Like most Australians, I look to the Prime Minister to inspire me on a day to day basis. I need a Prime Minister to lead me, to point me in the right direction when I’m feeling lost. I need a Prime Minister who enjoys the same sports I enjoy, who enjoys the same television shows I enjoy (who doesn’t get a thrill when the PM says something indicating she watches MasterChef! It makes me feel like watching MasterChef is alright after all). A Prime Minister who has the same religious beliefs as me, who has the same sexual preference as me.
The office of Prime Minister is about so much more than speaking for a parliamentary party and explaining the policies on which they’ve agreed in consultation with each other. It’s about much more than implementing legislation that does things consistent with the approach they told us they’d take before we voted for them.
It’s about leading us. About telling us what to do. About helping us think the right way.
That‘s why it’s so important who is PM. Because it’s their job to seem cool and likeable and like they’d only do good things.
That’s why I am frustrated and confused about why it is that the parliamentary Labor party and the parliamentary Liberal party both choose their own leaders rather than letting me vote on the subject, although if you asked me directly I’d say that the US system is un-Australian and the last thing we want to emulate here despite it being what I just demanded.
Kevin Rudd really spoke to me. I liked the way it seemed on the TV news that everyone liked him and he was happy and popular. I liked being told I liked him. I liked the way he and Tony Abbott abandoned the carbon trading scheme they’d promised us, just as much as I hate the way Julia Gillard gave us the carbon trading scheme she’d said once she wouldn’t. I liked the way Kevin hasn’t ever been drawn as an evil witch with a pointy nose. I liked the way Kevin said “Vegemite” and “fair suck of the sauce bottle” and how easy it was to forget how much I hated those things two years ago when the Herald Sun was telling me I should. I like the way Kevin’s name doesn’t rhyme with “liar”. I liked the way his policies were apparently better in some way. That’s why I supported him again.
And it was all for naught. I don’t understand what’s going on.