In case you missed it, on Sunday the Barnaby Joyce baby saga gained a spectacular second wind.
The former Deputy Prime Minister there remained “a bit of a grey area” regarding the paternity of his former media advisor Vikki Campion’s unborn baby.
Though Joyce left his wife and four daughters to be with Campion, even resigning as leader of the Nationals because of the controversy that surrounded them, he curiously claimed journalists did not ever confirm he was the father of the baby before making Campion’s pregnancy public.
(Since his comments were published, The Daily Telegraph’s Sharri Markson released emails she wrote to Joyce’s team prior to breaking the story, asking if he was the father of the baby. Others have also pointed to Leigh Sales’ interview with Joyce on 7.30 last month where she also asked, explicitly, if the child was his.)
The comments were met with disbelief that quickly manifested into outrage.
Why is he still talking?
What good do comments like these do?
Oh, and: How dare he?
Soon came the public commentary on Twitter and later, the op-eds. The overriding and impassioned thread was this: Get out, Vikki. Get out now.
What many omitted, of course, was this: “His comments were volunteered on Saturday at his initiative with Ms Campion present for some of the interview.”