than 17%. Keeping Costello out of the chair.
However, the best reason to emerge to date for re-electing John Winston Howard is …drum roll … he doesn’t eat his own ear wax. At least not in public.
This little on-camera moment (here immortalised on the Tonight Show) is possibly the most damaging political home video since US presidential hopeful John Edwards brushed his hair to the tune of “I Feel Pretty”.
In Kevin07’s defence, having to listen to Anthony Albanese would make anyone want to commit acts of self-harm.
Mission accomplished. Ennui achieved.
