We can talk endlessly about Clive Palmer's stunts, his penchant for theatrics, his seemingly effortless ability to command media attention. To do so is, to a degree, to co-operate in the way he relentlessly trivialises politics. Or more, correctly, the way that he pushes the trivialisation that has occurred in recent years to new, lower depths, for Clive is merely the hypertrophied form of contemporary politics, pushing the spectrum of stupidity ever wider.