HOW DARE YOU LIKEN YOURSELF, OR YOUR GOVERNMENT, TO THAT OF MENZIES’?
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
Would Gillard liken herself to Emmeline Pankhurst? Would Rudd liken himself to Jesus Christ? Well, um, probably… but for the extensively flawed Lib leader in Turnbull to liken himself, or his ideology, to that of the great Ming is a ludicrous proposition. No Mr Turnbull, the only thing you should liken yourself to is lichen itself.
You see, lichen is a composite organic morphon spawned from bacterial algae that can only survive within a reciprocal relationship of motley other multiple fungi. There now, Mal was obviously referencing lichen!
I could be wrong but I reckon I am one of the very few people still alive who knew Menzies as a friend since 1949 and each Christmas his present to me was a beautiful, crisp, orange, ten shilling note.
I wish I had kept one
He became the fire in my belly that separated all that I figured was right and wrong in politics. My way of thinking now was germinated in that long association I had with this man, when I shared with him the King’s death and the Coronation of Elizabeth II, and even Hillary’s conquest of Everest, despite him being a Kiwi.
He rarely spoke about himself or even his Party, he spoke about the Australian people and what he wanted for them. Now that doesn’t sound like Turnbull does it?.
He wanted immigration limited to only those people who would benefit Australia. He foresaw a problem of integrating immigrants. Devoid of current day PC, he spoke openly of a preferred White Australia Policy that was also later openly spoken about, and supported by, Labor’s Arthur Calwell.
Mention an homogenous Australia today and it awakens the uni fungi to grab their banners screaming white supremacy as they rush to the streets to defend an unassimilated Islamic cult.
Menzies parents, like the latter day Thatcher's, were lowly country storekeepers but that didn’t stop him becoming a Constitutional Lawyer of serious note nor she a UK Prime Minister. He, unlike Turnbull, was a fair dinkum anti-centrist who vigorously defended States’ rights over Federal interventions.
He as PM, and very much unlike Turnbull, also insisted on balanced budgets as he deftly dragged the nation from the remnant effects of The Great Depression and a World War.
Hosting a Royal visit
He would not allow unions unreasonable ascendancy over business. He stuck to the letter of the law. He was an emotional Monarchist despite never resiling from Australia’s interests when it came to challenging the might of the British aristocracy.
Turnbull appears to grit his teeth as he greets Menzies' daughter, Heather
Australia as a Republic in the mind of Menzies was unthinkable pornography. Gay marriage was never a possibility as gay meant “happy” and homosexuality was never spoken of except in jest.
He was loosely a Presbyterian, but more a fellow traveller, as he never discussed religion or referred to a God with me. And I never heard him swear.
Can anyone except Turnbull seriously compare Turnbull to Menzies?
To have Menzies as a friend was a lasting and awesome experience. He exuded intelligence and natural leadership. His voice could rattle your bones or allay your fears.
His company was inspiring. His awful death came as I worked in the Canberra Times where few admired him.
The grave of Sir Robert and Dame Pattie at Melbourne General Cemetery
No Mr Turnbull, unlike your mind, this is the clear spoken mindset of a true Liberal Centrist: “In a country like Australia the class war must always be a false war. But if we are to talk of classes, then the time has come to say something of the forgotten class - the middle class - those people who are constantly in danger of being ground between the upper and the nether millstones of the false war; the middle class who, properly regarded, represent the backbone of this country.”
I cannot tell you of the amount of annoyance I feel when someone like Turnbull aligns himself with Menzies… it is such a depraved comparison.
As a lowly paper boy I have no idea what effect I had on him. I only know he waited for me every Saturday morning without fail in his pyjamas and dressing gown.
Maybe I was some sort of link to the lower class, maybe I had the unusual political outlook of a dumb novice… I don’t know, but it could never be equal to the effect he had on me.
...but I will always vainly believe there was something.