Malignancy

My brother is ly ill with cancer.  Malcolm Turnbull is ly ill with politics. For these two human beings, this Christmas will be a critical time. For one, much loved and innocent, it could well be his last celebration of the birth of Christ. For the other, dismay, disappointment and public disdain should see him shuffled off the national stage.

My brother’s problems started with a lesion in his pancreas. Malcolm’s began with his ego.

The pancreatic tumour could have been excised, but it was not discovered before it had metastasised to his liver.

Malcolm’s fatal career infection spread just as fast, and was not detected early. It led to the false assumption, then conviction, that ruthless exercise of legal and commercial skills justified his ambition for national leadership.

For the oncologists, the challenge was to prevent the spread of the disease to the lymphatic system. For Malcolm Turnbull, the task was to remove a competent MP from a blue-ribbon Liberal seat, vault…