Politicisation is the gamification of politics as a blame game. Politics full circle is blaming blame-shifters. That blah-blah blame-blame bang-bang is what Bert Kelly taught me.

1. “Did the VFL really kick up inflation?,” AFR, 10/8/73
2. “‘Get stuck into those Treasury sods’,” AFR, 6/9/74
3. “It isn’t my fault — it’s the system …,” AFR, 14/2/75
4. “Need for more shifts at the money machine,” AFR, 28/4/75
5. “It’s easy — sack the Treasurer!,” AFR, 13/6/75
6. “‘You chaps must all pull harder’,” AFR, 1/4/77
7. “A binge of self-righteousness,” Bulle, 24/5/84

1.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“Did the VFL really kick up inflation?,”
The Australian Financial Review, August 10, 1973, p. 3.

One of the things one quickly learns in politics is to smartly pass the blame. I learnt this soon after I became a member.

A nasty drought arrived at about the same time as I burst on the political scene and so all my angry electors blamed me for it.

But within two weeks I had learnt to pass droughts off as a State matter. Only when seasons were good did I let it be known that I had some influence on high.

Even Mavis, who usually asks for really fast footwork in these matters, was not displeased with my performance.

But she says there is still plenty of room for improvement.

She was most impressed with Mr Cameron, Minister for Labour, who, when the Ford strike with its accompanying blood-chilling violence was at its worst, smoothly sat down in a London studio and blamed it all on the evil machinations of overseas business in New York.

He has, of course, too much sense to believe this — he knew that the main cause of the trouble was the inability of the union leadership to control the agitators in the rank and file of the union.

But Mavis says that the minister’s footwork was a credit to all concerned and I could well learn from him.

But there are also others who can teach me. We have recently been told of the fierceness of the inflationary fires that threaten to engulf us.

Many of us have been concerned for some time that these were getting altogether too big for comfort and that if they were not dampened down they may very well burn us out.

But now the last quarter’s figures have come out and show that we have now an annual rate of inflation of about 13.2 per cent and that is likely to get worse unless something heroic is done.

I know it is easy to suggest facile solutions to the problem of inflation but I do not pretend that there are really any easy answers.

But clearly one of the main things that has inflamed the problem is the Commonwealth’s action in supporting the unions’ claim in the recent Arbitration Commission hearing.

This, coupled with the way the Commonwealth cow cheerfully gives its milk down whenever any group rattles the bucket, are but two factors that have encouraged inflation to get out of hand.

So Mr Cairns, Minister for Trade, would have had plenty of people to blame for the inflationary mess we are in.

He could have blamed the strikes and their devastating effect on productivity. Or he could have even blamed Mr Cameron.

But he did none of these things.

I quote from his recent press release which dealt with the problem of rising prices:

Only today the Victorian Football League has given the public another shock. There will be no televising of the final, and now there is a 50c increase (50 per cent) in admission costs.

Not only this, but the price of many services on the ground is considerably higher than in the shops outside.

Is this justified? It is time Mr Hamer and his Government were asked — what are you going to do about prices?

Now that is really footwork. Not everyone would have been able to think quickly enough to blame it all on Mr Hamer, the Premier of Victoria.

That was indeed a splendid stroke that made Mavis green with envy.

But even more impressive was getting football into the act. Prices are soaring all round us, forced inevitably upwards because money wages are rising far faster than productivity.

The whole country is naturally most perturbed about what is happening. So Mr Cairns comes out in a ministerial statement and points out that the football final will not be televised.

Cripes, that’s serious indeed! I can imagine my farmers whipping themselves into a lather of rage about this.

And admission to the match is going to be dearer also! That’s terrible, that is.

Fred says he wouldn’t go if he was paid to go, not because he doesn’t like the game but because people tread on his feet and he doesn’t like it.

And pies at the match will be dearer also. How absolutely awful. Things are really serious.

So, with the fires of inflation threatening to engulf us, Mr Cairns wanders round with a wet bag, fretting about football and blaming it all on Mr Hamer.

As Mavis says enviously, “That’s really footwork!”

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2.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“‘Get stuck into those Treasury sods’,”
The Australian Financial Review, September 6, 1974, p. 3.

My regular readers will be by now well aware Mavis, though she may be economically ignorant, takes a lively interest in politics.

