Yesterday we saw Fairfax journalist Matthew Benns speculate wildly about what may have been the cause of Kevin Rudd’s mid-air brainsnap earlier in the year. Today the Herald Sun‘s Sally Morrell pings everyone who has speculated about what may have been behind his tantrum, but in the same column does some wild speculation herself.
The world can be divided into those who can give a waiter a serve — even make them cry — and those who make their complaint politely.
The former are the “do-you-know-who-I-am” sort that kiss up and kick down. And, sadly, it appears Mr Rudd is one of them.
“It appears” that Mr Rudd is this kind of man? Sounds fairly speculative to me. And what’s with the “kiss up” thing?
There’s no way he’d talk like that to President Barack Obama or Prime Minister Gordon Brown. Would the Queen get a serve if Buckingham Palace served up a roast?
Of course not.
Is that simply the most ridiculous hypothetical example ever used in an opinion column to argue a speculative point?
Sally Morrell’s article aims to hit back at those making “excuses” for Rudd’s poor behaviour — and it was poor behaviour — but in doing so she falls back on the same sort of speculation used by those who are making those “excuses”.
UPDATE: Jeremy points out in comments a Herald Sun associate editor getting a bit cranky with the lowly “disengaged, overworked staff” at a bookshop who tried to charge him 10 cents for a plastic bag.
“Would you like a plastic bag?” I was asked, in the disapproving tones I’ve learned to accept from sales staff of a certain age and taste for studs.
Why Borders should be so down on a little plastic bag is a mystery, actually, given its business is selling stuff made of murdered trees and plasticised oil.
But, ever placid, I sweetly replied, yes, please – I would indeed like to carry those books in a bag rather than cart them into the cinema in my arms. Not that I said that last bit, of course.
And then I was told Borders now charged 10 cents for each bag.
I pointed out that the bag should be given for free as a service to customers kind enough to buy armfuls of the shop’s wares.
But the sales assistant informed me in tones sanctimonious that this 10 cents was for “the environment” – going to Coastcare, a green group I’d never heard of.
As I told her, to the increasing mortification of my 14-year-old son, if I wanted to donate to Coastcare I’d do it myself, and I do not need or want Borders to bully me into it.
As I huffed off with books unbagged, I heard her protest to a colleague that I was wrong to object because the bag levy really was for “the environment”.
Doesn’t that sales assistant know who he is? I bet he wouldn’t speak like that if he was buying books from Gandhi, Bob Dylan or the Pope.