Actually, to be fair, the Premier didn’t say that – his campaign ad launch stated SA jobs were his number-one priority. We guess that’s right. Only – do you feel better off than you did 16 years ago, when a ‘paedophile-hunter’ and self-confessed murderer decided, after having ‘searched his soul,’ to throw the keys of government to the Labor party?
They tinkered with the market and feather-bedded it to death. They sand-bagged to weak levies till we all are fit to drown.
Now this, “jobs, jobs jobs” after 16 years of “mass misery, mass tedium, mass impotence, mass lifelessness…Cathedrals to preach the gospel of a mixed economy; Festival Halls for those with nothing to celebrate; Colleges of Further Education to create a generation of further idiots; Art Galleries for the artless; restaurants for the overfed; aerodromes for those with nowhere to go…the society that wants to build a mausoleum to embalm the truth and slap a plastic condom on the spirit of man…”*
For our money, Premier Jay will be returned. Because SA deserves him and his ilk. We’ll be one, large, unhappy, Dickensian family again, with Jay as our paterfamilias. And our registration plates shall either read “SA: Waiting for instructions” or “SA: Queuing for Gruel.”
The Varnished Culture is looking to re-locate to its favourite city, haven of a few fleeing ex-premiers, Rome. T’is also the only way to put space between ourselves and that pontificating, sanctimonious dullard, Prime Minister Turnbull.[*Frederic Raphael, The Glittering Prizes] [UPDATE,18 March 2018: The Liberal Party has won the 24 seats needed to form a majority government. Labour has 18 seats, with 2 still up for grabs between the two majors, with possibly one dribbling to the Xenophon Cult (sorry, we mean ‘Party’.)]