So it was no surprise when she took me aside and gave me some good sound political advice. She advised me with maidenly modesty:

With the Budget looming, dear, get stuck into those Treasury sods.

They are obviously advocating the creation of masses of unemployed, with thousands of poor people plodding the streets looking for work.

Their advice is unpopular, therefore it must be wrong. So if you beat them heavily on the head you must become popular, and that’s what you are in politics for.

Then she went on to point out that not only were the Treasury people unpopular but they were deserted also, and to be deserted was, to Mavis, the cardinal sin. She explained:

Why, even the Treasurer has deserted them. They must be really hopeless.

I pointed out that this was par for the course, that the Treasurer has a tendency to back out when the going gets tough so there was nothing notable in his leaving his Treasury officials undefended. I explained:

You’ll always find the Treasurer on the popular side.

He kicks well with the wind but doesn’t really try to kick against it. He means well in his mild way, but he can’t stir his courage up enough to do well.

But, according to Mavis, the path to political popularity was plain. I must get stuck into the Treasury officials because they were said to be advocating unemployment as the cure for inflation.

Whether the accusation was true or not was of no moment to her. The fact that it was commonly accepted was enough. She protested:

Everyone’s saying it, even the most responsible journals, so it must be true.

I tried to tell her that this didn’t really prove anything, but Mavis wasn’t to be hindered by argument. What she really wanted was blood, particularly the blood of Treasury officials if they have any.

Many people seem to think they would leak sawdust if cut badly.

I pointed out, rather forlornly, that much of the sentiment that was talked about the poor unemployed was nonsense, that most of the unemployed were either changing jobs or unemployable. Mavis said:

I know that, but all you’ve got to do is to say that even if a single person is unemployed, then the whole system is rotten. If you say that often enough, and with a sob in your voice, then you won’t have to worry about silly facts like that.

There is much in what Mavis says. You’ve only to mention unemployment in Australia and economic logic flies out the window and sentiment comes flopping in.

And I know that I can put forward the idea of a prices and incomes policy as an alternative cure for inflation rather than the unpopular medicine the Treasury is said to be preparing for us.

I do not see why I should be daunted just because all the experience of all the other countries quite conclusively demonstrates that it has never worked in the past, is not working now, and will never work in the future. I ask myself:

Why should I worry about that? I know it won’t work, but why should I worry? Put it forward as the solution; at least it’s popular, though wrong.

There are other advantages on blaming everything on Treasury and not the least of these is that I can write wisely about these matters now, but when all my prophesies are proved wrong, I can stop writing about mundane economic matters and can turn myself into a political correspondent, with Mavis’ help, or even become a social columnist.

The Treasury people would still be there, of course, bearing the head and burden of the day, but I’ll be far away, perhaps on the Gold Coast writing about lovely ladies in bikinis.

Eccles says, in his usual voice of doom, that we kid ourselves if we think we can find an easy and popular path out of the economic mess we are in.

I have an uneasy feeling he is right as usual, but I will not let that deter me. I will really slather those Treasury sods, uncertain though I be of the content of their message and sceptical though I am as to the efficacy of the other more popular solutions. I explained to Eccles:

Being right is not enough in these critical days. Being popular is all.

But I can’t help being privately appalled at the price I’m prepared to pay for popularity. I think I will blame it all on to Mavis!

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3.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“It isn’t my fault — it’s the system …,”
The Australian Financial Review, February 14, 1975, p. 3.

Fred has told me of a harrowing experience he had recently. He was very busy at harvest time when a distant relative came along, so Fred quickly gave the young man a job.

He obviously knew a lot about farming as he had read several books on the subject.

So Fred put him in charge of the tractor and header and after going several rounds with him to explain everything, the young man let it be known that he was fully in control, and would Fred please go away and leave him alone?

So Fred went away and did some odd jobs while the new hand went on alone.

At midday Fred went to take the machine and found it stopped in the paddock and things in a right proper mess.

The young man had turned too short, got the crop lifters mixed up with the right-hand tractor tyre and there was bent iron everywhere.

When Fred questioned the boy about what happened he said it wasn’t his fault, the tractor was too old and no good.

Fred tried to point out that other people had been driving the tractor for years and nothing like this had happened and, although the tractor wasn’t new, it was a good reliable machine.

