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Brain dumping on defining politics

Cross posted from my Tumblr and my personal institute

Politics, that word has many different meanings. The one many are most familiar with relates to party politics and trying to get elected. Under that definition we get talk of Labor v Coalition, polling, and endless horse-race journalism etc etc. But ultimately, what party apparatchiks have been forgetting for so long, and what we now see the political journosphere has also forgotten, is that the point of politics, and for most the point of government, is to try and change society in some way for the better.

Clearly people have different opinions about what that means but I’m pretty sure one thing we could all agree on is that helping people in a natural disaster like the Queensland floods is priority number one for anyone involved in politics or governance. Even for the most hardened party hack, who could only see the NBN or the stimulus spending as part of a re-election strategy, even that person would surely see this kind of tragedy, this scale of tragedy, as a time when their first role in life, their first instinct, is to help others.

In that context I find it incredibly sad that people can respond to Annabel Crabb’s latest and say “oh well, she only does politics/political analysis.” How is it not the job of someone who writes about politics and government to mention more about Anna Bligh’s efforts than the half sentence fourteen words here

Prime Minister Julia Gillard has suffered this week for two reasons; first, she was compared to an extremely useful colleague (Anna Bligh, whose ability to convey public information tautly and effectively made her indispensable), and second, she was unable to come up with much by way of national reassurance beyond the usual platitudes about hearts going out and so on.

Seriously, how caught up in the false construction that is the game of Federal Politics would you have to be to talk about a disaster as something that can be “buggered up?” How can someone write this piece and not pause halfway to think, hey, maybe there’s more to life right now than who wins the next federal election.

I don’t want to appear naive, I understand that Federal Politics is a game played 24/7 blah blah blah, and that politicians probably are thinking about their electoral prospects as this is playing out, but i really can’t comprehend how someone who doesn’t have to worry about such matters could bang out a column where they think about nothing but these kind of issues. There HAS to be more to life and political culture than who’s winning elections otherwise there is literally no point in the exercise.

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J’accuse!

In one of the most sustained and savaging critical attacks on the Government since the recent Federal election, Liberal Opposition leader Tony Abbott said yesterday that Julia Gillard’s gumment was shit and he don’t like it.

“They’re shit, and I don’t like them”, Mr. Abbott told Parliament during Question Time yesterday.

“They’re not stopping stuff, they’re not stopping enough stuff, you’ve got all this stuff going unstopped, and they’re not stopping it”, Mr. Abbott continued, “What’s the point in a gumment that doesn’t stop stuff, that’s what gumment’s are for, to stop stuff, and if we were the gumment, and we should’ve been the gumment, all this unstopped stuff that’s going on would’ve been stopped and stopped by us.”

Prime Minister Gillard rejected Mr. Abbott’s claims, stating, “If you’re looking for a government that’s going to stop stuff, we’re the government that’ll do it, and we’ve stopped so much stuff recently I couldn’t begin to shake a stick at the stuff we’ve stopped, and we’re going to continue to stop more stuff, because that’s precisely the stuff we’re stopping that the people want stopped. Mr. Abbott couldn’t stop a chicken from crossing the road.”

Mr. Abbott hit back at that claim by stating, “I wouldn’t start a chicken crossing the road Mr. Speaker, I wouldn’t even think of having a chicken cross the road unless I was absolutely, positively 100% sure that that chicken could get across the road without the need to stop halfway over, unlike the Labor Party, unlike the Labor Party, the government here who are shoving chickens across random roads at the drop of a willy-nilly hat without the slightest concern, Mr. Speaker, without the slightest concern at either the short or long term consequences of all these chickens, all these chickens, all these chickens, Mr. Speaker, all these chickens, chickens on our roads, Mr. Speaker, chickens on our roads.”

Ms. Gillard responded, “I absolutely, categorically reject the Opposition Leader’s baseless assertions about all these chickens, Mr. Speaker, chickens, Mr. Abbott is deliberately attempting to mislead this Parliament.”

