Barnaby Joyce, the man who wants to be deputy PM again, has a volatile temper and deals with constituents by denigrating them if they disagree with him. Sydney bureau chief Ross Jones reports.
POOR OLD BARNABY.
On top of his all his other woes now he’s being stalked. Or so he says.
Former Senator Barnaby Joyce claims he is being stalked following a heated encounter at a New England pub.
'Fairfax Media can reveal the Nationals’ candidate was confronted in the Graman Hotel near Inverell on Monday night and questioned about family matters.'
In fact, Barnaby's claim about being stalked is false.
IA located and spoke with witnesses to this confrontation, which allegedly went more like this ...
Monday afternoon, 3.05 pm, the sleepy town of Graman, about 40k northwest of Inverell. Two blokes walk into Graman’s only pub, called, unsurprisingly, the Graman Hotel. Inside the bar, big enough only to hold a dozen or so dedicated drinkers, Barnaby Joyce is having a beer with a few of them. His minder is with him. The two blokes get a beer each and take a seat.
Unbeknownst to Barnaby, one of these blokes is a dedicated, professional environmentalist, the other an accomplished martial arts exponent.
Because Barnaby’s staff will not reveal his itinerary, the two blokes had to put in a bit of sleuthing to discover BJ was going to be at the Graman that afternoon.
As constituents, they felt they had a few valid questions to put to him.
They were soon drawn into Barnaby’s group and, after the usual pleasantries of names and handshakes, the environmentalist asked Barnaby a few questions. Barnaby responded by deriding him as a "Green".
Then, when the man said he had nothing to do with the Greens, Barnaby allegedly said:
"Well, you look like a fuckwit."
The other bloke – the martial arts guy who also dabbles in thinking about politics, especially New England politics – then intervened, asking Barnaby about the salary he took while he was ineligible to sit.
It seems that, apart from one small tense time when Barnaby’s drinking buddies threatened to throw the pair down the stairs – which would have been a bad move given the drinking buddies’ age and physical condition, coupled with their likely opponent – things remained calm.
For Barnaby, though, his congenial drinks session had been disrupted and he was over it. He stood up and announced he was adjourning to the Tamworth Leagues Club.
In the spirit of campaigning, Barnaby shook hands with everybody, including the two blokes.
Barnaby was halfway out the front door when the environmentalist bloke bade him farewell by saying:
“Say hello to your mistress for me.”
It wasn’t said loudly, but Barnaby, who is clearly not hard of hearing, spun on his heels as if stung and, fists clenched, stormed back into the bar.
Face bright red and spitting chips, Barnaby loomed his 1.85-metre frame over the smaller man and demanded:
“What did you say?”
There was silence in the bar. Slack jaws all around, including Barnaby’s minder, who you would think would be equipped to handle these kinds of situations — it’s hard to think it was his first.
The martial arts guy stepped in. He took a gentle hold of Barnaby’s elbow to stop his arm moving about and said something like,
“Mate, he said don’t miss us, now calm down.”
Barnaby sort of did but, in a final act of petulant defiance, reached down and knocked the environmentalist’s hat from his head.
It was a near thing.
When questioned by Fairfax Media on Tuesday morning, Mr Joyce didn’t deny he flicked the man’s hat off his head during the confrontation, but said his “private life is private”.
Well, it was, until Barnaby paraded his family before the readers of the Weekend Australian in a move designed solely to advance his political career. Once you go there, you can’t go back.
“We’ve had death threats and now we’ve got stalkers,” Mr Joyce said.
By death threats, Barnaby was referring to a bullet he allegedly received in the post.
Police have been called after a bullet accompanied by a threatening note from an Adani protester was sent to Barnaby Joyce’s former electorate office in Tamworth.
The bullet arrived earlier this week with a note about the $1 billion loan the federal government wants to grant to Adani. It also mentioned other environmental issues, including mining on the Liverpool Plains.
“People always think these wonderful green lobbyists, they’re all so peaceful,’’ Mr Joyce said yesterday. “Well, no. They’ve sent a bullet to my office, which apparently was supposed to go through my head and this is the sort of garbage we have to put up with.
“These people are not pacifists. They’re militant, they’re violent, they want to destroy our economy and they’re happy to threaten you, they want to kill you.’’
According to the Northern Daily Leader:
NSW Police Deputy Commissioner for regional field operations, Gary Worboys, was in Tamworth on Thursday and said he was made aware of the situation that morning.
“I’m told that there is some forensic analysis going forward,” he said.
“Investigations are continuing and of course we will make every effort to finalise that investigation as quickly as we can.”
By the sounds of it, police have so far failed to set up the dedicated task force necessary to ensure the rapid CSI-style result required before Barnaby is gunned down in Peel Street by an assassin dressed as a tree.
“The campaign is becoming dirty and people are sending people around to stalk you.
“That’s disappointing, you know.
“I’ll be frank, they’re not coming from the Labor Party, they’re coming from other people.
“We had a discussion but I mean, I’m not going to go into it because there’s a whole lot of issues behind that individual.
“He’s been basically pursuing me, and not just there.”
Allegations of stalking are patent rubbish, of course. The environmentalist in the pub had spoken with Barnaby only once before — some weeks prior to the Graman contretemps. That is hardly stalking. The environmentalist is a constituent, the Graman Hotel is a public house and Barnaby is a public figure. No one followed Barnaby around, no one peered in his windows, no one chased him into the bathroom. In short, it is vastly different to the behaviour that could constitute the offence of stalking under section 13 of the Crimes (Domestic and Personal Violence) Act 2007.
Flicking someone's hat off, however, could constitute assault in NSW if there was a legitimate fear of violence. And given Barnaby had, according to one witness, "gone through every shade from red to purple to beetroot" just prior to the incident, this is surely arguable.
My take from this event is that Barnaby is a man with a violent temper and tissue skin who was very lucky the martial arts guy was around to diffuse the situation before Barnaby did something really stupid — like hit someone.
This is not the first time Barnaby had gotten aggro with constituents who disagreed with him.
A headline in The Land back in June trumpeted:
'Joyce caught in political ambush by anti-mining activists'
Ambush? Of course, this was another Joyce-driven beat-up. This was just two female constituents in a pub asking Barnaby about mining. Joyce, ever the gentleman, told them to "piss off". Aggressively.
Election 2016: Barnaby Joyce tells constituent to 'piss off' during heated pub exchange https://t.co/rkKVCh6TP9 pic.twitter.com/guHepson5R— Canberra Times (@canberratimes) June 10, 2016
This is a man who, believe it or not, was Australia’s deputy PM, albeit unconstitutionally.
This is a man with delusions of being stalked.
This is a man who alleges "greenies" are trying to kill him.
This is a man to wants to become deputy PM again.
Sydney bureau chief Ross Jones is a licensed private enquiry agent. You can follow Ross on Twitter @RPZJones.
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