Black kettles
I both admire and loathe Alexander Downer. I admire that he’s educated and articulate and very well able to make a point; however I loathe that he seems unable to do so without coughing up a torrent of ad hominem invective.
I was driving home tonight listening to PM. (Not to the PM: to the ABC radio program) With an election on in a minute there was the daily recap of who said what about whom and why that who or whom is not fit to run the country. You know the drill.
Anyway, today Alexander, talking of Mr Rudd, came out with this:
The contradictions in his policies, the platitudes, the clichés that just roll off the lips of Mr Rudd every day, the sort of cocky little smirk with a bunch of clichés and slogans, you know, at the end of the day I don’t think that’s going to wash with the Australian public.
Platitude? Cliché? Anyone?
