IT MUST have been exhausting, these past years, for poor Jon Faine, who this morning on ABC radio heaved a weary sigh and cut off a discussion that was veering into the validity of climate science. Poor lamb found the topic oh-so boring, he told John Roskam as some airhead woman chirped background interruptions about conservatives “ignoring evidence” and not caring about her children. She was still reading from last week’s script, from before the Senate approved the tax imposed by the government Julia Gillard does not lead and PM Brown went all huggy with Mother Milne and Adam Runt.
But not Faine. His catastropharian advocacy, the unctuous reverence for grant-snafflers and propagandists, the hanging judge adjudications at all those stage-managed “debates” he directed – no need for any more of that. Now he can wish away the entire subject, banish it with an oh-so-bored wave and take his ease.
Enjoy, Jon, for there will be another luvvie crusade along shortly, another set of talking points to be memorised, more loaded questions to be put. Sure, history will not be kind, but in the meantime the pay is good and prominence flatters the ego. There is no rest for the sneery.
