Twit-mage

It can be perhaps be argued (she wrote in "fair and balanced" tone) that The Australian showed itself to be strangely credulous the other day when it took KRudd's frequent - and frequently banal - post(ur)ings on the Chirp about current holiday happiness as a sign of  increased relaxation with his fate, perhaps even of a new found indifference to political life. I may be wrong of course (and yes, I hear the chorus of "You don't says?!" greeting this admission), but I can't help thinking that the more a sacked politician ( and they don't come more sacked than the KRuddster) preens his @oneness (if I dare betray my own immersion in twitspeak and use this txt msge style shortening 4 1nc) with the Universe on Twitter the more said sacked politician may be inviting his many followers to (in the words of that great commentator on Australian manners and mores)  "Look at moi! Look at moi!" 'Tis not enough to be happy - one must be seen to be happy. I tweet therefore I am (yes, I know someone's already Descarted this one, yes I know this applies to me too, tweetermanque as I am). Nevertheless one is entitled to question whether this is really not just a case of: see how relaxed and comfortable I am (thanks @John) doing the shopping (and being crap at it - and being charmingly, self deprecatingly prepared to admit I'm crap at it).  Then again, who knows? Perhaps St Kev is undergoing a different kind of conversion and a segement as a price watch commentator awaits on his beloved Sunrise or, dare we say it, the lovesome Kerri-Ann? Perhaps even a soft shoe shuffle reprise from happier times (well for Kev if not La Kennel) for the twinkle toes twosome - this time on Dancing with the Stars? I await with breathless anticipation - and not a little programmatic specificity - a KRudd_tweet to this effect.