Heavy Kevvie, too smart to be Prime Minister?

So it finally happened. Yesterday Kevin Rudd was elected leader of the Federal Parliamentary Labor Party, replacing likeable no-hoper and long serving fat bastard Kim Beazley. On what can only be described as an absolute cunt of a day for the big man, he not only lost the top job in the ALP but moments later found out his younger brother David had died. Poor bastard probably got a parking ticket too, but I digress.

On talkback radio this afternoon the usual pundits and commentators discussed Rudd's background, including his time as an ambassador and made mention of his fluency in Mandarin Chinese. Also under discussion was Rudd's familiarity with the issues of the day which was contrasted with his perceived lack of personality. All pretty standard boring stuff. They open up the lines to callers and the regular parade of mouth breathers and fuckwits come out to play. One in particular caught my attention. This baby boomer fishwife with a voice like the mum from The Castle declared that she had never liked "Kevin Ruddock" because he seemed like a know it all and a smart aleck...

Whether or not she had actually managed to confuse a man who looks like Harry Potter (Rudd) with a man who looks like Monty Burns (Philip Ruddock), is unclear. That point aside, what this woman represents, is a perfect example of the sort of knob fondling anti-intellectualism embraced by so many in this country. What is it about the proverbial "man in the street" that makes them see the intelligence of another as some sort of personal affront?

This is exactly the type of idiot you see holding court at a BBQ, secure in the the self appointed authority of someone who has spent their life "raising three beautiful children" and who therefore "knows a thing or two".

Look, I'm sure you're a fucking whizz at packing a lunchbox and your knowledge of Playschool is probably second to none but the fact that someone has an education that extended beyond their fifteenth birthday is not a good enough reason to view them with mistrust or suspicion.

Reporter: Excuse me Madam, who will you be voting for as the leader of our nation?

Bint: Not that bloke. He seems too smart.

For fuck's sake.