With Gladys Berejiklian tied to yet another scandal involving taxpayer money, one has to wonder how she’s managed to keep her job.
Something that springs to mind – as far as political analogies go – when one takes a look at this latest palpable nonsense stemming from the highest echelons of NSW politics: Ted Kennedy.
The lesser brother of the three Kennedys; the one who didn’t quite succeed like big brother Jack did, or even as far as middle brother Robert did.
Among his noteworthy achievements (aside from being the brother of two people who were much more popular than he), the most significant black mark in his story is from a night in 1969. In short, late in the night of Saturday, July 19, there was a car crash. Kennedy left a party on Chappaquiddick Island, Massachusetts with a young lady named Mary Jo Kopechne. A wrong turn saw Kennedy drive onto a bridge, which he then promptly drove off, into a pond. Kennedy swam to shore; Kopechne drowned.
Now, *IF* you believe the Senator’s side of the story, the very best, most rose-tinted thing you can take away from it is: he innocently was driving her to a ferry, there was an accident, he did what he could to rescue her, but failed, so he went home, was tired and went to bed and the next morning woke up, ate his Weeties and then called the cops.
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That’s if you believe him. Which, if you do, good for you, as you’re being extraordinarily benefit-of-the-doubt-y. The very best thing anyone can say about him is that he displayed criminally, appallingly poor judgment. The kind of poor judgment one would not want in one’s elected officials.
How this links to Gladys Berejiklian? Well, let’s just take a wander through the litany of palpably corrupt shenanigans that she’s borne witness to, been associated with, or just plainly did.
Today, we’re told that she oversaw a fund that the New South Wales Government used to bankroll a building development from which her now-former squeeze Daryl Maguire and his partners were set to profit from.
$5.5 million in grant funding was set aside for the Australian Clay Target Association’s clubhouse and convention centre in Wagga Wagga (that’s quite a lot of pigeons). Daryl had been at the trough for that for years.
OK, so it’s an incident, and there’s no sign of her fingerprints on it…yet. But this comes on the heels of her having shredded key documents at the centre of pork-barrelling accusations levelled at her. Or that pork barrelling is just something that people do, really, or the fact that I don’t follow my own quarantine rules, and I’m going to have to ask you to get WAY the hell of my back on this thing.
And it just goes on and on and on. Meanwhile, the PR wing of the Liberal Party goes all-in on the ‘dud boyfriend’ defence, and aside from the fact that she was palpably knee-deep, if not at the very least in earshot of some dodgy, dodgy fuckery on Maguire’s part, she has displayed spectacular, albeit almost comic, poor personal judgment. And it seems no matter what she does (fuck koalas, while we’re at it), she looks to keep her job.
This latest occupant of the Sydney seat of power has mastered the art of the own-goal, and if we’d believe her, she just happened to be secretly shagging someone who is practically a fence for stolen goods, while wilfully turning a blind eye to this corruption, then shredded key documents about where millions upon millions of taxpayer funds were being bandied about, who got caught pork barrelling and basically said the quiet part out loud, and now essentially looks to have been caught with a sack full of money with ‘$’ on the side of it.
Astonishing, really. NSW had itself a reputation as being the hive of political corruption from its earliest days, and it was within living memory that the Premiership of that state was seemingly a revolving door of local (and imported) party apparatchiks (Iemma, Rees, Keneally, O’Farrell, Baird and then Berejiklian all sharing the mantle inside of a 12-year span; the previous 12 years having been occupied by all of two individuals).
This latest occupant of the Sydney seat of power has mastered the art of the own-goal, and if we’d believe her, she just happened to be secretly shagging someone who is practically a fence for stolen goods, while wilfully turning a blind eye to this corruption, then shredded key documents about where millions upon millions of taxpayer funds were being bandied about, who got caught pork barrelling and basically said the quiet part out loud, and now essentially looks to have been caught with a sack full of money with ‘$’ on the side of it. Gladys Berejiklian is basically Sideshow Bob stepping on rake after rake, after rake, after rake.
Or, because she handled the Coronavirus so well, it all just happened because she’s unlucky in love and it’s exhausting, poor thing.
Ted Kennedy would be jealous.