As a writer who was in a verbally abusive relationship for many years, the current political climate is rather familiar.
Funnily enough my main reaction to both is the same. It’s not being offended at being insulted. After the initial six weeks (in a relationship) or fifty years (in politics), I become bored…
- Bed wetter
- Social justice warrior
- Latte drinker, etc.
And much like being called a creep, bastard, wanker, an apostate (had to look that one up as I was not studying for the ministry), oversensitive, etc, I have the same sense.
That the standard of political sledging has slipped: to the same level experienced by those in abusive relationships!
Insults on repeat.
And similar to sport, my prescription is the same. We need to raise the standard see Australian Institute of Sledging?
For I do prefer, the insult that make me laugh. The one that makes me think.
Not the one that makes me nod off. Been there, Heard that.
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