While the events of the past week worked amazingly as a form of distraction from the sport utopia that we live in right now (World Cup, Wimbledon, Tour de France to come), we shouldn’t simply return to normal transmission once the Gillard interviews in New Weekly wrap up sometime next week.
Something seriously scary (alliteration for the week!) is happening to our political landscape that should make us all sit up and take notice – we don’t have a PM candidate with a name that rhymes with the year they’re campaigning in.
Kevin 07 was linguistic genius that should be heralded as the greatest piece of political word-play since Peter Costello finished off the cryptic crossword in question time.
Abbot and Gillard are both names that will send political poets to the asylum due to their severe lack for names that would fit snugly in Dr Seuss books. Green eggs in ham they are not.
The limitations of the names go beyond the numerical sphere. Phony-Tony and Jules the Fool aside, we are looking into the mire of a disappointingly non-catchy election campaign.
Rise up now Australia, the time is nigh for Penny Wong and her Pen ’10 army to rise from environmentally friendly obscurity!
Dave Sixpack.
