So it seems we're back to situation normal. Gillard and Labor have dragged their discordant arses back into the campaign thanks to some stellar performances from the leader and the absence of Rudd or Rudd related palaver. Abbott lurches from disaster on the 7:30 Report to a solid performance 'down on the level' at Rooty Hill (nope, I'll never tire of it either), and we're back where we were- two parties travelling madly round the nation making a lot of noise about very, very little. From the senseless repetition of the words 'boats' and 'stop' to targeted cash drops, like UN aid in marginal seats. A week and a day to go and the parties, the polls, and the pulses have levelled.
As Barrie Cassidy said in his Drum piece, Labor's late scheduling of their launch looks suddenly like a masterstroke. It looked damn stoopid two weeks ago, but now they stand a good chance of being the story on Monday. Unless Lathams Sunday night piece is a doozy. Or if Rudd's appearance on the Ch 7 program, head to head with Latham, drops the party in the proverbial. These are possibilities, and Abbott will be hoping for such a drop.
Speaking of Tones, this is a picture of him.
This is another. He is racing Christopher Pyne, who is thankfully not pictured, in Deakin. Both men are in control of carts, in the rain, with small children inside them.
I'm gonna leave you with these images of our potential prime minister and minister for education for a moment.
Seriously.
GET UP!
It was remiss of me not to write on Get Up!'s victory last week to include those who updated their enrolment or enrolled late on the big day, but today the decision has been confirmed, quashing the appeal of some dim witted fucktards from somewhere and something significant has occured as a result.
Listen. Come closer. I'll tell you a secret. I'm not a big fan of student politicians. I know, crazy right? I've spent more than enough time in the fetid presence of folk who clutch Chomsky or Ann Rand and spout stuff and smell and just make one wanna cover ones shoes in puke. So groups like Get Up, who have an appearence of maybe a post-grad, slightly grown up version of the above, veer close to offence. But Get Up are, in the main, ahead of the curve, for one key reason- they understand humour. Humour works- it skewers systems. It exposes poseurs, highlights a detail vaccuum. It's always amazing to me that so many groups work the po-face khaki guilt-trip angle. It just doesn't win. So Get Up deserve a round for working a better angle, and now have stepped up to the serious leagues with a major win. For this victory they should be appropriately lauded.
Having said that, what the win does is spotlight the stupidity of Labor not repealing the law themselves. The Coalition's move to close the ballot on the day of the call was mean and dirty, and should've been wound back as an early matter of business. As written on day 1, why Labor, who tend to be favoured by the young, didn't do so is a mystery, and shame on them for not. See, I'm using a bit of that student politico language to get in the spirit! Shame Labor Shame! No, lets pile into my new Volkswagon Daddy just got me and head down to Gloria Jeans where we can read passage from Marx & Engels to each other till that gets boring, after which we'll go shopping at Witchery! Yeah!
Instead of watching highlights packages of the day however, I tune out till Lateline, where George Meglogenis and Laura Tingle fall over themselves in agreeance. The key messages? The Liberal campaign has peaked, and the launch, which was an opportunity to hit it out of the park, played small and failed. The Rooty Hill thing was ok, but Tingle suggests that the move to the floor wasn't actually that good- it didn't look Prime Ministerial. On the downside for Labor, the cash fling in Western Sydney on Thursday didn't look good. But neither does the mess of the Liberal internets 'policy'. And while belief in both parties is at a low, one is lower thn the other.
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