This child is inordinately freaky. Like “Johhny come out and play,” freaky. The wunderkind (or perhaps that should be enfant terrible) enunciation doesn’t help either, nor does the Orwellian picture of Giant Steve behind her.
Hang on—scary emotive speeches behind giant portraits? What does that remind you of? That’s right, little Johnny, Nazism. Now I’m not suggesting Bindi is a Nazi, or even sympathetic to the party, but all the elements are there; excessive hagiographical idolisation of one figure, mass propaganda and rallies, annexations of neighbouring countries. Gosh, there is even a uniform.
It really makes you think.
Of course I’ll be the victim of the Aussie-values lynch mob for this.