the prime minister of australia on judgement day

Elmer Rudd stood before the throne of heaven.
He was smirking smugly.
He looked expectantly towards the throne.
What would he see?
Maybe a Chinese communist.
Or a Muslim.
Something good anyway.
The clouds around the throne had not cleared yet.
Elmer Rudd could not see the real presence.
But Elmer Rudd knew he was in heaven.
He knew he was where he was meant to be.
"How do you plead?" asked an angel seated below the throne.
The angel had a voice of thunder.
"I plead that I was a good man and deserve to be in heaven," answered Elmer Rudd confidently.
"Wrong," thundered the angel.
"But I apologised to the generation of children who were abused in care homes fifty years ago," mouthed Elmer Rudd.
And there was silence in the house of judgement.
Then the voice of the angel spoke again.
"You apologised for crimes you said had been committed by an entire generation of care workers against children in state homes," rumbled the angel. "You implied guilt to everyone who'd worked in the caring profession fifty years ago whether they were guilty or not. You did so in fact without caring whether they were guilty or not. The people you impugned were all old or dying. Not really your target demographic come election time. Most of the guilt you imputed was based on hind sight and not on any fair assessment of the work of the people you accused. Yet you yourself were Prime Minister of Australia at a time when millions of children were killed in their mothers' wombs either through abortion operations in hospital or abortion pills bought over the counter. At least the children in the care homes for which you apologised all got to exist. You dared to judge the previous generation that sought to care for all its children born and unborn. You permitted the present generation of pleasure seeking scoundrels who were murdering untold numbers of children in the womb, you permitted those self obsessed self worshipping loathsome twits, to stand in judgement on a generation whose greatest collective crime was failing to provide an adequate school environment. You, an arrant cavalier abortionist, dared to stand in judgement on a generation that never once collaborated in mass murder through abortion. You dared to cast judgement while you yourself were master of a charnel house. You Mr Rudd were Prime Minister of the most barbaric generation of Australians who ever lived."
Elmer Rudd hung his head in shame.
The angel stood up.
"Get thee hence to endless night."
His voice was like many waters roaring.
In a flash the Prime Minister of Australia was gone.
And there was silence in the house of judgement.