Peter Shergold, a very confident public servant, in fact the PM's personal public servant, revealed the method to Howard's inscrutable madness. In a smart-ass display, the very model of the postmodern major general layed it out in the usual smug fashion. Bear with me, ma.
he explained how the public service are past the Sir Humpers' secure tenure, lifetime membership model and well into the realm of competitive, promotion-based-on-merrit rickshaw. [longhand for "They are now entirely dependant on the Minister's good will".] He explained at length that pollies have to face the electorate evey three years. He intimated that it was unconsionable for ministers' tenure to be terminated because of the errors of mere public servants. He went on to mention the AWB cockup and then, as the room hushed and the lights lowered, pulled the camera in close and sprayed his mia culpa all over us.
Conclusions:
For top public servants, to guarantee tenure, stopping a bullet for their minister is written into their workplace agreements. Postmodern Democracy is shit. The postmodern revolution will be exponentially bitchier.
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Shergold is correct and we knew it without him to mention it.
The old 'stick your head out of the foxhole and it will be shot off' theory.
Howard is such a controller and one does not need to be a political analyst to figure it out.
We never see photos of his children.
His wife and her friends at lunches or doing good works.
I reckon he has them all tied on a short leash.
He clearly has not other life but controlling his Party.
When he stops/retires whatever, he will go mad, so we have that to look forward to.
And another thing: Gareth & Kernot, Chifley, Keating. Harold Holt, Billy Snedden had mistresses, - big laugh coming when we inevitably found out what sooky lips has been doing.
Yep, it's the way Shergold used it as a justification for his existence, rather than as an excuse for his smarmy arse. Now who'da thought I'd be surprised by that? Still, with any luck Howard's son will wind up like Thatcher's, we know their parent's lips have caressed the same roses! (Did you have to drop that image on me?) I'm hanging for Howard's expression when he realises his feather-dusterhood-ness.
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