And thus it continued in that vein for a time, a time that seemed to stretch for an infinite passage, a brook of babbling riches, and it weaved and it swayed and it wended its way down that cobbled path of joyous debate, it tootled its way down that merry little road, with a “Hey! Nonny-nonny!” and “Hi-di, Hi-di-ho!”, and at the end of the day, when they’ve lightened their loads, our parliamentary dwarves, off to their offices they go, singing, “Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work we go …”

And the next day?

They’ll come back. And they’ll do the same thing, all over again. Again and again and again and again and again and again.

And again.

Aren’t we lucky?

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TalibandGate!

Julia Gillard has made a “disturbing verbal slip”.

A transcript of this outrage compared to actual footage of the atrocity reveals once more that the leftist elites of the Stalinist-driven ABC have colluded to cover the “embarrassing gaffe” and paint their Red Goddess of The Infinite Sickle in a light far more flattering.

We must surely give thanks for the revealing of this conspiracy on this day to Australia’s Greatest Investigative Journalist, Mr. Andrew Bolt.

In a daring expose that will surely rank with the breaking of the My Lai Massacre story in 1968 by Seymour Hersh (and one that shall no doubt have dire implications for Mr. Bolt’s attempts to engage with members of the Federal Labor Government in future), Bolt has uncovered a poisonous trend within the Public Service of widespread deception, manipulation of facts and data, and outright denial of obvious truths, all designed to satiate a wider ideological and political agenda dictated to by those faceless men and women of “your” warmist ABC in an effort to deform and distort public perception of political activity at the highest level by deliberately misrepresenting the factual record.

While it may be (arguably) argued by those apologists for the media elites of the inner-city left that the elocutionary facilities of our political representatives cannot be considered an issue of vital importance compared to, say, the constant influx to our shores of swarms of illegal Islamists via highly organised foreign flotillas of deceptively innocent-seeming vessels of terror, the issue must be placed in a larger, and potentially far more dangerous perspective.

The leaders of our country must possess the ability to communicate effectively and seriously on the world stage, as issues that go to national security and the safety of our diggers heroically struggling in foreign climes are at the highest stake, and the consequences of ineffective, inefficient and simply erroneous communications could be potentially dire indeed.

That Andrew Bolt has so courageously taken it upon himself to buck the trend toward the type of ideological pamphleteering that comprises so much of contemporary mainstream media reportage to reveal, without fear nor favour, an unpleasant reality, a troubling aspect (if you will) of our current Prime Minister’s psyche and general demeanour, and one that shall inevitably come to impact upon our international efforts to rid the planet of Islamic terrorism, must be applauded by all who value transparency and accountability from those practitioners of that once noble, and now rather ragged, institute of the Fourth Estate.

Encore! Encore!

And so, I entreat you all to join with me now in celebration of the fine works of upstanding journamalism Mr. Bolt has seen fit to deliver unto us over these many years past, and long may he continue to embiggen us all with his extraordinary talents far, far into the foreseeable future.

Word.

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I feel fine

That’s great, it starts with a Greenquake, tofu, no steaks, a bioplane -
Bob Brown is not afraid.  Katter says no way, it’s just not your day -
Katter serves his own needs, Gillard quakes at the knees. Knock it off Oakeshott,
all air, too hot. Windsor shits, he’s off the pot, Abbott sinks, he’s flopped,
she’s right! From doing it with fibre with a government for hire to an insulation
fire
in a combat site. BER, failure, going to the polls with Kevin Rudd
breathing down your neck. News Limited reporters baffled, stumped, buggered,
tossed. Look at that broadband! NBN. When? Uh oh, population overflow,
sustainable’s obtainable. Save yourself, stop the boats. Hatred serves its
own needs, hatred loves the ALP. Tell me about the rapture of the
Regional Infrastructureright. You shambolic, vitriolic, sham, left, deaf
dear, feeling pretty clear.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock – news hour. Gillard’s just been handed power. Weep and cry,
goodbye, Tony Abbott doesn’t lie. Love his budgies, bible study, pity that his
budget’s rubb’ry. Every issue escalate. Garrett should incinerate. Light a candle,
light a votive. Vote cast, no motive. Gillard’s heels crush, crush. Uh oh,
Brown’s here, Tone feels queer fear. Bum’s rush, steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer him solutions, offer him alternatives
and he’ll decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

And I feel fine.

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A Gillard government?

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What a swell Party that was

I was thirteen years old when Gough Whitlam was elected Prime Minister in 1972.

The first Whitlam ministry comprised two men, Whitlam and his deputy Lance Barnard.

For 14 days, these two men made roughly 40 decisions on how the country would be governed and dragged it kicking and screaming into the 20th century after a little too long in grey flannel suit and felt hat land …

The withdrawal of troops from Vietnam.
An inquiry into indigenous land rights.
Recognition of China.

Some progressive thinking took place, some innovation, some ideas, some big ideas, and you didn’t need to be an “adult” or particularly politically aware to sense something very, very different was going on. Of course, it all ended in tears a few short years later, but … c’est la guerre …

Most 13 year olds aren’t much interested in politics, and I was no exception. My major concerns and interests at that time were dealing with school, skipping school whenever I could (which was often until the day I got nabbed farting about in the storm water drains near the train tracks by the cops and escorted back to school), reading science fiction and pulling myself silly. That’s what 13 year old boys do, and anyone who says different is …

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Election 2010: driving me to apathy

I want so desperately not to care. I wish I could look at politics and feel “this doesn’t affect me” like so many other normal people.

I care who wins the election. I care about health policy. I care about education policy. I care about environmental policy and transport policy. I care that millions of Australians – mostly Indigenous – live in poverty. I care that there are children who can’t read. I care that commited couples who want to get married can’t.

But what angers me the most is that each passing day of this election campaign I seem to care less and less.

With each day that goes by I feel more anger, that passes into dispair that passes into apathy. My disillusionment with politics is almost complete, my apathy almost final. Election campaign 2010 was the culprit; the final nail in the coffin of my passion for politics.

I guess it was naive of me, and I should have listened to the people who were much older than me when they tried to warn me. But I genuinely believed that government could be a force for the betterment of society. I believed that passionate people could show leadership and inspire a country to make itself better. Use the tools of government to make life for all people in Australia fairer and more equitable. My optimism shown to be completely foolish by the 2010 election campaign.

It was pretty tragic to see a sitting Prime Minister outed by his own party before the end of his first term. Rudd had lost his ability to sell, and there was no doubt that was causing problems. But I suspect Rudd was being frustrated from within: bad advice and wavering internal support for his policy positions would have made his job very difficult. The whole affair was made all the more tragic when he went public earlier this week to defend his achievements. Kevin Rudd made the most concise and convincing attack on Tony Abbott that has been made for the entire campaign. His appearance on Late Night Live filled me with something akin to joy. Finally someone from the ALP was articulating what needed to be said.

But it was short lived. The media turned his appearance into a soap opera. A will they/won’t they saga between Gillard and Rudd designed to play out in prime time news bulletins.

And all once again seemed hopelessly lost.

The media. To the pack of journalists (sic) who get paid to follow the candidates around, it’s not about you. It was never about you. The tax payers fund your junket. Politicians might occasionally not answer your questions. Sometimes they might run a little late, change their plans at the last minute and sometimes you might not get a policy document in advance. This may inconvenience you a little bit, you may have to work a little bit harder before filing. You may even get tired from standing up all day. Deal with it. Politicians aren’t there to make your job easy. They are trying to get reelected and sometimes journalistic scrutiny isn’t what they want.

So when you do get to ask them questions, you should scrutinize their policy. The tax-payer doesn’t fund your Australia wide travel so you can ask questions about why Tim isn’t campaigning with Julia, your there to ask questions of their policy, after all one of these people will be the leader of the country.

When Tony Abbott says. “Stop the taxes” you ask “What taxes? How will you recover the money?” when he says “Stop the waste,” you ask “To what waste are your referring, Tony? How much money is being ‘wasted’ and how do you propose we stop it?” and when he says “Stop the boats” you ask him “How do we stop the boats and why should we stop them?”

When they announce a policy you don’t ask them why their boyfriend isn’t there, you ask them about the policy.

