That, my child, is a beautiful, beautiful world to live in. If you don’t mind all the dying that’s happening around you. But hey, if it’s not your fault, it’s not your problem.
I’m not partisan. I never have been. I measure the value of a person based on their contribution. That’s it.
But Australia, take a hint: this guy is bad for you. He is sabotaging relations with key strategic partners. He is raising the ire of our most respected elders.
I don’t know if you know what that means. You see, ‘round here in the Pacific, we reaaallly respect our elders. Such great and gracious people as this are too big ever to say it, but the rest of us will be pretty quick to remind you: You do NOT dis these folks. Showing such flagrant and callous disregard for people who are so widely revered is… stupid. Like, t-shirt logo stupid.
I know I’m supposed to be an adult. I’m supposed to be composed and mature and explain things using facts and provide reasoned arguments, and make harumphing noises like a curmudgeonly but loveable uncle.
(No, not that uncle. The other one. The nice one.)
But I can’t. There’s nothing to critique. There’s nothing to expose. There’s no undiscovered datum that changes the way we see the world. There’s just some schlub who won’t stop lying, and the group of decent, spotless, warm and wise men and women he’s lying to. Who sit there stoically and take it, and still keep trying to save him from himself.
I beg you: Please stop. Stop taking the piss out of Pacific leaders by pretending anyone here takes this pantomime even remotely seriously. We’re supposed to be friends.
No, wait: We’re supposed to be family.
With vuvale like this, who needs enemies?