Election Erections And Fiscal Peace

It was a debate we always had to have;
we’re close mates of that kind, mirrors of
similar ideas but beneath each essentially
his own man – in the event quite different.

So we trade clichés, walk quietly around what
is meant, recognise Political peerage. I am
sort of socialist but not bent irrevocably to the
Left, able to glory in ideas; he is more or less

astride the centre – fears for the lack of its
cerebral weight and the baggage of years, of
casualties. We were soldiers together and knew we
were used, there is strong consensus and true

unity in our sense of family. We agreed in the
end there is more to this election than the
hollow rhetoric of an out-of-touch PM, or a
rash of fine ideas from a would-be successor.

The battle-lines once again raise banners of a
Union spectre; right or wrong the issues of our
needs eventuated by votes cast in the light
of a supposed bogeyman. Right or wrong

he sees the issue’s simplicity as one where
Kevin Rudd might win the people’s hearts
but Julia Gillard holds the keys to industrial
peace, and thus, our future prosperity.
© 4 June 2007, I.D. Carswell