“Perhaps the trouble lies in the way it was driven,” Fred suggested tentatively.

When Fred told me this I couldn’t help thinking of the similarity between the chap blaming his mistakes on to the tractor and the way Dr Cairns and Mr Cameron blame the country’s difficulties on what they call “the system.”

Other people have been successfully operating the system for years. It is true they haven’t been driving very fast and have had to keep two hands on the wheel and their foot near the brake, and that some of the stops and starts have been a bit sudden. Still, the system worked in an unexciting way.

Then the new Government took over and tried to drive the outfit twice as fast with only one hand on the wheel half the time. When they get into trouble or run out of petrol, it isn’t the driver who is at fault, it is the system.

What is this system that they find so awkward and inhibiting?

They don’t say, but I guess they mean it is the capitalist system. If it is capitalism that they find limiting, I wish they would say whether they want to change to some other system such as they have in Russia or China.

Do they want us to go through the communist mangle? If they do, would they tell us?

Or is it that they want the capitalist system to be different?

I would be the first to admit its manifold disadvantages. It’s a bit too much like nature, too red in tooth and claw to be a really nice system.

There is too big a gap between the rich and poor, too much flaunting of inherited wealth, too many people being trodden underfoot in the struggle for profits for it to be a comfortable system.

But you remember Winston Churchill’s comment about democracy, that it was an awful system of government but the other systems were even worse.

Capitalism may not be a nice way of running our affairs, but what else is there?

What other motive force is going to keep people working and investing if it isn’t the rather mundane motive of making money?

There are two possible alternatives, I guess. One is that people should be ordered to work.

I don’t think we would take too kindly to that, and anyway, it doesn’t seem to work too well in Russia. Or perhaps we will want to work, because by so doing, we will get the feeling that we are helping our fellow men.

There are a few people so motivated and I wish we had more of them, and that we could expect to have more in the future when education brings in the millennium.

But the trouble is that there are too many people in the world like Fred and me — people who only work if they have an incentive, who are as lazy as they can afford to be.

Dr Cairns recently said at Terrigal:

We cannot have a socialist society until we have a society of socialists … And when I say socialists I mean whole people — humane, realistic, undogmatic, generous people.

Well, Fred and I aren’t like that; we are the common clay which make up the system, and, until human nature changes, we will, I fear, continue to be like that.

I think it would be wiser for Dr Cairns to concentrate on making the system work better rather than blaming human nature for being as it is.

Fred’s young relative blamed the mess-up on the tractor when it was really his bad driving at fault. Perhaps our statesmen are doing the same.

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4.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“Need for more shifts at the money machine,”
The Australian Financial Review, April 28, 1975, p. 7.

On April 15 one of the more modest members of Parliament asked the Treasurer this simple question:

Last week the Treasurer told us about his policy of using deficit financing to lower the present level of unemployment.

How is this solution of burying the unemployment problem under a mountain of money actually working out?

If printing money is a good solution to the unemployment problem why not print more of the stuff and get rid of the unemployment problem altogether?

The Treasurer’s reply was quite startling and was to the effect that he had every intention of printing money without end as long as he had an unemployment problem. [Read the question and answer in Hansard at this hyperlink.]

What a poignant picture emerges. Dr Cairns down in the bowels of Parliament House with his coat off, with his halo on his head and one hand on his heart, oozing the milk of human kindness, with his eyes moist with sympathy and his brow furrowed with care, doggedly turning the handle of the printing press with a relentless determination to beat unemployment even if it kills him.

Of course he won’t be doing it on his own.

No doubt his could enlist the help of some of his more primitive supporters who have been brought up to believe that printing money is the cure for all our economic ills.

There are still some of these people around.

There would be other people who wouldn’t be quite so keen.

You can imagine the Secretary of the Treasury or the head of the Reserve Bank putting their heads anxiously around the door to see how the work was going and their startled look as they saw the Treasurer relentlessly churning away with his helpers shovelling the money into bins for quick distribution.

And slinking along the subterranean corridors of power perhaps you would find one of those learned economists who at the last election signed a letter asking people to vote Labor.

You can imagine how these people must feel as they hear the Treasurer grinding grimly away.

But the Treasurer would not be deterred.

