Dutton’s budget reply wasn’t so much a speech as a hostage situation – the Australian public, bound and blinking, forced to endure a charisma vacuum in a suit. He speaks like a man who’s just been defrosted, lips moving independently of thought, peddling ideas that feel outsourced from a mid-tier think tank run by sentient fax machines.
Dutton’s budget reply wasn’t so much a speech as a hostage situation – the Australian public, bound and blinking, forced to endure a charisma vacuum in a suit. He speaks like a man who’s just been defrosted, lips moving independently of thought, peddling ideas that feel outsourced from a mid-tier think tank run by sentient fax machines.
There’s no real conviction, just a vague whiff of authoritarian cosplay and fossil-fuelled nostalgia. His “strength” is belligerence, his “vision” a murky stew of donor appeasement and geopolitical fan fiction. He doesn’t connect, he condescends. Not feared, not liked—just there, like a migraine in human form.
I dearly hope that you are right, and that Australia rejects this sallow spectre of leadership, shuffling toward a podium to say absolutely nothing with great intensity.
Dutton’s budget reply wasn’t so much a speech as a hostage situation – the Australian public, bound and blinking, forced to endure a charisma vacuum in a suit. He speaks like a man who’s just been defrosted, lips moving independently of thought, peddling ideas that feel outsourced from a mid-tier think tank run by sentient fax machines.
There’s no real conviction, just a vague whiff of authoritarian cosplay and fossil-fuelled nostalgia. His “strength” is belligerence, his “vision” a murky stew of donor appeasement and geopolitical fan fiction. He doesn’t connect, he condescends. Not feared, not liked—just there, like a migraine in human form.
I dearly hope that you are right, and that Australia rejects this sallow spectre of leadership, shuffling toward a podium to say absolutely nothing with great intensity.