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Scott of the autarchic

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Towards the end of Tony Abbott’s prime ministersh­ip, Malcolm Turnbull’s staff began referring to Abbott’s office as the “Führer’s bunker”. There was a general sense he had gone mad. He had fallen out of conversati­on with the public and was barricadin­g himself in the suite.

At the time, Abbott seemed to be the worst prime minister in Australia’s history. That was because Scott Morrison hadn’t had a go yet. Abbott lied constantly. He was offish and unimaginat­ive. He used the office to prosecute petty vendettas and indulge antique fantasies.

Yet Morrison’s time as prime minister made Abbott’s look principled and even diligent. We now know that Morrison used the pandemic to build a shadow government of which he was the only member. He vested in himself extraordin­ary powers, giving himself ministeria­l fiat over Treasury, Home Affairs, Health, Finance and Resources.

“I understand the offence that some of my colleagues particular­ly have felt about this. I understand that and I have apologised to them,” Morrison said this week.

“But equally, as prime minister, only I could really understand the weight of responsibi­lity that was on my shoulders and on no one else. You are standing on the shore after the fact: I was steering the ship in the middle of the tempest.”

Morrison’s contempt for process is famous. He lives without contrition. He will say whatever he thinks he can get away with saying. It is strange that a man so fundamenta­lly unserious could so seriously rig and bend the political system.

There is history to this. No one knows exactly why Morrison left tourism jobs in Australia and New Zealand. Inquiries found unusual breaks with procedure and a vast, grasping desire for power. What was unsuitable there became his modus operandi in government. Finally, he got away with it.

The question for Morrison always is, why? Why did he want to be prime minister when he had no ideas for what to do with the office? Why did he start amassing secret, unused powers? Why didn’t he tell his colleagues? Why didn’t he tell the public?

There is no real point in asking these questions. He is impervious to them. Every query slides off him in a slick of smirking and self-pity. He is a man without a why, an empty man inside of whom lives only the desire that makes true all the aphorisms about power.

You might as well ask why a monkey steals a nut, why a scorpion stings a frog. It is their nature. Morrison is confusing not because he is complex but the opposite. We cannot fathom how a man of his plodding inconseque­nce could have wielded such power and done nothing with it. The answer will never be satisfying, because there is not enough person in Morrison to make it satisfying. He just is.

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