So, you thought you’d read the last of Malcolm B Duncan’s “The Scion, the Wheat, and the Cabinet”? Think again, my poppets!
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The Chronicles of Nadir
As told from the grave by Tom Lewis
Tale the First
The Scion, the Wheat, and the Cabinet
The battle had been fought. Sir Alfred Deakin looked down on the carnage. It had come to this: Amanda had escaped and now ruled in Rome on a diet of pasta and Chianti. Peter had decided to take his balls and go home or go home to a ball or Tanya or something. Alexander was bored (well he’d been bored a number of times, actually, but Oxford was like that). Little Lucy was looking forward to the move to Kirribilli House but she didn’t know how long the children would have to spend in storage before they got there and she wasn’t completely certain they should go to Shore anyway. St. Ignatius was more her style and she had no objection to Loreto for the girls.
But the carnage was truly terrible. Severed limbs, red everywhere (particularly under beds), even on the head of Jules of the Galliard and Ruddy was the colour of the day. The Lady Jadis was packing and the Dwarf – well, the Dwarf was so depressed he just couldn’t stop powerwalking – round and round the harbour he went, closely followed by a soon-to-be unemployed Corder, who now regretted signing the AWA. Still, he thought to himself, with the super, if he had his choice, he wouldn’t work.
A long line of former Senators and Members of the House of Representatives queued outside Centrelink in a line over a kilometre long (what with their STAFFERS and a few cats trying desperately to avoid Little Lucy’s husband). The Cabinet Secretary was close to suicide, and a pall of smoke rose from Menzies House. Those of the Party who were left Pyned for the old days.
Was this the end of an era, the end of an Empire, the end of the Land of Nadir?
Sir Alfred thought not. There would always be a Nadir – it just depended who was the incumbent. After all, there had been a Nadir in the time of Keating. Sir Alfred didn’t like Jules of the Galliard; in fact, he hated everything she stood for and he could not stomach Prince Crispian so he was terribly frightened for the future of the land he had adopted as his own and ruled for a time. Yet he would wait with trepidation and see what that future held. Could that future see Prince Crispian lay charges over – wheat?
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623 thoughts on “The Scion, the Wheat, and the Cabinet – Afterword”
Someone has to post this, I suppose. I had to go to Facebook to find the entire thing, the media are just giving bits.
Abbott’s statement on Malcolm Fraser –
I bet abbott didn’t write that.
Razz and I won’t be sitting through anything The Lying Toad does.
Alan Ramsey a “boring, bald-headed old swell”???
I bet he didn’t either.
I find Abbott’s statement written without conviction, rushed through, more like a duty. It contains no warmth, imo.
An undergraduate exercise. I’d give it a pass.
I think whoever wrote that statement has used it to push the government’s agenda, with a couple of mentions of restoring the economy and a little hat-tip to Abbott’s alleged fondness for indigenous affairs. A sly dig ot two at Labor governments as well. Cold, impersonal, mean and petty, saying the right things but in a weaselly way that omits praise. If Abbott didn’t write it – I don’t believe he is capable of writing anything but his own signature these days, so great is his insanity – then it was certainly done on his instructions.
Abbott’s problem is that in later life Fraser’s view on societal matters were entirely opposite to those of himself.
In earlier life as well – Fraser was never a racist.
To Abbott, Fraser was a bit of an irritating mosquito.
I just wonder where the Jewish lobby was after the NE’s comments?
What I would like to see at Malcolm Fraser’s memorial service..: I’d like to see Tamie Fraser march resolutely up to Abbott as he is making his false-sincerity eulogy, snatch the speech off the podium and throw it to the ground, then give Tony a beaut , full slap across the face and demand he “get the hell out of her sight”..and then turn on the GG. and demand what is the use of him, when he “allows the country to be taken to hell in a handcart !…even a drunken sot was of more use as a GG. then yourself!…You should be ashamed”…and it gets broadcast – ALL OVER THE WORLD !
Abbott might not – probably won’t – be asked to speak at Fraser’s memorial service. These things are usually organised by the family of the deceased, as Gough’s was. I don’t think the Frasers will be keen on having Abbott say anything.
Tamie is a frail lady who’s kept her dignity. Such a big gesture of outrage won’t happen. Pity.
Good obituary from Mungo in The Oz. It doesn’t spare Malcolm but acknowledges the good things he did.
No, no, no, not Alan Ramsay !! The bald-headed old swell is that little twerp Howard…..An appearance of Alan Ramsay on TV is very rare these days, and I must say his remarks on Fraser’s passing were a welcome break in the rubbish spruiked by the idiot Cassidy et al.
Fraser, an” Easter Island Statue”:
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The Brussels Sprout has just released the Moss Review, choosing to do it on a day when the media are busy with Fraser’s death and there is a cyclone in Queensland. Dutton might think we are all stupid, might think no-one will notice a damning report, but he’s wrong.
Click to access review-conditions-circumstances-nauru.pdf
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