Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Clutching embarrassment from the jaws of sympathy
Posted by Living with Matilda at 7:33 PM
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It read like a fairy tale reunion of father and long lost son…..

Commonwealth Health Minister, Tony Abbott recently thought he had rediscovered his son, given up for adoption some 27 years ago. He had remained friends with his ex-partner since, but neither had attempted to track down the son, until now.

Abbott reportedly held his son, Daniel O'Connor, as a baby for a just few minutes when first born, only then to hand him over as both he and his partner - both young - considered themselves incapable at that time of bringing up a child.

For extra romance, it transpired that his long lost 'son' was actually working in the very same building; as a sound recordist in Parliament House, employed by the ABC.

All seemed like it was heading towards a happy ending until a man contacted the mother, Kathy Donnelly, declaring that it was he who was the father of Daniel O'Connor. Paternity tests were taken and Tony Abbott was left "shocked and numb" on discovering the news that he was not, in the end, Daniel's father.

What a sad story…….

But it is typical of a politician to milk as much mileage out of a story of their own personal misfortune. It was also typical of a politician to then cock it up.

Here is Tony Abbott being interview on ABC radio this morning:


LOUISE YAXLEY: What was that inkling that you got?

TONY ABBOTT: Oh, I believe that Kathy had been contacted by someone who said that he thought he might be the one.

LOUISE YAXLEY: Do you know why she didn't warn you either 27 years ago or now, that this possibility was there?

TONY ABBOTT: I think it just never occurred to her that it could ever have been anyone's child but mine. We were very good friends back then. We've been good friends ever since and I expect that we'll continue to be good friends.



WHAT???

"Never occurred to her"? Was the sex with the real father really such an unremarkable event that she couldn't even remember? How can it not occur to her? Was she drunk?

This is really clutching embarrassment from the jaws of sympathy!
Posted by Living with Matilda at 7:33 PM






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