5 September 2012
Just because I opposed the sale of Cubby Station to the Chinese, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like Chinese people.
Just because I oppose foreign investment, it doesn’t mean that I am xenophobic.
Just because I oppose same-sex marriage, it doesn’t mean that I am homophobic.
Just because I am opposed to the Greens’ policies, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like environmentalists.
Just because I crossed the floor 19 times under the Howard Government, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like my Liberal counterparts.
Just because I have fiercely conservative views, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like people who disagree with me.
I know I have a prickly exterior and I admit to more than occasionally giving people the rough end of the pineapple. But on the inside, I’m as sweet as sweet.
Don’t you believe me?
Just ask my Chinese friend Duno Wong. He is homosexual. He is a member of the Liberal Party. He is an environmental campaigner. He doesn’t agree with all my views, but gets upset when people refer to me as ‘anti-China‘.
He runs the local Chinese restaurant. For some reason, some of my pineapple-growing-National Party-Barnaby Joyce-faithful friends won’t sell their pineapples to him.
I dare not scold them. I can’t afford to disappoint my supporters.