In life, after much public and media speculation and unfounded
hyperbole the Liberal Party chose to send Tony Abbott home and kicked him out
of the mansion. His journey came to a surprisingly quick end. The love affair is
now officially over.
I just hope there was a lot of loooong pauses and longing
looks as the cabinet members all stood alongside Osher waiting for producers to
give the nod allowing the rose to finally be handed to Malcolm Turnbull.
Of course there were obligatory speeches delivered with
false modesty and even greater false sincerity.
The real test of the relationship has only just begun. Now
that the winner has been announced, the party can leave the house and start to
be seen together in public. As we saw in the last season of the political
dating show (and the last season of The
bachelor) the chosen one did not turn out to be all they were cracked up to
be and ultimately the party went back to their previous choice.
In art, after even more public and media speculation and
even more unfounded hyperbole Sam chose Snezana (sounds like parmigiana) and
her daughter, despite bookies odd on favourites Lana (sounds like parmigiana) who
was first of all the losers and historically therefore the most likely to end
up with Sam in the long run and Heather who will return to anonymity.
The decision has divided the nation and the talkback shock-jocks
love it. The pro Snezana callers full of love and hop balance by the pro Lana
callers who are full of vitriol and venom. There a growing call for the public
to be able to have a greater involvement in the selection process to choose the
winner.
In both circumstances the media is the only real winner with
endless pages and minutes of airtime filled with endlessly repetitive descriptions
of the events, gossip and conjecture masquerading as “expert” opinion.
The decisions have been made and ultimately - in art as in
life - will have little if any bearing on the day to day lives of the vast
majority of the Australian population.
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