I don’t say he wouldn’t be worried about things, but once our Jim has clearly seen where his duty lies, then he certainly won’t be found wanting.

If money is needed to cure unemployment, then money he would supply whatever the cost.

Of course Eccles is going around in a state of blind panic and every now and again he bursts into tears.

He knows, better than most, that Keynes’ solution to the depression in the 1930s was right but we then had a problem of deflation, not inflation as we have now. [Note for Economics.org.au readers: Keynes’ “solution” was nothing of the kind. For starters, see this one paragraph.]

It is economic madness to put more kerosene on the fires of inflation just now with the present rate running at 16 per cent and likely to get worse even without Dr Cairn’s present activities down below.

It isn’t as though the employment bought with this printed money was going to be productive — much of it won’t be.

There will be even more RED scheme extravagances, more money spent in building ivory towers for bureaucrats, or on universities, and more money spent to pay people not to work.

There will be great activity cutting up the economic cake into more equal slices but the trouble is that the cake will be unnecessarily small.

As Mrs Thatcher said of the recent British Budget, there will be a great number of people employed in supplying us with equal slices of misery.

The reason why the economic cake will be smaller is because business investment is falling and will continue to fall while confidence is being weakened by the three anti-confidence men, Cairns, Connor and Cameron.

Who indeed would be willing to invest their money in Australia with these three waiting to clobber them if they were successful and while the fear of inflation makes all the future uncertain?

So inflation will get even worse next year or the year after and so will unemployment.

And when that happens do you know what the Treasurer will do to meet that crisis?

He will probably buy a bigger press and put some of the unemployed on the handle and run at three shifts.

That’s the kind of Treasurer we’ve got.

We were once known as a lucky country.

We will soon qualify as a Banana Republic.

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5.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“It’s easy — sack the Treasurer!,”
The Australian Financial Review, June 13, 1975, p. 3.

The Royal Australian Navy has many fine traditions. One of these is after each collision they feel they must have a new Minister.

The same kind of thinking can be seen in the way the Labor Government changes Treasurers.

They seem to have a pathetic hope that by getting a new Treasurer the problems will go away.

But the awful truth is that Treasurers come and Treasurers go but the intractable economic problems remain.

Frank Crean disappeared in a storm of the worst kind of prior uncertainty and publicity.

Everyone recognised that he was a nice chap and, indeed, still is, but he was generally thought to be rather ineffective as a Treasurer.

So he was replaced by Dr Jim Cairns, who had a great reputation as a grim wielder of political power — as a man with the competence and courage to tackle the economic task.

But Dr Jim has come and gone and the problems remain.

People criticise him, and say that he feels more deeply than he thinks and I don’t think anyone would contest this.

Probably this is why he feels suited to be the Minister for Environment, though I have an uneasy feeling that a tough man in this Environment portfolio would really do the cause more good than harm.

But Dr Jim is unable to be nasty to nice people and that is a quality that distinguishes good Treasurers from bad.

But I have a suspicion that the main reason why Dr Cairns was dismissed was that the economy was seen to be getting into a bigger mess each day, so the solution was clear — get another Treasurer.

So the Treasurer’s torch has been handed to the new hope of the side, Bill Hayden, who is said to have the courage and the wisdom for the task.

I would be the first to admit that I think he has more of the required qualifications than most in that motley Cabinet, but I give him the grim warning that the same problems await him, although the Treasurer has changed.

Some of these problems I think he will handle.

He should be able to put a stop to some of the silly maladministration that has crept into the system.

Our side of politics has been dining out on the story of Mr A. L. Dudley, from Sydney, which was mentioned by that evergreen perennial, Bill Wentworth, in Parliament on May 29.

Mr Dudley was previously a recipient of unemployment benefits but he obtained another job so he notified the Department of Social Security to that effect.

But still the unemployment cheques kept coming in, so he rang the Department but still the cheques came.

Mr Wentworth brought 36 cheques worth $1,286.50 into the House and showed them to us all.

Then there was the case of Miss Marita Webb-Wagg, also of Sydney, who had the same experience of having cheques for unemployment benefits posted to her after she had notified the Department that she had another job.

When she rang the Department she says that she was told by a Departmental officer that she should bank them and say nothing.

She says his attitude seemed to be “if you are getting $31 a week for nothing what are you ringing me about?”

What a poignant picture that brings to mind.

