Lock up your babies, it’s election season
Now the rugby’s over we’re straight into the far less entertaining election season in which not a hand will not be shaken nor a baby left un-kissed.
Every election is the same. This time at least it’s a mercifully short, four- week popularity contest, but it’s still the same advance auction of stolen goods in which class and race hatreds are polished, bigotries burnished, statistics tortured, economics ignored, and taxpayers and producers taken for granted.
The hand kissing and baby shaking started with a rush over the weekend.
But also, there was this: