I guess he has to wash all those raw onions down with something…. right?
A man walks into a bar….
No, it’s not the beginning of a joke, it’s the beginning of Prime Minister Tony Abbott’s Saturday night. A night, which has divided the country. Not since Kevin Rudd’s strip club jaunt has the nation been so divided over the late-night actions of a Prime Minister.
When video of Tony Abbott skolling a beer was released online (by none other than the Australian Women’s Weekly), the nation stopped to watch. Should we be angry or delighted? Outraged or proud? Pleased that he’s moved on from the shandies of the last election or bemoaning the culture of binge drinking in Australia?
Sure it was only a schooner (only Hawkie can quite manage the yard glass), but that one drink made us emotional as a country.
And today, we are all drunk texting each other one or more of the following things:
WHAT A COUNTRY. Our Prime Minister is at the pub, most likely partaking in some parmigiana policy, when approached by random strangers to celebrate their glorious sporting victory… by necking a frothie. AND HE BLOODY DOES.
STRAYAAAAAA! You don’t see Kim Jong Un getting down to his local for a bit of beer pong. Barack Obama isn’t necking beers while wearing a cowboy hat when he visits a pub in Austin, Texas. Angela Merkel, the most powerful person in Germany doesn’t even get boozy for Octoberfest.
Tony, this is probably the best thing you’ve ever achieved as Prime Minister.
DISGUSTING. This man is supposed to be the leader of our country. Here he is, at 57 years of age, acting like an idiotic teenager.
As Prime Minister, he has publicly condemned the culture of binge drinking. His country is crippled under the costs of alcohol related illness and abuse. He should have had the decency to decline politely and not pander to the peer pressure of a cheering crowd of yobbos.
3. Secret kind-of-pride
It’s not like he was doing anything illegal… And he necked it in 6 and a half seconds. Not bad, Tones.