You can imagine the Treasurer tirelessly turning away at his printing press in the bowels of the Treasury or wherever he keeps his money machine, grinding out money into the money pipeline.

But at the other end of the pipeline there is no tap so it is all spilling out on the ground with no one caring.

You can imagine the Treasurer wiping his brow with his sweat rag and wondering why he doesn’t catch up.

Now I guess Bill Hayden will soon put a stop to this nonsense.

But we should not delude ourselves that doing this will make much difference. The big problems will still remain.

Mr Hayden will have to cut down expenditure on good as well as on foolish things and this is going to be a lot harder.

He will have to cut down on education expenditure and put up with being hit by Mr Beazley’s halo.

He will have to stop the profligate expenditure on the RED scheme and all this nonsense of sending sporting teams abroad and so on.

And he will have to say “no” to that muddle-headed, soft-hearted man, Mr Uren.

None of these, and similar, nasty things are going to be attractive to a man with such a nice nature as Mr Hayden.

But this is the kind of Treasurer Australia needs just now.

If Mr Hayden is to retain his self respect, and ours, he has to be the most unpopular man in Australia by the end of the year.

Good luck to the poor man!

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6.
A Modest Member of Parliament [Bert Kelly],
“‘You chaps must all pull harder’,”
The Australian Financial Review, April 1, 1977, p. 3.

The first step in this week’s scenario was made by Mr W. Henderson, the director-general of the Australian Chamber of Manufacturing Industry. Last year he said:

I fully accept the IAC argument that the consumer must pay for tariff protection. There is no question about this. I will also accept the arithmetic that the cost is around $4,300 million annually.

The second step was made by the Brigden Committee report which is still regarded as the most authoritative exposition of first principles on tariff making and which spelt out that the tariff burden was not borne by consumers because they can pass the burden to others further down the line, but it was borne by exporters.

They said that one of the main effects of the tariff is to reduce the income received in the exporting industries.

Part of this loss of income reflected the higher real cost of producing goods locally rather than importing them, but part also was the redistribution of income in favour of the groups who, with the aid of the tariff, were able to raise prices and wages against exporters.

The next step in the story was put in by the Prime Minister on February 23 when he said, in answer to a question from Mr Hyde:

One of the things that people do with great disservice to the total Australian community is to try to divide that community into separate and competitive sections — those who work on farms and those who live in cities.

So we now know that it is not proper for Fred and his fellow exporters to point the finger of blame at other sections of the economy.

You can almost hear the Prime Minister saying:

You mustn’t be mean, Fred.

You are all in the same boat together, you and other rural exporters and the miners who live by exports. You are there with the rest of the economy and you must learn to love one another and not pick on each other.

So the picture is now pretty well filled in. You can imagine the boat of the economy bobbing along on the rather rough waves with Fred pulling manfully on one oar and a miner on the other, with manufacturing industry sitting in the stern with a $4,300 million burden in his lap, looking anxiously at where Fred and the miner are going.

Sometimes he trails his hands over the side but mostly he wears a worried frown as he sees rocks or breakers ahead. He says in his concerned way:

You must pull harder if you can, my dear chaps.

I think I can see a wage increase ahead and this is going to increase my costs: so the $4,300 million burden will be even bigger: so you will just have to pull harder.

I am sorry about this and I would get out and push but I might drown and then who would employ our people? As you know, I am only doing this for the country’s good.

This continued urging to greater effort made the two rowers dispirited and they were inclined to rest on their oars, but then they heard a voice from heaven say:

You mustn’t complain; you mustn’t be divisive; your duty is to bend your oars and not to belly-ache rebelliously about the size of your burden.

But I could hear Fred muttering to his companion, out of the corner of his mouth:

Haven’t the good and great who speak to us from on high heard of simple things like outboard motors? Why can’t we have one of these instead of having to pull on these wretched oars all the time?

But again came the admonition from heaven:

Certainly not, Fred, not yet, not now. Change is socially and politically awkward. You can look forward to getting an outboard the year after next, but to use one now would be to increase unemployment.

It is true that all your competitors can use these labour-saving devices, and perhaps you can also in the years ahead, if you live that long.

But in the meantime Australia needs you; your duty is to row like blazes.

