The PM’s nationalist fetish – setting up Team Australia, proposed invasions, denouncing Scottish independence – is no different from his hang-ups about sex, in that its genesis is a drastic oversupply of testosterone: winking at Jon Faine while talking to an elderly phone sex worker, proclaiming colleague Fiona Scott’s ‘sex appeal’, talking about his daughters’ virginities or his discomfiture around gay people or even just getting around in his banana hammock. And a Catholic monarchist – how does that even work?
