The next Mike Pezzullo will be harder to remove from Canberra

If there’s one thing that’s all the time been clear about Mike Pezzullo, it’s that he’s a person of many convictions however little or no braveness. He has spent the previous few a long time swanning about Canberra as a cross between Malcolm Tucker, Frank Grimes and a police canine — an operator and enforcer who has managed to form the defining insurance policies of successive governments just by being current and protracted. He’s the inevitable results of a long time of hands-off politicking, left to thrive like black mould.

Pezzullo is the proper personification of the overweening loserdom of up to date Australian politics, the place the unchecked and the unremarkable stroll the barren wastes of the physique politic like mighty Uruk-hai. Here’s a man who managed to carve himself out a big and lethal fiefdom with little greater than WhatsApp and wankery, and little to no public pushback or scrutiny from a press he swiftly moved to punish and a system uncertain what to do with a person as ill-tempered as he’s zealous and unelected. 

Regardless of being described as an “empire-building Canberra mandarin with a Manichean view of the world”, Pezzullo has repeatedly proven he’s little greater than a jumped-up powerbroker, allowed to assist chart successive prime ministers by the paramilitarisation of our borders and our parahumane refugee insurance policies. Malcolm Turnbull and the likes let Pezzullo, simply one other dagger in Canberra’s coterie of cutthroats, persuade them to do what their remaining morsels of conscience wouldn’t, and as such outsourced the darkish reasoning inside their unsteady and illogical policymaking.