For years weve been entertained by a host of professional idiots masquerading as politicians. Weve had a minister for sport mount his missus on his office desk thank God it wasnt done during question time in the House (anyone witness a bank teller pulling the same caper while handling your transaction?); weve sent a former pilfering Premier to assume the post of Ambassador to the Holy See (Ill bet the RC church is still conducting an inventory of its reliquary); one forgetful MP didnt remember he owned a 50% share of a concreting business (no anamnestic remedy was needed to remind him to bank the cheques); a Premier who found a spare AUD$300,000 to put the thriving metropolis of Packsaddle NSW (population 2) on the must see list of visiting connoisseurs of fine art; and, the valiant effort of both major parties who contributed some of the reported US$15 billion to the struggling Soeharto family thereby making sure that family never experienced the sordid distress of penury. Just a small sample of the marvelous entertainment served up to us by alleged politicians.

What does shock and mortify me is the fact that for years weve been told that the use of marijuana has no long-term effect on the user. Now Im not so sure.

He’s learned a few hard lessons and I reckon he’s cluey enough to finesse the gap between his activist history and the necessary and sometimes ugly compromises that a polly must make.

The Saturday morning newspaper consensus is that that the Garrett gaffe will see “me-tooism” morph into a “they’re pretending to be like us just to get elected” line.

This is all the Government has got to go with and they’ll be pushing it like mad from now to the bell. The foamentariat will be more than than willing to support this line, and we can expect to see it on endless-loop too.

Team Rudd must promise to do a Bracksy – Basically do almost nothing in their first term to prove that they can control themselves. Garrett must be gagged (nobody’s fault but his), and then in the second term – once the Libs have imploded the renovations can commence.

Steve Price looked like he was just plain pissed that Pete and Wilco didn’t offer him a choof. But, as the mustachioed master once said: Peter knows how to play the crowd.

Phil K. Dick woulda called it a neat jape — in one one fell poop, his Tallness Invited the Foamentariat to hose him down, wasting valuable media suds with no perceptible damage to the Bleetocracy; Tempted the Tory desperadoes into forlornly hauling their lifeboat back up the davits (again) — All the while tossing Labor’s Lefty desperadoes a 10×8″ colour glossy pick of a lifeline.

The Lib’s frantic opportunism is obliviating their message — they’re gonna waste more time chewing on Garrett’s boot while Uncle Kev gets on with the Plan. Or else.

Me-tooism is so this morning.

We have now moved to, “They plan to destroy the foundations of our civilsation”.

Please keep up!