Dolly Downer is exiting the building...

I can’t really be bothered to enter too much into Alexander Downer’s latest theatrical outburst as he exits Australian politics, as I am more than aware that he's playing the same old kind of politics that he always has. That said, it is nice to see him go out as big a hypocrite as he has been throughout. His quote:

"If Mr Rudd doesn't run a candidate in Mayo, well then he's slinking away in a cowardly way and he should be prepared to face up to the judgement of the people of Australia whenever that judgement is called to be made.

I think they're treating the people of Mayo with contempt if they're not prepared to run a candidate when they're the Government of Australia."

So let me get this straight, the guy who contested (and won) the seat of Mayo in the 2007 election, but whose party lost miserably and looks set for a good stretch in opposition. Perhaps understandably, he doesn’t like the taste of opposition so he bails out early, forcing a by-election that is going to cost taxpayers well into the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And this guy thinks that he had the moral high ground when he talks about treating the people of Mayo with contempt?

No bloody wonder they were booted out!

Comments

grocer said…

yes well ho hum

at least, despite the enormous cost to taxpayers, this might be the start of the tide for the old guard and with any luck a new type of "liberal" will surface...

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9 July 2008 at 08:18

The D in D & T said…

good riddance i say.

it shames me that he is an adelaidean!

i really cant imagine him being particularly useful in cyprus. as if they dont have enough problems.

9 July 2008 at 12:17

Kris McCracken said…

The thing that grated most was his condescending tone about "letting the voters down". That just grates *more* when you're bailing out. I hope he works on that if he wants to sort out the Cypriot antagonism.

10 July 2008 at 11:51

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