Steve Price and Andrew Bolt were very generous in having me as a guest on their show
Thanks Steve and Andrew and your team for the kind invitation to chat on 2GB last night.
I want now to say a few words about myself to my readers because this blog is a bit like one's clothes, one's grooming, one's way of speaking and other things you "say" about yourself. Having a blog is like sticking your hand out to shake to say "gGday, I'd like to get to know you and tell you a bit about me".
One of the things I have learnt about myself lately is that I am so far off the scale in having an abject and complete lack of respect for positional-authority that I am really unemployable; and wholly unreliable in a position where I'd be expected to do something because another bloke said to do it.
I respect the law completely - I also respect the fact that it's ours, we made it, we can change it together. We made laws because we want to discourage blokes knocking stuff of and thumping each other. That sounds sensible to me. And I respect the fact that if a bloke pays me to do something I better bloody do it. But no bloke could ever pay me to laugh at his jokes.
If I was still in the army or the rozzers I'd know that respect and complete obedience was part of taking the Queen's shilling. No dramas. I always toed the line there and would again if I chose to be in one of those jobs.
But by the time in my life I got the job on the radio, I'd had so many pretty big jobs, met so many small and big men in various walks of life that I could no longer just respect a person because of what was on their business card.
I'll try to be as general as I can here and not cause anyone distress by personalising anything. I worked for many bosses in the radio game. I met in that media caper some of the smallest-thing-syndrome men I've have ever known. Please don't think I'm being comparative with myself here, I'm not, I am as flawed, incomplete and contradiction ridden as any post-JC human.
But the landscape of media executives is a very insecure, eg0-driven and hyper-competitive sort of a battleground. There are just so many little-thingo men in management positions who see the influence of Alan Jones, Ray Hadley, Neil Mitchell, Derryn Hinch and think "I'm their boss, I am actually calling the shots here." The sort of crap that gets talked at dinner parties in fashionable suburbs in Sydney and Melbourne turns my stomach.
I love Sydney. I love its institutions, the Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, Fort Denison, the heads, Bondi Beach - even my memories of Brighton Baths.
For me, radio 2UE was one of those institutions too. I truly, deeply loved that thing, 2UE. Nan didn't have a television and I'd often stay with Nan on Sunday nights and one of her great loves was Roger Bush on 2GB. If I was crook or on holidays mum would fire up the brand new stereogram with Lawsie or more often Bob Rogers first thing in the morning a she did the chores. I can still hear the hoover in the background with "And away we go with another Bob Rogers show".
When Apollo 13 got into strife and none of us knew if those 3 blokes would come home safely to their families or not I remember mum crying in front of the stereogram while we all waited holding our breath to hear it, live - on 2UE.
I feel that 2UE in particular and 2GB are a part of the infrastructure, the civic institutions of Sydney and in the internet and syndicated world increasingly a part of Australia.
So when I knew in my heart that Bob Kernohan was talking the truth about the crimes that another person had committed and the fact that it had been covered up it was just natural and reflexive for me to make sure he got to have his say on 2UE. That's the duty of the radio station as I saw it.
One of those little-thing-complex fellas then weighed in and knew better than Bob and me and told me what to do. I'm glad it happened, that is that I ended up leaving. Truly, I am now glad. I couldn't work for people like that, I couldn't subjugate my own sense of what's right and what is true. I'd be a fraud. I am a better person for being away from it. I've seen what staying there does to people.
So I am me. I have responsibility for what I say. I hope I never, ever say anything untrue or unfair that damages someone else's reputation and I promise you that I will always do my absolute best to hold myself to that.
I have no corporate interests to promote, no influence to peddle to any government of any political hue in respect of prospective legislation controlling "the media". I'm not after advertising contracts or sponsorship. I'm not applying for a job, I know my family and I will always be OK financially because something will happen. It always does. But I have concerns right now about things that are monumentally more important than money.
I want my children to be proud of me for what I've done and when they're old enough I hope that they'd have the wisdom to understand and forgive my flaws. I love them, I love my country and I want for their future in Australia to be as wonderful as has my own past here.
That's why I hold a special contempt in the whole of my being for Miss Gillard, the lying, thieving, conniving, home-wrecking common offender.
I hope that she's arrested, put through the Watch-House book, photographed, finger-printed, charged in the watch-house or put in the van and taken to a Magistrates' Court to be charged, bailed with conditions, committed for trial, given the opportunity to provide an account for herself and upon the return of a jury with its verdict I hope a judge not appointed by her sentences her to a punishment that reflects the disgust the community is entitled to feel for her offences and their cover-up. Her course of conduct, if it continues to be rewarded, is changing our country's character.
Sister Francis always told us in 2nd class at Saint Joseph's Rockdale that one shouldn't hate anyone. But I do hate, very, very deeply, all of the things that Miss Gillard's career and the means by which she manoeuvred herself into that position stand for. I hate it.
That's why I spoke the way I did with Steve and Andrew. In my opinions about Miss Gillard I feel no personal compunction mediated by defamation laws. If I was Steve Price on that show last night I'd have been very careful about giving me free rein too.
I know the story of The AWU Scandal as well as a human can "know" anything. We are all diminished by what happened. People's character is not displayed by clothes or hair style. It's what you do that counts. And what the criminals in The AWU Scandal did has no place in determining who leads and represents Australia to the world.