I’ve spent half my life looking for a slogan or something anodyne to say, and now this commodious mouth of mine is good for nothing else. My very teeth grow on platitudinous roots. No longer have I the words necessary for thought. Nor the instinct for it. It’s the saddest thing.
I blame you. You started it with your whingeing. I evolved to meet the demand. If I can say nothing else of a truthful kind, I can say this – what I have done, you did to me.
You reckoned you were hard done by, so I kept saying it. Oh, the people are doing it hard, I said. Oh, the cost of living is squeezing them! Oh, they deserve better! It grew and grew until everyone was a poor wretch, including Gina Rinehart and the Big Four banks.
From the amazing Don Watson in The Monthly with “The all-purpose election victory speech”. Packs quite the punch by the end.