Self-important bubble and Treasurer, Wayne Swan, has been the subject of much discussion in recent days over his bold declaration that he was “Born To Run”; I’ve got another song that fits Swan aptly, and it’s a beauty.
There’s something noxious about a political midget’s self-proclamations of grandeur; in Swan’s case, the delusions of adequacy and of electability in his own right — forgetting the cloak of political partisanship and its “rising boats” effect where quislings like Swan are concerned — sit alongside his malignant proletarian proclamations of working class immortality as downright offensive.
His effective declaration that the working class anthem Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen all but applies to him personally is ridiculous, and underscores Swan’s crusade against the class of Australians whose aim in life is simply to make better of themselves, and of their families (and, indeed, even their country) than the generation that preceded them.
And this applies to a mighty class of Australians, ranging from the billionaires Swan so proudly and noisily detests and seeks to extort tax dollars from, all the way to the humble mum-and-dad shopkeepers who work 100 hours per week to try to get ahead, pay down the mortgage, put their kids through decent schools, and enjoy a comfortable life.
It’s not necessary to dwell long on Swan; we can treat his fatuous utterances with the contempt they deserve; but seeing he has apparently strayed into the fold of being a music critic, I have a song for him.
It, too, is the product of a working class background, emanating from the hard and gritty back streets of Glasgow.
It, too, screams of inadequacy and resentment, as does our erstwhile Treasurer.
And just like that self-important little man’s choice of personal theme song, this, too, fits Swan like a glove — indeed, it’s far more a reflection of the way he carries on than anything Bruce Springsteen ever produced.
You can view a clip for, and listen to, that song here.