|Not My Fault|
Rumors have hit the trashy commercial TV news that Cheryl
(that's-a-terrible-thing-to-say-to-me) Kernot was doing the 'wild thing' with
Gareth (I'm-going-to-head-the-UN) Evans, and that this was a key factor in her
defection to the ALP in 1997.
It hurts to have to defend Cheryl, but this is sticking the knife it too
far! Crass commercialism hurts people and Gareth (like Richo) is entitled to
do whatever it takes to woo people away from 'the dark side' of extremist
socialism to the enlightened side of socialist moderation. I mean really, is it
anyone's business but Cheryl's and Gareth's? Well normally not, but lets
think this through.
This would have been around the time that Gareth was seeing his dream of UN
leadership collapse. His plans to set up a Stalinist-style left-wing world
government under the aegis of the United Nations were collapsing, and he
just wanted to take his $AU4.3M in tax-payer's superannuation and get out.
Perhaps Cheryl offered to be his 'comfort woman' during the collapse of his
un-imperial empire? Or perhaps it was actually the supreme sacrifice of a true
believer, and he had a few too many schooners to accomplish the task? Maybe
that's why he got arrested for driving drunk in Melbourne? More bizarre
conspiracies have been suggested on this site.
It also would explain the black condom that Cheryl has admitted receiving
shortly after her defection, and her lack of popularity within the ALP. Cheryl,
Cheryl, sleeping your way to the top is not making yourself a good role model for
women wanting 'equality in the
workplace', and sleeping with someone else's husband doesn't say much for
female solidarity. I guess after sleeping with her ex-student, she wanted to
experience the full gamit of power-plays in relationships.
Of course Gareth (shorry-mista-offisher-shir) Evans is remaining as tight
lipped as a Woomera detainee protester about this one (which makes it hard kiss
and tell). And Cheryl (it-never-happened) Kernot may no longer be a politician, but
after a decade of being one, maybe the habit of telling half-truths is a little
hard to break.
If Cheryl had been more honest and called the book 'Doing it to Myself Again',
then the whole rumor could be dismissed as a media beat-off, but that might
stretch the French
envelope of good taste, or at least the site-editor's tolerance. Let's stop there.