Not true, Ross. The new free trade agreement with China seems, according to reports, to be a very good deal for Australia...and credit must go to Abbott and Andrew Robb for that. And the poem is pretty mild compared to the views expressed in the Los Angeles Times (
http://www.latimes.com/world/asia/la-fg ... story.html)
Besides, I don't vote for "personalities" or "politicians"...I'm interested in policies.
Anyway, just to even things up, if you have a look at
viewtopic.php?f=6&t=6305&p=55946&hilit=shorten#p55946 you'll find a little piece of mine from just two weeks ago on this site which has a go at both Shorten and Abbott for the way they're going about things. And here's one I wrote back when Kevin and Julia were tearing into each other.
Julia and Kevin
Now with Kevin and our Julia it’s all gone quite peculiar,
for they’ve battled through some twists and turns in life.
When it comes to all that fighting, it might almost be inviting
to think of them as much like man and wife.
For their nervous number-crunching and their frantic counter-punching
might be likened to a fierce domestic brawl.
But they’re both so darn demanding there can be just one left standing,
with the other taking quite a nasty fall.
When dear Julia skewered Kevin it was Labor Party heaven
for a moment…but it didn’t last too long.
Yes, that instant of elation that unfurled across our nation
quickly vanished when it all went very wrong.
While Ms Gillard shook and wobbled she was very neatly hobbled
by a rampant Kevin flying overseas,
and exploiting media deadlines by commanding all the headlines,
with our PM just left swinging in the breeze.
The resulting conversation is of Kev’s rejuvenation,
and the thought that one day he’ll reclaim the crown.
While Ms Gillard talks of taxes Kevin’s out there buying axes,
for he’d love to cut that scheming redhead down.
He’ll defend his days of glory and tell his side of the story
on a program like the famous Q & A.
He will smile so very sweetly, stick the knife in very neatly,
with the PM hardly knowing what to say.
There’s only one way this is going, but we’ve got no way of knowing
just how long this tale will take to run its course,
or how many will be shattered, bemused, and bruised and battered
by the cataclysmic ultimate divorce.
Meanwhile we watch on in wonder as our hopes are ripped asunder
by the egos that are battling for the throne,
for we see that, very sadly, it will turn out very badly,
and the chances for our future might have flown.