Things are getting pretty dysfunctional in Canberra.
Our Clive, courtesy of the AFR
The attention's been focussed on Clive Palmer . . . but that's a problem for Tony Abbott.
It's becoming obvious that power no longer resides with the PM, an issue explored in this column for the Canberra Times . . .
CAN ABBOTT ESCAPE THE TRAP?
Do you really think the government was trying to double-cross Clive Palmer and allowing big business to keep the windfall gains from the abolition of the carbon tax? Hardly. No, the minute they found out about the problem Tony Abbott’s Senate team rushed too and fro bending over backwards to accommodate PUP’s changing demands. But it was all too late. The big man corralling his small group of Senators achieved the notoriety and power he desperately desires. It’s difficult to imagine how things could have worked out better for Palmer. Indeed, it’s almost as if he planned it this way; although that couldn’t be the case, could it? The legislation will be reintroduced again today, and in the meantime Tony Abbott’s had a long, slow weekend in which to mull over Palmer’s newly critical role in the civic life of this nation.
The problem for Abbott is that politics is a zero-sum game: if one side’s winning, someone else is loosing. As Prime Minister he has the advantage of incumbency. The PM gets to set the agenda and benefits from the trappings of office – but somehow Abbott appears completely unable to harness the benefits that should accrue from his position. It does almost seem as if someone needs to actually reside in the Lodge (which Abbott’s not – it’s being refurbished) in order to fully inherit the mantle of leadership. The problem is there haven’t been many victories for this government since it took office and this isn’t good at this point in its first term. It’s also definitely not positive for Abbott personally, because even his own side is beginning to wonder why things continue going so wrong.
Even something as unexceptionable as welcoming the PM of our second-biggest trading partner last week turned into a disaster. Salvaging defeat out of a simple photo opportunity takes some real talent; it’s not the sort of thing you can fluke. Yet the speech in which Abbott described war criminals as honourable (lumping all Japanese soldiers in together) is indicative of someone floating in a bubble, detached from both reality and the voters. That nobody close to him picked up such an obvious solecism before he blundered into uttering the gaffe suggests that the problem resides deeper. This was not an accident; a rare stumble on a well-trodden path. Abbott, aided and abetted by an utterly dysfunctional personal office, has wandered way off the beaten track. He’s now attempting to mark out his own trail forward, and he’s being encouraged in this mission by those around him – including, most notably, his strident chief-of-staff Peta Credlin, who won’t hear a defeatist word uttered in her presence. But there’s no sign of the promised land ahead and the leader is increasingly looking as if he’s wandering around in circles and loosing touch with the broader tribe; the people he’s meant to speak for and represent. This is, most emphatically, not a good look.
After six years of infighting and vindictiveness, Labor had set the leadership bar pretty low; nevertheless, it’s still a hurdle that Abbott doesn’t appear able to clear. In opposition he very successfully played sectional interests off against one another, but this is not a trick for government. The PM’s role is to unite the country; create a vision of the future and show how they’ll navigate us to this green and pleasant land. This isn’t happening and this is the root cause of the problem because, as Palmer demonstrated last week, there’s always someone else out there ready to upstage you.
Where to from here? Let us count the problems . . .
The budget’s a shambles for starters. This was the moment when things really began to fall apart and this was Joe Hockey’s fault. No one buys a second-hand car from a salesman who’s caught puffing a cigar who then self-indulgently complains about the photographer who reveals the private moment. The Treasurer’s just not up to his job. He needs to be shuffled along. It’s no accident that the government stops plunging in the polls the moment he leaves the country.
Then there’s the ongoing education disaster. Putting Christopher Pyne, the scallywag from central casting, into this critical role has been a blunder of massive proportions. Pyne found a bunger and, instead of carefully nurturing this critical sector, he’s rushing to light the fuse and blow things apart. But education affects everyone . . . and change creates losers. The Minister urgently needs to find a way to prevent the coming explosion leaving him badly singed.
Peter Dutton (Who?) hasn’t been heard of lately. Perhaps it’s a wise idea not to be identified with selling the new Medicare impost, but others in the government might properly wonder just where the Health Minister’s been. Obviously incapable of managing his portfolio, let alone selling change to the public, he’s wisely remained hidden. Unfortunately this is a critical portfolio. It can’t be left to someone not up to the job.
Kevin Andrews, on the other hand, is only too able to manage Social Security, but his problem is one of motive. With the demeanour of an undertaker he’s ushering in, as fast as he can, the values of the decade in which he was born. The trouble is the world has changed since the 1950’s and he can’t return us to the social world he so obviously yearns for.
Abbott needs to press the reset button and start again. He can’t do this with the Budget lying shattered around him and while relying on such an obviously dysfunctional team. This is his Houdini moment. Can Abbott, like the great illusionist and escape artist, slip off his chains and emerged unscathed? Perhaps he can. But, quite frankly, it’s difficult to see how.