Day 26- Rooty-ed

Here in Canberra, we've got some hilarious suburb names. We've got Bruce (named after Stanley), Downer (named after Alexander's Dad) and Swinger Hill (named for.... I just don't know). I'm sure that you've got some zingers in your area. But it'll take something indeed to beat ol Rooty Hill. Made famous through Rodney Rude's live LP that a guy at my school gladly memorised and performed for us through most of 1992, the locale for last nights non-debate community grilling must've been the result of a wagish Daily Tele scribes half-drunk Monday meeting ramblings. It's perfect. It's Tele heartland. It's Howard battler centrale. And we shouldn't be surprised that Abbott walked away with a win.

The ninja v the conviction dude. He means it, man. Via News.

Somebody tell me, unequivocally, that a staffer from somewhere didn't mention to Abbott, before he mounted the stage, that Julia couldn't help but look a little removed, up there on the stage, all virgin-Queen like, and he might benefit from a hokey trip down to the floor. No? No one can tell me that with confidence? While we're at it, tell me that the order of business, Abbott speaking second and then being able to be photographed mingling with 'the people' after the event, wasn't a well contrived bit of assistance. No? No one able to back that up? I'm unsurprised.

Considering that the tone of questions to Gillard were along the lines of 'why are you such a hideous, murderous bitch?' and those to Abbott seemed more like 'so, tell us about how many sit ups you do and how much you liked your abs?', a win was in the bag early for Tones. He needed one. Yesterday was better in general, with a Newspoll indicating that while Labor leads, they remain in trouble in QLD and bits of NSW. That's why a bag of cash was spread over Western Sydney, linking their rail lines to the city, a job the State party haven't been able to sort for 15 years. So it goes. If your community has an issue, you've gotta hope that it's an issue that can sure up votes in a tight election to have something done. It's the way now. That's where the vision comes from.

It was a day of weird, and of lame. The Opposition refusing to submit costings because of a leak? Taking their bat and ball and trundling off, wiping brows with relief? Come now.

Tele and other Murdoch tabloid readers in small bits of this country will decide this election, as stated on day one of this blog. Abbott had a better day. After showing his lack of ability for detail, brilliant detailed itself by Annabel Crabb, re a 6bn policy (can we just pause the fuck up on that for a minute?!!  "I'm no Bill Gates- but I'm sure this 6 billion dollars that I'm putting my name to is fine"!!), Abbott stemmed the bleeding.