Jerry Behr Number 2
The Green Room - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
Dear Mr. Joe Blow, the reason why I'm so interested in Aussie
politics is because I regard the "Green Room" as the epitome of freedom and democracy.Question Time in the House of Representatives with it's green carpet makes me glad.
Questions can be asked whether good or bad.
Question time on the ABC 2 is where the Prime Minister Kevin Rudd and his other Ministers, have to prove their meettle and what they are made of with their political skills
along with their stamina every day while "sitting" is in progress.
The opposition also goes through the same process.
The P.M. Kevin Rudd and his counter part opposition
leader Malcolm Turnbull sit at the oblong table facing each
other.This is not a pleasant "get together, " it's a highly combative
stance whereby one would like to trip the other up to see thoughts stall.
Mr. Turnbull would like to interrupt the P.M's. "train of thought" and fall.
Mr. Blow, you can well imagine Mr. Rudd would like to do nice oratory while answering a question only to be told to resume his seat by the Speaker because of the constant interjections made from the
opposition side.Trying to annoy Kevin Rudd with accusations from their benches
and see if he and his treasurer are hiding in their trenches.
The Latest OzCar saga is a classical example of this process in full motion.Turnbull thought he could trip Rudd up with the Ute Question
(only in Australia can there be a Utegate) .In the end it was Malcolm Turnbull himself caught up in Godwin Grech's treachery,
a psychological sickie from the staff of treasury.
Due to Godwin Grech's forged email and the fact he had been found out, Malcolm Turnbull now has mud on his face.Due to fierce meettle testing in Question time Turnbull wont be around for long, I strongly doubt he could survive the terrible acid tests in Question Time during the day.
Rudd's metal is untarnished and he can continue as he may.
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