Don’t complain about how this campaign has been dominated by distractions then report only on the distractions. You shouldn’t be making it harder for politicians to talk about issues. You should make it harder for them to be distracted from the issues.

Mark Latham is not an issue. Tim Mathieson is not an issue. Cabinet discussions are not an issue. The calluses on your feet are not an issue. Your boredom with the campaign is not an issue. Julia Gillard’s earlobes are not an issue and nor is what the Internet thinks of them.

Journalists of the press pack, editors, news directors and media moguls: political discourse in this country is broken and it’s all your fault.

So yes, Gillard is pretty uninspiring. Yes, Tony Abbott just scares me. The ALP and the Liberal Party look more and more alike. But that’s not it.

I think I lost faith in politics because of the media. Because ultimately, if anyone was in a position to raise political discoure in this country, it is the media. The media asks the questions. The media reports the news. All political discourse is mediated, the media can raise the level of this discourse.

I want to make this country better. I want those who are disadvantaged to be helped. I want those who do not have rights given rights. I want preserve the planet on which I live. But it’s all starting to feel a little hopeless. The whole system just isn’t working.

I’m not really angry, I’m not even surprised anymore. I’m just disappointed. I thought it could be different.

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Election Caption Contest #3

Photo: Alan Porritt/AAP

Photo: Alan Porritt/AAP

You know what to do.

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Taking a risk… just like the people wanted

I woke up to the news of a 50-50 Newspoll and a shit-scared Julia Gillard vowing to stop playing it safe; she will throw out the ‘Rule Book’ and get down with the people.

Julia Gillard. Advisers now just out of frame.

Julia Gillard. Advisers now just out of frame.

Gillard’s advisers, after much focus group testing, found that the electorate thought she was too “safe”. The electorate thought that Julia was too stage managed during the campaign and they felt they didn’t really know the “real Julia”.

Feeling the threat of a Newspoll that showed Australia dangerously close to “Prime Minister, Tony Abbott”, Julia Gillard’s minders aranged an appearance on the Nine Network’s Today Show. She performed well and stayed on message. Gillard delivered her message well, telling the voters that she would get dirty and engage with the issues on her terms. “You’re avoiding gaffes and all the rest of it….we’ve been running that traditional style of campaign. I’m going to throw that rule book out and really get out there”, Gillard said.

And the media gobbled it up.

“Let Gillard be Gillard”, said the political geeks on Twitter, with their allusions to fictional West Wing President Jed Bartlett and has Chief of Staff’s “Let Bartlett be Bartlett” note.

The media stayed perfectly on message. The Australian, The Age, The Herald SunThe ABC all lead with similar stories. Gillard would be throwing out the script, running a real campaign the old fashioned way, taking risks, making mistakes.

But in this age of stage-managed campaigns, even taking a risk seems so… dull. Doesn’t it?

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Journalism [sic]

A nomination for The Gold Balkley: This effort from The Age about  the “first bloke”.

Prime Minister Julia Gillard won’t be trotting out Australia’s ‘‘first bloke’’ on the campaign trail.

Ms Gillard arrived and departed the National Press Club for the leaders’ debate in Canberra last night solo.

In contrast, opposition leader Tony Abbott was flanked by his wife, Margie.

Pressed on the absence of her partner, Tim Mathieson, the prime minister said she enjoyed his full support.

Mr Mathieson viewed his job as supporting the newly-installed prime minister, but not to accompany her on the campaign.

‘‘He is not a Labor party official or a candidate or a minister so you won’t see him out on the campaign trail in that sense,’’ Ms Gillard told reporters in Launceston today.

I would like to nominate whoever asked Australia’s Prime Minister about what her partner was doing during an election campaign.

Julia Gillard makes a policy announcement about health spending, and you ask about the boyfriend?

“Where is Tim?”, they asked.

They could have asked about health. They could have asked why Immigration was such a big issue during the election campaign, or ask how outsourcing policy to a “Citizen’s assembly” was good policy for an elected government.

They really, could have asked anything, but they asked about her boyfriend on the campaign trail.

They really need to stop handing out these press passes to New Idea.

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