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My children were taught it would be OK for them to have Liberals as friends — but never to trust them.

The shambles that is the Liberal Party today brings back memories of my children, in the late 1970s, with fingers blocking ears and eyes after being told the politician Malcolm Fraser was on TV. (Now that he has seen the light and spends most of his radio and TV time bollocking the Libs, they would be told it was OK to watch the statesman Malcolm Fraser.)

On reflection, nothing has happened to Liberal “philosophy” in the intervening years to change my attitude: Lib politicians are as dopey, vacuous, principle-less and directionless a mob as they ever were. And if they had any conscience at all they would still be apologising for the war crimes and human rights obscenities of the Howard years.

One good thing to come out of Australian politics in the past couple of months is that no longer do I have to fear the embarrassment for Australia of a Costello and Abbott (even worse, an Abbott and Costello) double act.

Let’s hope the remnant Turnbull supporters in the Senate resist the temptation to push through the wimpy Kevin Rudd’s pathetic “carbon pollution reduction scheme” bill, even worse now that it would be burdened by scores of gutless Lib amendments to appease those who don’t give a damn about humanity’s global vandalism.

Should I ever get my time over again, the kids would get the same advice — and this time it would apply to Labor pollies as well: can’t trust any of the mainstream bastards to do the right thing by our beleaguered planet.