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When it comes to political comment, Mike Carlton’s theistic thuggery shows all the finesse of a washed-up footballer. Why theistic? Because Carlton is a believer in one true God, and that is the Labor Party. Any other political belief is anathema to him. No matter the sins this economically inept organisation may have committed, no matter even the sins of the fathers of the current administration, like a Cyclops poked in the eye with a blunt stick, Carlton is myopically blind to any weakness in his chosen deity.

As a result, he has been remarkably quiet of late. Rudd’s emissions trading shambles and much vaunted mass apologies seem to have left Mike on the back foot as a commentator. However with the elevation of Tony Abbott to the captaincy of the Liberals, this one-eyed, wrong-footed, former football thug seems to have found his game.

And for once I agree with him. His target, the Liberals of course, and in particular Abbott’s pecular and worrying choice of ministers for his front bench. What was Abbott thinking, was a question you probably asked when he flaunted himself in Speedos on the front page of the newspapers. What is he thinking, is a question we all should ask.

He has resurrected a team that puts him very left of centre. Is there method to his madness? Carlton doesn’t think so. He is gleefully rubbing his hands in anticipation of the next blunder by the mad medieval monk.