You really do wanna know what exactly out-of-shot is making this local guy here STREEEEECH that winning smile of his that wide in those polos, in those dowdy old uncle trousers & generic trainers for the walkabouts among the people. Inspecting prize-winning housing developments (featuring swimming pools, jogging tracks, gymnasiums, BBQ pits), shops, roadway construction, visiting old people’s homes & hawker centres, vertical farms, innovative laboratories, hospitals, tuition centres, schools, aged people’s facilities, more innovative laboratories. They were all so remarkable, so state-of-art and inspiring?… There was never any indication his predecessor father was anything other than an acerbic sourpuss, contemptuous of the common man, arrogant, thought well of himself, enjoyed rubbing shoulders with those of consequence. In that earlier radio & stump era one could get away with that kinda lofty abrasiveness. But this guy had adapted. Some of the twisty politics, the family feuding, the prominent role of the wife, does make you wonder about that persona. Difficult to think of anything approaching that branding anywhere on the globe right now, that good ol’ sugared smarmy for the cameras, stretched and gleaming so. Back in the day Ronnie possibly managed the level.
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