WHAT will Andrew Wilkie do next? Listening to those who know better would be a good start, as both Craig Emerson and Bruce Wilson could have told him our PM doesn’t respect a fellow in the morning, not even if a $17,500 gift certificate for Paris Mode frocks is left on the dresser. All the Dill from Denison had to offer was his pronounced sense of self-importance and a yen for the spotlight. Now he is out in the cold and reduced to making pious pronouncements about his loss of faith in this government and why he can no longer support it, whatever that means.
Still, the prospect of resuming a rug salesman’s career cannot be palatable, so expect Wilkie’s talent for self-promotion to begin suggesting other options. The most obvious: run for the Senate.
Think about it. He whines and talks about “principle” for a few months, casts a few conspicuous votes against his former partner and does lots of what he does best, which is posture and play the main chance.
Then he declares for the Senate and, if Tasmanians prove amenable, scrapes home with just enough votes to dodge the carpet showroom for at least the next six years.
Just you watch and wait. See if that isn’t the way things work out.