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The Great Big Dirty Campaign

Are the rats on the sinking Ship of State beginning to gnaw each other’s entrails?

Hag hears all sorts of terrible rumours … not from without, but from within the Tent of State. Not from the Libs. But the Labs. Or is it LibLabs anyway when the chips are down.

Hag will not dignify the rumours by revealing any details. Suffice to say, this will be one great big dirty election campaign. (Well it already is: Insults fly as Bartlett gets dirty. And don’t forget the admirable Doug Parkinson’s adroit move to sue his own side: Now Labor sues itself)

I’m assured by the Editor that Tasmanian Times will not publish a single jot of these nasty character assassinations, unless of course there is specific public interest. Very admirable and appropriate, Editor.

However, the simple fact of the steady trickle of dirt to me (and TT) indicates that Labor and the Great Leader are severely on the nose.

It would appear to confirm gleeful Libs’ Focus Group polling that it is The Great Leader himself, the Hon David Bartlett MP – cruelly called the Thinking Man’s Bollard by a drinking companion the other night – who is the most unpopular.

Why then the Presidential Style campaign focused on the Leader when the Leader is already lampooned as the Backflip Backdoor Barty; Line In The Sand firmly washed away?

Perhaps it’s time for Barty to take a night off and memorise Percy Byshe Shelley’s immortal….

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert … Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on these works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Image: Dave Groves: HERE. Dave also has a smahing time with Rene

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8 Comments

8 Comments

  1. Philip Lowe

    January 26, 2010 at 11:00 am

    Ah what a wonderful poet’s corner we are becoming.
    Here’s another one of Rabbi Burns for politicians of ALL colours,sizes and flavours.

    Oh wad sum power the giftie gie us,
    ta see ourselves as others see us,
    it wad frea many a blunder free us,
    AND foolish notion.

    Hag,where shall we meet,supposing that we eat.I am desperate need of stimulating company.There are no characters left in Hobart,no quality larrikins.You’ve had to import Poms to do the job.

  2. Mike Adams

    January 25, 2010 at 9:53 pm

    Recent comment by a Green MP was that the present Labor members were much less interested in how their party fared: most apparently thought it a goner – and were far more involved in beating off challengers from their own party than from the Opposition. I believe ‘dog eat dog’ was mentioned…

  3. Dave

    January 25, 2010 at 9:12 pm

    PLEASE – Talk about being hypocritical TAS TImes wont print “nasty character assassinations,” followed five lines later by “The Great Leader himself, the Hon David Bartlett MP – cruelly called the Thinking Man’s Bollard”.

    I would have a lot more sympathy with some of the vile personal attacks on this site if they were not so totally one sided.

    When it comes to dirt there is more personal dirt thrown on this site than anywhere in the Tas media.

    Or can I have a go in the spirit of no personal attacks, Kim Booth the caring mans Pol Pot.

  4. Russell

    January 25, 2010 at 8:45 pm

    Is that a condom Will’s holding?

    I sure hope so, considering the possible outcome of a meeting of the two.

  5. Andy O'Brien

    January 25, 2010 at 7:22 pm

    On the subject of great poets (Anon#1 & Percy#2) may I add a contribution from the great Robbie Burns-“To A Mouse”
    “Wee sleekit,cow’rin,tim’rous beastie,
    O,what a panic’s in thy breastie!
    Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
    Wi’ bickering brattle!
    I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
    Wi’ murdering pattle!
    ……….

    The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
    Gang aft agley,
    An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
    For promis’d joy!”
    Sent this a while back to Peter Garrett for obvious reasons (Whaling,tourists still allowed to defecate on Uluru etc), but I reckon old Robbie’s rather sad apology to an uprooted mouse can be used as a spray against some rooted local politicians!
    We live in interesting times,eh!

  6. phill PARSONS is beyond salvation

    January 25, 2010 at 6:51 pm

    I am shocked to think that Tasmanian politics has descended to such a level.

    Not really, the surprise would be if it left the gutter for the footpath or other elysian heights.

    Lets hope the other parties can aspire to more and thus achieve something closer to an informative campaign where the voters decide on merit.

    Of course the wild card and weak point is that elusive character, the voter.

  7. john Hayward

    January 25, 2010 at 1:22 pm

    I am hoping this will turn into a serious contest of ethical limbo dancing. I think Barty has it in him to set new free diving records if sufficiently challenged.

    To date, however, Will has confined himself to a salvo of salt-free platitudes, which has always been his strength.

    I note that even one of the TT contributors, a PB Shelley, is already into the spirit of the campaign, pinching an observation by Ramses II, who in turn, pinched it from a TT contributor of a few days ago. Let the Tassie mud wrestling commence!

    John Hayward

  8. Philip Lowe

    January 25, 2010 at 10:09 am

    I offer the following political epitath for whom the bell might toll.
    When a man grows old
    and his balls grow cold
    and the tip of his nob turns blue,
    and the hole in the middle
    refuses to piddle
    I’d say he was stuffed,
    wouldn’t you?

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