Tim Blair


New Criterion



Wednesday, June 09, 2004
PARACHUTE PETE GARRETT'S arrival on the landing strip at Kingsford Smith electorate, prior to his teleporting to Canberra, raises in reader G's mind a curious coincidence.

Auntie is, he tells me, about to issue a compilation of Midnight Oil's leaping, shouting, posturing best.

Perhaps G is paranoid. After all, he admits that he was employed by Auntie earlier in his career.

On the other hand, would you call a rugby league player's wife paranoid if she checked her wardrobes before joining her husband in the marital bed each night.

Auntie goes for the ideological gang-bang like rugby players after a team bonding session. You never see Auntie doing a cross-promotion of anyone to the right of Garrett.