You can wear your halo if it makes you feel better, but row, that’s what we want you to do. And please do not complain, because this is divisive.

As the boat of the economy disappeared around the headland I heard Fred working out an epigram that was wrapped around a pun on the word “row”.

It was something about “if we are all going to row in the same boat, we must learn not to row in it.”

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7.
The Modest Farmer [Bert Kelly], “A binge of self-righteousness,”
The Bulletin, May 24, 1984, p. 118.

Most people who live outside Victoria find Melbourne people irritating. Not only do they pinch our best footballers, not only have they bled white the less industrialised States with their policy of tariff protection but there is also a bland self-righteousness about them that the rest of us find hard to take. They always know the best solutions for everyone else’s problems — and, the further they are from problems, the more strident are their voices.

Let me give examples … When, way back in 1959, I was a member of the Forster Committee which was charged with the responsibility of drawing up a blueprint for the agricultural development of the Northern Territory, it was the Victorian Employers’ Federation which was most eloquent in urging us to press on regardless of difficulties and expense. Ignorance has never been a barrier to eloquence with Melbournites. They have been quick to instruct the rest of us how to handle the Aborigine problem, yet they have few of their own.

Now they feel they have a duty to tell Tasmanians how to handle their rivers!

Besides being self-righteous, they also have an annoying habit of blaming others for their own errors. Just before the Federal election, I attended a seminar in Melbourne which I thought would be devoted to discovering the causes and pinpointing the effects of government intervention in business. As Melbourne is known to be the hot-bed of protection — which, of course, is government intervention on the grand scale — I expected that I would find Victorian captains of industry flagellating themselves as the monks of old used to do, to punish themselves for their sins. I thought to hear anguished groans of “Woe is me!” or “I have sinned but I repent” and so on. And when I learned that the seminar was to be held in the BHP building, I thought that this choice must be deliberate — that this would be a proper place for repentance.

Unfortunately, it soon became clear that repentance was far from their minds. Rather, they were looking for someone else to blame — certainly not themselves. And from the bowels of the BHP building we could hear racking sobs from the Big Australian as he cried out not in repentance but in self-pity and begging for even more government intervention. This seemed to set the scene for the seminar.

They started off blaming the bureaucrats and politicians for their intervention troubles. There may have been some bureaucrats present but, if there were, they, being bureaucrats, kept their heads well down below the parapet. There were no politicians present, so I could feel everyone looking at me because of my political past.

After a lovely dinner, the seminar resumed and belted the daylights out of the media for encouraging the wretched bureaucrats and politicians to sin as they do. You remember how the Israelites used to load up a poor old goat with their sins, all written out in purple ink on fine parchment? Then they drove their “scapegoat” out into the wilderness, heavily burdened with their sins. By this time I had realised that the real purpose of the seminar was to find a scapegoat on whom to lay the burden of their sins for always asking for more government intervention. But the man they had chosen as their media scapegoat was Paddy McGuinness, the editor of The Financial Review. Paddy certainly has a beard that fits the part to perfection but he lacks the other essential attribute of a proper scapegoat: that is, humility. So he just refused to go out into the wilderness. Because I was known to have a tenuous media connection and because I was the only one there tainted with politics, they all looked expectantly at me. So, being humble as well as modest, out I went into the wilderness of Melbourne heavily burdened with all their sins.

However, I have since taken comfort from a speech given by L. J. Carden, of CRA and who, God bless him, comes from Melbourne. On April 20, he said:

Many businessmen in Australia complain about government regulation, about bureaucratic intervention and about the increased web of red tape which is strangling their competitiveness. My observation has been that a principal impediment to reducing bureaucratic intervention is the constant stream of businessmen wending its way to Canberra to request bureaucratic intervention. Until we get our private sector house in order and learn to compete without having to lean on government, we can hardly complain when the government and its employees lean on us.

I gather from that quotation that Carden will not be much good as a scapegoat either. One day, perhaps, even Melbourne businessmen will learn to carry their own burdens and will start blaming themselves for always asking for government intervention.
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Further reading
Everything by Bert Kelly is relevant to politics as a blame game, but I’ll just single out this one for now:
1) Politicians get undeserved praise, so why not undeserved blame too? — Bert Kelly, “Poor Bruce doesn’t want to be left holding the baby,” The Australian, August 5, 1985, p. 9.