Today's
The Australian is a paper that anyone with an interest in the diaries should read (bugger the
Herald, and to a lesser extent
The Age).
Out of the ring, but still punching
Mark Latham tells Paul Kelly and Michael Harvey of his joy at being a home dad and his relief at leaving behind the 'sick' political culture of the Labor Party
Well, as others (and Latham himself within the above piece, in part) have argued, it isn't as though much of what he is saying about the party itself is new as such, but it's a shame that the message wasn't exactly delivered in a somewhat constructive manner. However, that's to be expected given that diary entries are by their very nature personal and that he now feels the need to set down his own take on the events given what others have said (warranted or not). I'm also saddened by the fact that rather than taking something of use from the recent 'revelations', so many people appear to be thanking their lucky stars that Latham never became PM and that they avoided the possibility of their children being mauled in a taxi down near a Canberra nightclub after a raunchy buck's night. However, given the apparent obsession with personalities rather than policies (both within the ALP and society in general), that's also to be expected.
For what it's worth, my previous comments regarding Latham and Beazley still stand (for those who know of my thoughts as expressed within this forum, that is). I will add, though, that I'm not a party ideologue, and that even though I'm an actual outsider, I can more than understand the despair that Latham clearly feels whenever discussing the ALP. It is a sick institution that deserves the odd broadside, but we should remember that an attack on the current party is not an attack on what the ALP is meant to represent (something that nobody can articulate at the current time, it seems (positively, anyway)).
I could say much more, but I'm tired and my already poor english skills aren't exactly coming back up from that drain they went down an hour or two ago.