
Australia’s Minister for Women is getting sacked tonight.
Oh wait yes and Australia’s Prime Minister.
When a Prime Minister is knifed in the night – eaten by his own – there is a feeling in the air at Parliament House and it is called revenge.
It is deathly silent in the halls of the Prime Minister’s blue corridor but the walls are alive with political powered electricity.
Inside the Prime Minister’s fairly humble office he will sit at his large desk desperately trying to accumulate the numbers to save his job.
Only his most loyal and senior staff will be with him. Perhaps if he is lucky enough, a few MPs will be with him that are going to vote for him. The truth is though none of them be the real power brokers or the senior members of cabinet. They are all hanging with the other guy. His challenger.
He anxiously asks his loyal staff member whether he has gotten that “call back yet from Arthur?”
“No not yet PM,” they say… wincing because they know they will not be calling him that name for much longer.
Everyone in the ministerial corridors is bunkered down in full siege mentality.
Those that work for the PM know their jobs are gone. They start thinking about the next rent payment and who their first phone call will be to after the ballot to try and get a job. Some will start packing up their desks because they know it is over.