Gladys Berejiklian Affair: It occurs to me this morning, when I think about Gladys Berejiklian, that the word “boo” comes to mind. In the sense of surprise or shock, as if the Independent Commission Against Corruption had appeared out of nowhere to force her out of her position and create widespread panic in the middle of a pandemic, she exclaimed, “Boo!”
Booing is also something that many Australian voters do to their representatives on a frequent basis, sometimes with love, but more often with disdain. And there will be plenty of those who will boo her for her dubious behavior, which resulted in her resignation as a result of a corruption investigation. While New South Wales grappled with a startling flood of too much information about its premier, Gladys Berejiklian, for most of this week, the state of Victoria struggled to keep up.
It may have seemed impossible at the beginning of the week that the ICAC would be capable of delivering a real surprise at the end of the week.
Many women are still adamant about seeing Poor Gladys as a romantic victim, as shown by the word “boohoo,” which means “boohoo.” However, there are a large number of regular people who are grieving the passing of a Premier who was highly regarded and liked for her ability. Without a doubt, it is a trait that is so uncommon in government these days that it almost makes you forget you are still a politician.
According to the Urban Dictionary, the word “boo” may also be used to express love between two people who are dating. The fact that Gladys’ sister shared a picture of the Premier and her new boyfriend looking adoringly at one other under the title “Glad and her boo” in June last year tells us all we need to know.
Her beau goes by the name of Arthur Moses SC most of the time. In yet another soap opera-worthy twist in Berejiklian’s turbulent love life, Moses served as her personal lawyer throughout the ICAC hearings into the illegal activities of her previous lover Daryl Maguire, according to the Daily Telegraph.
She had figuratively hopped the bar table from the guy in the dock to the man who was defending her in the case against the man who was in the dock with her.
In addition to its trophy wall of premiers, the organization is well-known for having proven its hand-biting credentials early on by scalping the same man who founded it.
Countless salacious tales have emerged as a result of its investigations, ranging from cash-grabbing ministers to credit-card-abusing Rear Admirals to a sullen and more or less constant perp-walk of venal local government figures of whom you’d never heard before, all the way to a museum curator who stole the teeth from a thylacine (Operation Savoy, 2002, true story) and another premier who forgot about receiving a delicious bottle of red
When you live in a state that still smells like Rum Corps, ICAC has come to symbolize a queasy-unsurprising periodic report that says: Yes, it’s true. There are still public officeholders who have a twisted sense of justice.
In the course of proceedings into low-level fraudster (and 20-year supplier of buttock warmth to the Liberal backbench) Daryl Maguire, a real bombshell was dropped on the public.
The Premier of New South Wales, a renowned workaholic who is well-known among family, friends, and colleagues for her strict adherence to personal privacy, confessed to having a “close personal connection” with Maguire that lasted for five years and was only recently ended by mutual consent.