Wilkie Invokes The Wisdom Of Solomon

“Give Thy servant an understanding heart to judge Thy people and to know good and evil.”1 Kings 3:9

King Solomon was the son of King David. He is often known for his wisdom. This does not mean he was not mortal and also subject to mortal foibles. It seemed however he was able to find solace in his religious beliefs.

The one account that is attributed to Soloman was the judgement between two women.

(From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon)

In one account, known as the Judgment of Solomon, two women came before Solomon to resolve a quarrel about which was the true mother of a baby. One mother had her baby die in the night after rolling over it in her sleep and crushing it; each claims the surviving child as her own. When Solomon suggests dividing the living child in two with a sword, the true mother is revealed to him because she is willing to give up her child to the lying woman, as heartbreaking a decision as it is. Solomon then declares the woman who shows compassion to be the true mother, and gives the baby back to her.

 

It is now clear that Andrew Wilkie was in an inevitable position. On the one hand he was offered something that was beyond his imagining: One BILLION dollars By Tony Abbott. That is 1,000,000,000. That is a damn lot of zeros. On the other hand he was offered a fraction of that by Julia Gillard.

Andrew Wilkie took these offers and considered: Who is offering me a baby cut in two and who is saying let the other have the baby, as long as it remains alive.

Ironically the Sword of Damocles in all this for Tony Abbott was his excessively generous Paid Parental Leave. It still to this day hangs over his head by the barest of threads. And if he intends to lure the Independents to take the now vacant seat of Dionysius II of Syracuse to one of the others to taste the luxury of power, he can no longer hide the fact that the sword is unsupported and about to cleave his political head.

I’ve said it before Tony. You can not offer people all the gold they can eat and expect to get away with it.

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Brian :We don’t owe the Romans anything, mum.
MC: Ahw. That’s not entirely true, is it Brian?
Brian: What do you mean?
MC: Well. You know you were asking me about your, uh…
Brian: My nose?
MC: Yes. Well, there’s a reason it’s… like it is, Brian.
Brian: What is it?
MC: Well, I suppose I should have told you a long time ago, but… Well, Brian… your father isn’t Mr. Cohen.
Brian: I never thought he was…
MC: Now none of your cheek. He was a Roman, Brian. He was a centurion in the Roman army.
Brian: You mean… you were raped?
MC: Aw, at first, yes.
Brian: Who was he?
MC: Naughtius Maximus his name was. Mmm. Promised me the known world he did. I was to be taken to Rome, housed by the forum. Slaves, asses milk, as much gold as I could eat. Then he, having his way with me, and VOOM. Like a rat out of an aqueduct.

Brian: The bastard.
MC: Yeah. So next time you go on about the bloody romans, don’t forget you’re one of them.
Brian [In a fit of rage as he goes up to his room.] : I’m not a roman, mum, and I never will be. I’m a kike, a yid, a heebie, a hook-nose, I’m kosher, mum. I’m a red sea pedestrian, and proud of it.

(From http://corky.net/scripts/life_brian.html)

A. Ghebranious (with a lot of help of better men before me)    2010