A political animal myself, I am basking in the multitasking of people who have time on their hands: watching TV, scanning online, listening to radio, arguing with friends, but it’s only when I go online to Australia that I see a seemingly GIANT battle brewing in the corridors of Canberra for the ALP leadership: "blood on the floor" - "heads rolling" - "drama of Shakespearean proportions" and the recurring worry, voiced by all sides: "what will they think of us over there? Gasp horror!"
Well my lovelies, a little ditty by that delightful poet, Piet Hein puts it in a one-fits-all-nutshell:
Denmark seen from a foreign land
looks but like a grain of sand.
Denmark as we Danes conceive it
is so big you won’t believe it.
I have not heard one word nor seen one questionmark about that huge epic fight in Oz, whereas I will really have to educate myself about Kangaroos and assorted marsupials who are all the go here when I mention "Australia". Neither the name “Gillard“ nor that of “Rudd“ excite the Gallic curiosity - so, even if one or both of them should still be there when I return to the Antipodes, I wont spend my time researching them, since this kind of Canberra product does not seem to have export quality.
Regarding local politics, the woman I admire most in this French election campaign is Marine LePen: every bully, every media outlet, every defamer, every member of the herd, attack her and knee-cap her, yet she stands up to these packs, again and again, head high, open, strong, unwavering: I would like one like her for Australia. (And dont believe her accusers when, in desperance de cause, they call her anti-semitic: if I was French, I would vote for her, but if I was Jewish, I would doubly vote for her, she is the only friend Israel and the Jewish people have among the French politicians).
The one I admire least is Jean Luc Melanchon, an extreme left bully, a Jew-hating trendoit, a faux rebel, loved by the media, we thankfully dont seem to have too many of his kind in Australia, yet: