A certain P.J. Keating had Peter Costello pegged.
“All tip,” he said “and no iceberg”.
Amen to that, comrade.
The man was a dud, a smirking, lazy dud. It really doesn’t take much to run record budget surpluses during the biggest resources boom in thirty years (not that he actually did much with it, other than throw money at strategically targeted groups at election time). Offered the Liberal Party leadership after the 2007 election, his response was basically to say “nup, youse can all get fucked”. Cut off from his public service life-system during elections, he floundered to the extent that even Wayne Swan could wipe the floor with him.
So why is the media pandering to this prick?
Appearances on Lateline, a regular piece in the Age? Fuck that!
This piece in the Age illustrates perfectly why Costello’s sole function in public life should be as a toilet brush at Parliament House.
His response to the Government’s stimulus package is to label it;
Jesus wept; we’re talking about a Government that was voted out of office more than 30 years ago. Nobody gives a fuck about the Whitlam Government anymore, Pete.
What’s next; blaming John Curtin, John Watson, David Lloyd George?
Update: And this fascist cunt can get fucked, as well.