That such an accomplished writer would pen such a diatribe is sad indeed. Reading Cameron's article,
The hostile pen is mightier than a well-aimed Taser is like watching a scorpion trying to sting itself to death. Passages of bile and hatred errupt from a belly billious from political dispiritedness - typical of Labor lickspittles as their socialist dreams evaporate.
Is it a prophetic requiem that Cameron writes? Or, is it simply the handiwork of a spoiled brat enraged to see his team losing and refuses to accept the reasons why? Whatever, R.I.P. Mr. Cameron. GC.Ed.
But by Christmas, she and hers will be gone. And there will stand Tony Abbott. To the progressives, a brutal reincarnation of a brutal reincarnation. Imagine the vitality David Marr, Robert Manne, John Birmingham, Mungo MacCallum, Guy Rundle, et al will take from his ascension. In honest moments they'd admit to being excited by Labor's fall … Forget the state of the nation, man. The nation will be all right. Meanwhile, I'll have a prick against which to kick at last. It's finally my turn to point the Taser at Tony's Y-fronts and pull the trigger.
(Thanks reader Abe)