Come to Beaconsfield

Team Bartlet’s principles are just for show and can be compromised by a mix of inducement and threat when a vote contrary to espoused principles is needed.
Those cynical shysters chose Beaconsfield and Brant Webb, as we all know, because they think that we who live in this area are gullible enough to accept their appropriation of the aura surrounding the survivors of the mine disaster.

NO.

We think of Larry Knight, his family, his friends and his community and absolutely reject the insult to his memory, his family, friends and community of Labor’s usurpation.

It is so demeaning of human dignity it makes me sick.

Having been invited to Beaconsfield by Bartlett to bask in the expropriated aura and be sucked in to vote for the vain lying man and his lard-headed, accident prone, venal marionettes, we accept his invitation but on our own terms and we shall behave not as he wishes but in our own way.

There is a long and noble tradition of drumming a failed regime out of office.

When the bells are rung, the drums beaten, the pots and pans bashed together or the car keys rattled in unison, it means time is up.

Get out.

That is what we will do at Beaconsfield and we invite everyone in the whole wide universe to bring the drums, the bells, whistles pots and pans and be part of the biggest samba band ever assembled for an honourable purpose in this country.

I conclude with an historical parallel because it resonates in this island of sordid and prostituted government.

In 1653 Oliver Cromwell dismissed the remnants of the Long Parliament, known as the Rump Parliament because, like the current Tasmanian Labor government, it was composed of remnants after the departure and purging of many ‘legitimate’ members, with these words:

“…it is high time for me (us) to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonoured by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would, like Esau, sell your country for a mess of pottage…..You have sat too long for any good you do. In the name of God, go!”