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The stupidity of Joe Hockey

The stupidity of Joe Hockey

The stupidity of Joe Hockey



Bob Ellis 11 May 2014, 8:30pm 32



(Image by John Graham / johngraham.alphalink.com.au)


There is growing evidence that Joe Hockey is the dumbest Australian politician ever.



After an ‘anti-entitlement’ Budget, he smokes a cigar. He imagines
‘entitlement’ is the dole paid to jobless youth whose jobs machines have
stolen, and special monies paid to the disabled, for whom jobs as
waitresses and receptionists and paper boys are impossible. He imagines
these disabled do not have two million relatives and two million
friends. He imagines these four million will vote for this persecution
of cripples.




He imagines ‘entitlement’ does not include the $3 million a year his
wife brings home. He imagines it does not include the $¼ million Arthur Sinodinos got
for 50 hour’s work, or the $20 million he was promised for three hours
more. He imagines it includes the $50,000 or $80,000 a year earned by
Holden workers in a business that needed, for a while, what all western
car manufacturers get — some government help.




He imagines ‘entitlement’ is what a bricklayer aged fifty-five lately
thought he had — a pension at sixty-five. He is entitled now, Joe
thinks, only to be ‘retrained’ as a shelf-packer, despite his bad back,
or maybe a nurse in a mental hospital.




Joe thinks this persecution of future old people will not worry those
who are old already. But these he has told he will take away their
pension if the inner-city tenement they bought for fifty thousand is now
worth a million and they persist in living in it. This is eighty per
cent of all old age pensioners and he thinks he has kept their vote.




He thinks all this will improve consumer confidence and they will buy
more now, though 10 or 15 per cent of what they spent last year is
unavailable this year. He imagines this ‘austerity’ programme, which
demands people spend more while earning less, will be the first to work
in world history.




He thinks mothers who used to get $1,500 or $2,000 a year to clothe
and equip their kids at school will be thankful they don’t get it now.
They will ‘trust’ he knows what he is doing, while smoking a cigar,
enjoying his wife’s millions and planning himself to retire, not at
seventy, but at fifty-eight.




Joe thinks that spending $24 billion,
or $1,770 dollars per taxpayer, on a plane that still can’t fly near
storms to defend Australia will not be resented, in an era when such
planes are never used and drones, which do the work, cost one
two-hundredth as much, will be joyfully applauded by the caring parents
of the struggling disabled.




He thinks kicking cripples and buying useless planes is a good look.





He thinks that spending on a sea-search for a plane crash with no
survivors as much money as would have saved Holden is a good look, and
retrenched Holden workers, and Toyota workers, and Ford workers, and the
small businessmen who used to make car parts in tributary industries
will understand.




Joe’s great stupidity is to imagine he has the moral stature to do such things, as Sir Robert Menzies, perhaps, or Black Jack McEwen
once had. He imagines that breaking promises – no surprises, no new
taxes, no kicking cripples – maintains moral stature and does not
injure, erode or shatter it.




He imagines he has two friends in Australia, willing to share that
cigar with him and celebrate his victory over numeracy — his ruining of
his country.




It is not his country, of course.



He believes the heathens do not deserve help, and if the children
throw stones, well, rubber bullets is what they will suffer in return.
He believes inequality is deserved. It is in his DNA.




If this is unfair, I am sorry — I do not wish to be unfair.



Joe thinks there won’t be many votes lost in the long run if he
presses ahead with this innumerate sado-Thatcherist foolishness. But a
million votes are gone already, some to Palmer, which will never come
back.




It is not as though the Liberal Party is respected.





Its last long-serving prime minister lost his own seat. Its present one, who brought back knighthoods
and then thought better of it, and will never bestow another, is
thought a crazy man or a klutz by thirteen million Australians who want
some other prime minister.




There is no ‘political capital’ for them to draw on. They are
regarded by many as whingeing, thick-accented shysters. Many of their
own back bench are agape and cannot believe Joe has got it so wrong.




Joe is a fool and will not be Treasurer by September.



He will bow out sweatily smiling, unthanked and unsung, perhaps after
being enmeshed in the web of corruption now engulfing New South Wales,
his pitch, where $22,000 will buy you a conversation with him.




He cannot survive this week. He is dead as mutton already.



And he’s so dumb he doesn’t see it.



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