
It would be remiss of me to not blog about the state of Australian politics today. I’d like to resist the urge, but along with millions of other bloggers, Twitterers and avid Facebookers, I have an opinion. And I’m mad.
Last night I was at the Young Walkley awards at the Goldfish bar in the Cross, the only PR in a room full of jounos; the editor of the SMH, the heavies from Sky News, ABC and SBS. Latika Bourke who ironically won the Young Journalist of the Year award for her coverage of Malcolm Turnbull’s downfall announced, while accepting her accolade, “Thanks, but I have to go, there’s a breaking story in Canberra, Twitter’s going crazy...” Blackberries suddenly appeared as though the world were about to end. Those less dedicated to the Fourth Estate remained more interested in the open bar.
Back to Kevin. Our most popular PM, the Labor party prodigal son, the man who Australians embraced like no other political figure before, following 11 years of boring Liberal government. Make no mistake; Kevin Rudd was elected by the Australian people. And he did a lot for our country. Have we forgotten his steady hand throughout the economic crisis, the apology to indigenous Australians, hospital reform? I was proud to have Kevin as our PM, he restored our national image, spoke out about the slaughter of whales and refused to tow the hardline on refugees. At least Kevin got climate change on the agenda, more than can be said for many others before him. Yes mistakes were made, but John Howard continued to mislead the Australian public throughout his four terms, yet we forgave him – many times over.
I’m a fair-weather feminist; in the sense that I get on my soapbox regularly about equality for women, but I wouldn’t dare get on ladder to change a light bulb or be the one to take out the rubbish. I do not embrace our first female PM. I am, in fact, ashamed. I want my first female PM to be voted in, based on integrity and policy. Her takeover was weak, sneaky and underhand. Was Rudd such a bad PM that he deserved this national embarrassment?
The only thing that made me proud to be Australian today; Tim Cahill running around the soccer pitch, topless, in a crazy green and gold hat, embracing his teammates and Pim, and comforting a devastated Lucas Neil. It was heart-warming.