Sarcs, thank you for coming off the back bench and throwing such a robust curve ball at just the right time
Obviously the issue must have been hatched in Fort Fumbles basement. The Beaker, although a fairly political animal in his own right, is too busy counting coins and too stupid to 'badger a witness'. But, the Iron Ring, well that is a much different story. You are dealing with individuals more confident in their abilities than the Night Stalker or the Unabomber! Seasoned experts who have spent decades honing their skills in malfeasance, bullying and intimidation. Yes decades of experience obsfucating, stonewalling and deceiving. Yes these 'fallen angels' are used to being untouchable, coated in multi layers of Teflon, as slippery as a schoolgirl at band camp. Why are the Senators or any member of the IOS any challenge to them, I hear them ask? Who do these pesky Senators and dibber dobbing IOS think they are, I hear them ask? What Senator and IOS informant actually thinks he can out win, out last and out play us Regulatory survivors, I hear them ask?
One might hypothesise that those guilty of contempt jurisdiction must be crazy, smoking herbal medicine, maybe senile, perhaps even have a hint of testosterone left in their crinkly old beanbags? But no, nothing so simple. They operate with impunity, they know they cannot be brought to account as accountability isn't in their framework. They are comfortable within their own skins, confident that the decades of experience in metering out payback and engaging in sociopathic actions, for which successive governments have approved, sanctioned and encouraged by their inaction.
Then again, is this Custers last stand? Are Fort Fumble meeting the IOS head on at Little Bighorn - "Hurrah boys, we've got them! We'll finish them up and then go home".....hoping to finally destroy the perceived to be under prepared IOS enemy?
Who knows. After all it is just a game. A very serious game, but just a game. Forget the football, forget the tennis, and forget late night SBS world movies. It's time to crank up the home brew kit, import a ship load of popcorn, phone the Gobbledock, Stoke the Styx Riverboats engines and settle in for reportedly one heck of a finale!
Toot toot of the houseboat, crack crack of a bottle top, pop pop of the popcorn.....