Quick Off The Mark

USING the left’s favourite umbrage marker and preferred way of ‘thinking’, the most homophobic comment yesterday about the Latham-Greenwich sodomy squabble might have been made by the New South Wales environment minister. Apparently squeamish lesbian Penny Sharpe said the One Nation MLC’s scatological but not imprecise return of serve to a fellow state parliamentarian – the homosexual Alex Greenwich – left her “physically sickened.” Was Sharpe also rendered nauseous by Greenwich’s malicious attack on Mark Latham as a “disgusting human being” and a “dangerous individual”? Or was it just the thought of gay ‘sex’ that made her ill? It’s an important distinction because the latter could be read as an intolerant judgement of an officially pride-worthy reality that dare not speak its name. Greenwich’s decision to take a chopstick to a baseball bat fight was made in the exuberant afterglow of publicity following a skirmish outside St Michael’s Catholic Church in Belfield, south-west Sydney, last week. Instigated by the ‘Rainbow Rights’ soft terror gang mobbing the elderly, interfering in democracy, attempting to prevent Latham from addressing parishioners and taunting non-white Catholics, the aggression that ensued was sold to the media as ‘another’ case of queer folk being victimised. Greenwich backed the Westboro apers whose most cherished hatred is the Christophobia showcased in Nashville on Monday.

The smirking Greenwich and Sharpe weren’t this delicate about gore and organs and body parts – the ones chopped, disembowelled and dismembered by baby killers – when they appeared together at a presser in August 2019 to celebrate the tabling of “architect” Greenwich’s bill to “reform” NSW abortion laws. Affirmed by the “entirely relaxed” then Premier, his successfully passed legislation – reckoned by some to be the most extreme in the democratic world – legalises the extermination of unborn children up until birth on sham pretexts and dragoons conscientiously objecting doctors to refer-on abortion shoppers to amenable quacks. “Since the abolition of capital punishment in New South Wales in 1955,” Archbishop Fisher observed, “this is the only deliberate killing ever legalised in our state.” Is Greenwich’s prince complex a fantasised inheritance from his pseudo-aristocratic Eurotrash forebears, the coping mechanism of an Old Grammarian mediocrity reduced to selling deathly nothingness to nihilists or the passive-aggressive vendetta of a barren dandy? Who knows? Who cares? What we can say for sure is that Mark Latham, for all his faults, came up in the world in rougher company but – to his credit – didn’t, for example, push for euthanasia in the middle of a pandemic that was terrifying the frail aged. If compelled to choose between a vulgarian dux and a birdbrained sociopath, I’ll forgive the former every day of the week.