CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | Contact
In case you haven’t been reading the newspapers, The Prime Minister thinks he is better than us.
This is surprising, given his background.
Anthony Albanese was born in inner-Sydney to an Italian national father and an Irish-Australian mother, who raised him as a single parent on disability payments in a public housing flat. His Catholicism and beautiful pre-puberty singing voice allowed him to attend St Mary’s Cathedral College on a full scholarship. He then studied economics at the University of Sydney, like every other politician except for the ones who studied law. As a student, he joined the Labor Party and later volunteered as a party official, working closely with the World War 2 hero and golden glove boxer Tommy Uren, who was prominent in NSW Labor politics at the time.
But despite this humble upbringing, Albanese is now a disgracefully detached elite.
And he thinks he’s better than us.
First it was his decadent decision to have not one but TWO marriages. Talk about entitlement. Only a privileged political elite would think that he deserved another chance at finding love after his first marriage ended.
This was followed closely by his decision to buy a house that costs twice as much as the average house in his home city. What kind of money are these world leaders making where they can afford to own a house two hours away from the CBD with four bedrooms? It would be depressing if it wasn’t hilarious.
Many will argue that Albanese and his new wife have worked as top-level diplomats and public servants their entire lives, and have no financial dependents, and actually need to retire in a house that is big enough to be surveilled by the Australian Federal Police. But that doesn’t change the fact that Australians don’t get to live in a house as nice as he does. Talk about tone deaf.
All of this would have been hidden from the public, if not for the tireless work from the brave journalists and Nine Newspapers and NewsCorp, who have diligently reported on every single thing that is now different in his life compared to when he was a povo wog kid in the housos.
It’s for this reason, Albanese must pull back from the life he has come to know.
In an attempt to salvage his reputation as an everyman, Albanese has left Jodie, sold his beach house and the Marrickville pad, and is now living in a single bed flat about the Huntsbury Hotel in Petersham. He spends his days drinking longnecks of Toohey Old and listening to AM radio alone. He smokes grey-market cigarettes from the Asian tobacconist on Canterbury Road. Occasionally, he’ll go downstairs to play pool with the locals, but he avoids getting caught in a shout.
This is the only standard of living the Australian media will accept for a product of public housing.
