Drip, drip, drip. The sound of dripping blood as our former Prime Minister slowly attempts to pull out the knife from his back.
Poor Kevin. I know the last thing he needs or wants is my sympathy but he’s getting it anyway.
I’m no political correspondent, but I’m guessing that on a scale of 1 to 10, what happened to Kevin Rudd these last twenty-four hours would rate a high 10 on the political betrayal odometer?
And betrayal is no fun.
Especially not for a man who’s worked his entire life towards being PM, and who was clearly the one who led his party to victory less than three years ago.
I didn’t catch Kevin’s entire farewell speech but according to the Herald Sun, “Kevin Rudd repeatedly breaks down during farewell speech.” Seriously people – is the man not allowed to show any emotion given that he’s just been booted out of his prime ministerial role without so much as a half-decent reason or warning?
Kudos to Kevin Rudd, I say, for his gracious speech.
Kudos to him for leading Labour to victory in 2007.
Kudos to him for remaining committed to his party and staying on.
Kudos to him for appearing in parliament for question time just hours after being ousted from the front bench.
Kudos to him for the dignity that he has displayed.
And kudos to him for being the 26th Prime Minister of Australia.
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