Australia's prime minister took a private visit yesterday, but was not blocked in the streets, no one gave up his seat on the tram, and the guy who spoke to him on the tram didn't even take off his headphones. What about the journalists? Where's security? Passionate people?
Is that what it's like to be prime minister in Australia? Here's a first-person description of what it's like to be prime minister in Australia.
After all, I took the Melbourne tram to the radio station yesterday and no one paid attention to me at the bus stop in the center of the city. Not to mention my Australian prime minister, I was at least on the cover of the magazine, the second-largest asset in parliament, why did no one come to me to set up a close to it?
After getting on the train, the young man who was standing next to me and taking pictures with me didn't even take off his headphones. No one's giving up a seat, even though I'm already 62 this year. Well, who asked them to vote one vote at a time? Who am I to be prime minister? See the second half of the election, no one to choose me, as a prime minister ah. Bear with it, ha. PS, however, shows that I'm the most popular prime minister in recent years.
Tan Bao's experience is not a matter at all. When I was at the mall, I was scolded as a jerk (DICKHEAD), in front of my face. This is not a matter for the Prime Minister or not. It is at least a matter of respect. According to the hidden rules of Australian politics, if you want to fight for this kind of thing can only, can only smelly, the power does not see it. Adults do not take into account the passing of small people.
The most outrageous thing about me is, do you think it's a matter of eating onions? Northeast Chinese scallions dipping sauce is also a dish? I eat a green onion, and it's all over the world.
Most chilling of all, when I was forced to step down, someone actually hung a bag of onions at the door to celebrate. Do you know the feeling of renegade? There was no humanitarianism in my heart at the time when there was such cynicism in my heart. Because I'm the prime minister of Australia?
Am I miserable enough? My wrestling shoes are all over the world as a joke, you said if your old lady next door fell down, you can't put the photos on your circle of friends, right? Is there such a schadenfreude? Are you free to bully me because I am the prime minister?
And, you all say to protect the environment, I add a carbon tax, you call me a liar.
I am short, that is the real little man, who is not angry, is it because I am the prime minister, I was deprived of the right to get angry? Can we not mention anything else.
