Another Sunday morning another Tony Abbott poster. He’s everywhere, like Athletes Itch, you can’t quite predict where or when he’ll throw up but there it is – reptilian, insidious and hard to budge, and often in budgies.
Online or hardcopy – there he is again. They seem to like photographing him in the quasi thinker’s pose. This is because someone has worked out Tony is better when he says nothing, so he is photographed with a moody backlighting scenario where it looks as though maybe for a nanosecond he could have just had a little thought. Or maybe it was just wind.
That’s a core promise – and it’s written down.