The bloodsport that is #AUSPOL
Remember that episode of The Simpsons where Homer sold his soul to the devil for a doughnut (“Mmm, forbidden doughnut”)? It ends with time in hell and the dishing out of “ironic” punishment – namely, him gorging on holey baked goods. Much like the portly animated patriarch, incoming PM Malcolm Turnbull’s reign could also see him eating, not doughnuts, but his own words. See, for all the positivity that shadowed the Prince of Point Piper’s toppling of Tony Abbott, we’re yet to learn of the deals made to party members on his right – you know, those coalition types stuck with a suburban ’50s outlook for Australia. While the jury’s out on where Turnbull’s key policies will fall, he’s delivered some points to stand and cheer. His shelving, for now, of the proposed higher education bill is a win – if not for a want to make university education an ongoing reality, but for the fact the announcement was made by new education and training minister Simon Birmingham, meaning people weren’t forced to listen to the alley-cat strains of the outgoing Christopher Pyne. Turnbull’s ministry is also to be applauded for his recognition of women – specifically inaugural female minister for defence Marise Payne – and trust in youth, with Wyatt Roy’s elevation to the federal front bench at just 25, alongside Josh Frydenberg and the aforementioned Birmingham. As for the ousting of George Brandis in the arts portfolio – hooorah.
GQ INSIGHT: The jury’s out on Turnbull – and will be for the next 12 months, though he seems to be in government for the right reasons, doesn’t wear budgies and can play on an international level without ridicule. Still, as Australia’s fifth PM in eight years, overseas eyes view Australian politics as a bloodsport more often associated with Eastern Bloc antics.