If Kevin Rudd were a TV image, he’d be the ‘Milky Bar Kid’, handing out Milky Bars to all those he can reach. While he is throwing Milky Bars out to the populace, some will benefit, and others will inordinately miss out. The indigenous didn’t actually get any Milky Bars, but they certainly got a ‘sorry’ for all the cream they hadn’t been poured over the last two hundred years. ‘Sorry’ makes up for a lot of spilt milk.
Women who leave a well-paid job to ‘have one for Mum, one for Dad, and one for the country’, also won’t be invited into Mr Rudd’s Chocolate Factory. After all, they obviously have enough of the ‘milk of human kindness’ to take off from work voluntarily in the first place.
In some postcodes, the Milky Bar Kid has dispensed with distributing confectionery, and is instead delivering plasma-screen TVs direct. Apparently it saves on the ordering and delivery time for all concerned.
However, the Milky Bar Kid could be caught short on cream, and only deliver froth. Skimming profits from the Dark Side, who previously held reign in the land of Oz, could leave a very sour taste indeed.
I love how you likened Rudd to the Milky Bar Kid it suits him to a tee….