Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Don't'ja hate it when you think of a great comment for a blog post, but the post is almost a month old, so you look like a real knob if you put a comment up? Well, I hate it, anyway.
We all remember the Jeeves moment:

[The coalition] accused Kevin Rudd of employing a butler to shine his shoes and lay out his clothes when he is on the road.

But Mr Rudd’s office decried the “cheap political attack”, insisting the staffer was an executive assistant whose primary job was to manage paperwork and schedules.

Victorian Liberal senator Michael Ronaldson demanded of Special Minister of State John Faulkner: “How many working families have a butler?”

To which blogger and GrodsThinker Field Marshal Editor rightly replied:

The man is the Prime fucking Minister of the fucking country for fuck’s sake! If the head of this country’s government didn’t have staff to assist with work and home matters I’d be worried. If Kevin Rudd (or John Howard before him, for that matter) had time to do mail merges in the office or wash dishes at home I’d accuse him of not doing his job properly. Why must we smear as out of touch any person who is not a member of these mythical “working families”, doing it tough and battling to buy groceries?

Tonight as I was swimming, I spontaneously realised that if Rudd didn't have an assistant, we'd be hearing Brendoc's rendition of the Cate Blanchett test:

If Mr. Rudd has time to wash the dishes and walk the dog every night, then he should have time to tell pensioners, when he's forcing them to live on a pittance, why he's refusing to cut the petrol tax.

We know it's true. It's just a darn shame we can't check out the alternate universe where this happened.

UPDATE 6/08/08: From Captain "Hedgehog" Tobias, I've discovered a newspaper that is more right wing then the Herald Sun. I was shocked too.