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Mr Rudd goes to New York « Previous | |Next »
August 20, 2007

So a squeaky, clean Kevin Rudd hangs out in Scores, a "gentlemen's strip club" in Manhattan New York, gets drunk and can't remember what happened. Rudd, who was a guest of Col Allan the New York Post editor and was accompanied by Labor backbencher Warren Snowdon, was on a taxpayer-funded trip to the UN.

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Bill Leak

The commentary in the mainstream media says that such stories humanise Rudd's nerdy, cyborg image. He's not just a talking head with a halo. He's human, all too human apparently.

Rudd's carefully constructed media image is that of a cautious, temperate, happily married family man. Presumably, one who suffers from hangovers when he momentarily loses control over things. The mask slips and we discover a good Christian family man hanging out in bar where women take their clothes off, and men pay big time to watch. It's called leisure for the likes of Col Allan.

The story surfaced in News Corporation’s Sunday tabloids written by Glenn Milne with lots of gossip about Rudd had been asked to leave the strip club after touching up the dancers.

| Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at 08:40 AM | | Comments (3)
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Why is Kevin Rudd, the ALP Opposition leader, hanging around with a notorious Murdoch hatchet man like Col Allan? The guy has a record of long lunches, plying prominent politicians with grog, and hanging out in seedy strip joints where women "dance naked for money."

Rudd would be much better off listening to Howling Wolf and looking after his soul, than trying to grovel to Murdoch in this way---bum-sniffing.

So he rings his wife Therese afterwards, she forgives him and he promises to reform and swear off the demon drink.

Pam,
Rudd mabye the "Capt. Perfect" of Australian politics but he has also conceded that he has hung out with Col Allan in New York at least three other times.

Wil the Murdoch tabloids run the headline 'Allan corrupts Rudd'

Gary,
Satan works in mysterious ways.

 
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