In a carpet warehouse, two customers enter and, almost immediately, one spots an expensive but attractive Persian carpet.
Dr. Bandt: Oh, my lord Lenin, that is the most beautiful carpet I have ever seen! I must have it—
Sen. Milne: Quiet, fool! No mills! They won’t give you a great deal if you look too eager. The marked price is $1,500; let’s try to get it down to $1,450 or so.
Dr. Bandt: Oh, but I want it, even if it might not immediately facilitate the
free development of the class struggle in the rural districts. I’ll pay anything to have it!
Mr. Wilkie: Heriz an easy sale, Julia. Qom, you take it: that boy looks as if he’s in love with that rug.
Ms Gillard: Ahar, sir, would you be interested in this lovely carpet? What’s our price? $1,500? I can do a bit better than that, I assure you.
Dr. Bandt: I’ll take it, though the workers can obtain real political education only in the course of a
sustained, consistent, all-out struggle of proletarian influences,
aspirations and trends against bourgeois influences, aspirations and
trends! Not even Trotsky will deny that this is a lovely rug.
Ms Gillard: How about I mark it down to, um, to … a thousand?
Dr. Bandt: Only two thousand dollars? I’ll take it!
Ms Gillard: No, one thousand—by which I mean, of course, $850, Kashan hand.
Sen. Milne: Hang on a tick, what else will you give us with this carpet? We shan’t pay any more than $1,450.
Dr. Bandt: I’ll take it!
Ms Gillard: Look, I can’t go below $750, but I can throw in a few committees—
Dr. Bandt: Yes, yes! I’ll take it! After all, the democratic system is a feature of bourgeois society—
Sen. Milne: No, this rug looks a little worn. Though there are rugs all over the room, I’m sure I can see some flaw. What else can you offer?
Ms Gillard: All right, $500, and automatic upgrades to first class on all travel within Australia and some overseas “fact-finding” excursions.
Sen. Milne: Come, you don’t represent the people of Australia as well as the Australian Greens do, with our consistent polling of well over ten per cent. We don’t like it all that much.
Dr. Bandt: I do, I do like it; I love it! Damn!
Sen. Milne: Quiet, you! No damns. Look, you can go a little lower, surely.
Ms Gillard: All right, I’ll give you ten bucks if you take it away, and I’ll throw in an inutile tax on a trace gas essential to life, predicated on a pseudo-scientific scam, and—
Sen. Milne: Only if you provide free delivery—
Ms Gillard: Done!
[After quickly completing some paperwork, Bandt and Milne exeunt, skipping.]
Mr. Wilkie: So, make a good sale? They seemed pretty pleased.
Ms Gillard: I’m a great negotiator.* Now, what can I give you, Andrew?
Mr. Wilkie: Well, Tony Abbott has already offered a thousand million dollars for this dingy, old rug-shop—
Ms Gillard: How about a quarter of that, but I’ll throw in a promise not to gamble, a promise to have a surplus, somehow, and I’ll break my promise not to tax carbon dioxide?
Mr. Wilkie: Done.
* The Prime Minister of Australia, Hon. Julia Gillard, is, according to her many sycophants and lackeys,
a wonderful negotiator. Following the last election, which resulted in
a hung parliament, Ms Gillard sought support from independent members
of the House of Representatives to form a minority government. Dr. Adam Bandt, the newly elected member for the seat of Melbourne, and sole member of the Australian Greens in the lower house, had already stated, on election night, that he would support only a Labor Gillard government and would never support any government led by the Opposition Leader, Hon. Tony Abbott; nonetheless, the PM entered into negotiations with the Australian Greens in order to enlist their support for her forming a government wherein, inter alia, she promised to introduce the “carbon” tax which she had earlier explicitly undertaken not to introduce.
Dr. Bandt: We call for an end to bourgeois, left-fascism and deviationism!
Sen. Rhiannon: Heh-heh heh! We need to expel from the party those members who reject the conditions and theses laid down by the central committee! Heh-heh! Talking of the all-powerful central committee, the leadership—
Dr. Bandt: I vote for Adam Bandt.
Sen. Siewert: I vote for Rachel Siewert.
Sen. Ludlam: I vote for Senator Ludlum.
Sen. Di Natale: I vote for me.
Sen. Waters: I vote for Senator Waters.
Sen. Hanson-Young: Ooh, I vote for me!
Sen. Wright: No, me!
Sen. Milne: I vote for Bob.
Sen. Brown: In that case, I have two votes and remain leader. Now, assuming that each of you will vote for yourself for deputy—
omnes: Yes, of course.
Sen. Brown: I vote for Senator Milne, who thus remains deputy leader. Right, on with business. We have the balance of power in the Senate whenever the Government and the Coalition are opposed. What shall we concentrate our efforts on accomplishing? What should we announce first?
Sen. Milne: No coal-fired power stations!
Sen. Siewert: Ban abattoirs!
Sen. Di Natale: Make the swinish multitude exercise more!
Sen. Wright: Tell people what is good for them! At the moment, the suburbs are full of ignorant racists who eat the wrong food, read the wrong newspapers, watch the wrong television shows—
Sen. Ludlam: Supporters of nuclear energy must be demonised! Defame sceptics—
Sen. Waters: Accuse anyone doubtful of global warming or against taxing the air we breathe of being ignorant, suburban trash in the pay of big oil—
Sen. Milne: We already do all that—
Dr. Bandt: Systematic and methodical agitation is necessary throughout the suburbs—
Sen. Rhiannon: Liver of blaspheming Jew! First, you loony Leninist, all the party’s publishing institutions must be subordinated to the party leadership—
Dr. Bandt: Look, you Stalinist hag, an entirely classless, stateless form of society—
Sen. Rhiannon: Fair is foul, and foul is fair! Heh-heh heh! We must arrange a boycott of all Jewish, I mean, Israeli businesses, and then we must regularly and methodically remove reformists and centrists—
Sen. Hanson-Young: Please don’t shout! It makes Teddy nervous.
Dr. Bandt: Look, I support Palestinians as much—
Sen. Rhiannon: The Jews are responsible—
Sen. Brown: Umm—
Sen. Rhiannon: You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! melting!
Sen. Brown: Someone, anyone, Sarah wet herself again; and judging from the smell, Senator Rhiannon needs her nappy changed.
Sen. Rhiannon: Ah, my pretties! Heh-heh heh!
Sen. Brown: Adam, please, their assistants know what to do; take them to their offices, quickly.
Sen. Hanson-Young: Is Saint Peter the tutelar saint of Cadiz?
Sen. Rhiannon: Ah, the devil is come among you, having great wrath. Heh-heh heh.
Dr. Bandt: Come on!