From the land of Oz, Tim Blair points to this excellent article:
As the voters proved, while [Gren Party Leader Brown] is a Nelson Mandela in the drawing rooms of Surrey Hills, he's a clown in the kitchen of a working family.
They know the smell of manure.....
My second proposal is to educate Greens voters that there's no such thing as a free macrobiotic lunch. So let the Greens voters feel the financial sting of their insane policies, which would have us scrap our coal-fired power generators, end whole industries, ruin our coastline with wind farms and bury employers in extra taxes.
Let every Greens-pleasing policy now be funded by taxes on these new designer Greens who sure could afford to pay a little extra for their fickle passions.
It's time to hit the Greens of Toorak, Malvern, Armadale, Hawthorn, South Yarra and St Kilda with a Greens tax that will send them a message without hurting poorer families.
It's time to hit them with a Greens tax on ash blonde hair dyes, personal trainers, four-wheel-drives, Pilates lessons, polished floorboards, golf club fees, snow chains, imported champagne, private en-tout-cas tennis courts, Melbourne Arts Festival tickets and subscriptions to The Age.
It's only fair, isn't it? And it may serve as a warning to the doctors' wives of what their flirtation with the Greens may well lead to -- a life back in the caves, with no central heating to help dry their nails and no Toorak tractor to pick up this month's lentils.