Broadcaster Alan Jones is “one of those”…
One of those rare individuals utterly convinced they have a God-given right to appoint and anoint who will run the joint.
Parasites of all political colours in NSW are prepared to wear the yellow rubber “WWAT” (“What Would Alan Think”) wrist band before taking their next step.
Bugger democracy. Who gives a rat’s rear what the electorate wants and who it sends to Canberra to represent it. It’s what Alan Jones, and shock-jock work experience kid, Andrew Bolt, want. When Julia Gillard stood up to him, Jones reverted to nasty behaviour. Even PM Tony Abbott is diplomatic around Jones.
This shows Abbott must be deep in a pile of political poo if he needs not one but two attack dogs to keep the upstarts from rising up while he is abroad. Hopefully Tony doesn’t catch the travel bug in the same jet-setting fashion his predecessor did otherwise Liberal leadership blood will flow down the gutters of Struggle Street every third Wednesday.
The spin is that there is no “tension” at the top and Abbott’s office is not agitating.
This is merely Alan Jones doing what he does, and Bolt doing what Jones does in order to eventually do what Jones does, circumventing the Prime Minister and going straight for the throat of the danger.
For the sin of breaking bread with Clive Palmer at a Canberra Restaurant, Malcolm Turnbull was ripped “a new one” this week by both the Jones boy and heir apparent Bolt. Thankfully Turnbull, who hates bullies, refused to yield when Headmaster Jones instructed him to… “Read after me”…(you wicked, wicked little boy).
Jones and Bolt are no dills. They know Abbott is on the nose and are both acutely aware Turnbull is the people’s choice to lead the Liberal Party. And if the former merchant banker got the “big gig” it’d be game over for many moguls. When Alan’s on-air castigation of Turnbull failed, he reverted to bad behaviour, stating the bleeding obvious that Turnbull “would never again lead the Federal Liberal Party.”
Malcolm won’t rise again unless some of his colleagues, who are still loathe to say what they really feel lest they too be bullied, actually grow a pair.
Wouldn’t hurt if some in the media had theirs sewn back on too.
And it’s only a matter of time before Bolt himself cops both barrels from the man who decides who comes to Struggle Street and the circumstances under which they come. Bolt has already been softened up by a spray last year from the race-caller.
And who is actually running the country this week?
Officially it’s the relatively unknown National Party leader Warren Errol Truss.
But he’s only “Acting.”