Peter Gleeson – Scooter to his mates – is the Courier-Mail’s pre-eminent right-wing nutbag columnist, the wannabe heir to Alan Jones and Piers Akerman.
Why a bloke from Grafton whose Mum is a dog trainer would want to support the rich and powerful in their exploitation of Australia’s resources, tax system and minimum wage employees is anyone’s guess, but one is that he is working on the theory that if you rub up against money for long enough then some of it will rub up against you.
I don’t agree with it myself. I reckon Scooter is a just a jellyfish who wobbles around his pay master Rupert Murdoch crossed with an anemone who clings to the evil old cuckold like glue and sucks up to him as hard as he can to keep his high paying job (well sort of anyway- we earn more writing stories on the beach and selling them to smart people for a lobster a month), because he has very little ability and knows that he is punching about 8 divisions above his weight.
Men who wear tight gold chains around their neck when they are not crime lords usually are just pretenders, and ones who wear silver ones because they can’t afford gold always are.
The first rule of journalism or any other form of writing is that you don’t rip off other people’s work, not without either permission or acknowledgement that it’s their not yours. In fact in the writing word it’s akin to high crime.
So I guess that makes Scooter a journalistic master criminal.
Good on you Scoot, you’ve bathed yourself in inglory.