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It was all over in a flash of security badges
October 25, 2003
Richard Glover

It was like the visit of the boy in the bubble as the hermetically sealed President was whisked through Canberra ... No one's done a country quicker since the old days of the Women's Weekly Tour of Europe, in which, legend has it, they got Italy down to 3 hours, including lunch and a loo-stop. ...

Of course, the President did address Parliament ... warmly thanking us for being birthplace to the new Californian governor-elect ... In thanks, the whole Liberal Party broke out in a spontaneous display of alpine yodelling, while the Labor back bench made a human pyramid - neatly accommodating those who wished to crouch backwards, those who wished to bow, those who wished to scrape, and those who wished to stand to attention singing The Internationale ...

Yet, since no one got near the President, can we be sure he was even here? Saddam Hussein had body doubles, why not Bush? Why else did they keep everyone a few kilometres back? ...

Late in the day, on the way up the War Memorial steps, three Aussie bush flies made heroic attempts to make contact, but the President's security patrol took them out, using a combination of mace, ju-jitsu and grenades. At least they got closer than any of the Aussie journalists.

On a More Serious Note
How Margo Kingston saw it in 1998
Date: August 21 2003
An extract from Margo Kingston's 1999 book Off the Rails: The Pauline Hanson trip.
Chapter 18: We're all poor lean people and we're bangin' on your gate
DAYS 28, 29 AND 30

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