By KATE HUNTER
So a kid chucked a Vegemite sanger at the Prime Minister yesterday.
Breakfast radio announcers are sniggering about it, kids are giggling, and the adults who were there said it was just, ‘kids being kids’ and a bit of childish ‘high jinx.’
This is our Prime Minister and it doesn’t matter if you don’t like her, if you don’t approve of her policies, if your parents think she’s the worst thing to happen to the country since Sylvania Waters, you show respect. You don’t throw sandwiches. If you don’t like that she’s visiting your school, go to the library, the gym, the toilet. Demonstrate your disapproval with your absence. It’s cooler.
One friend I spoke to shared my outrage, but only to a degree. She said, ‘It’s just manners. You don’t throw sandwiches at anyone. It’s equally bad to throw one at your sister.’
I disagree. If my son chucked food at his sister, I’d be cranky, for sure. I’d make him apologise, clean up and probably ban him from watching the next Lions game.
If he threw a sandwich at the Prime Minister, I’d expect that he be charged by the police. BECAUSE SHE’S THE PRIME MINISTER and the office demands respect.