And it’s the iceberg keeping the wine chilled at Parliament House.
The Bronwyn Bishop saga has brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘BB Cream.’ Tony Abbott did his best to provide the sunblock and hide the blemishes, but in the end, BB has been creamed… Bronwyn Bishop has resigned as Speaker.
So the most polished woman in politics will no longer be queen of the Parliamentary chamber. So that’s it, right? The punishment fits the crime and the problem is solved? No way. This is just the beginning. And so it should be.
The Prime Minister has declared a “root and branch review” into politicians’ entitlements. Most say it’s an announcement Mr Abbott should have made weeks ago, when BB’s penchant for maximum travel comfort was first exposed. I say it’s an announcement that could and SHOULD have been made by multiple Prime Ministers years ago, even decades ago.
The person who’s made the most sense on the Speaker’s high rolling transport fetish is the social hand grenade of the far right, Mr Barnaby Joyce, “You start throwing rocks and there won’t be a person left in Parliament, because everyone will have some issue somewhere.” Touché’ BJ! Touché’!
Independent Nick Xenophon is also on the money (so to speak). “This is not about Bishop – it’s about taxpayers being treated as pawns by both sides.”
And, as a taxpayer, there’s something else you should know – politicians aren’t the only ones hopping on the gravy train. Confession time:
As a simple girl from country Queensland on a junior journo wage, my first taste of wine came from a goon bag and my idea of a cheese platter was a cheap camembert, a few green grapes and a couple of Jatz crackers. Boy, did that change when I entered the Parliamentary Press Gallery.
I quickly learnt the difference between a shiraz and a pinot noir, as well as which quince pastes team best with the right vintage cheddar. This new found love of fine dining was courtesy of the many functions I attended hosted by both sides of Government, many of which were on the taxpayer’s dime.