"Libya is in a state of effective civil war and any Australians remaining in the country need to get out now, Foreign Minister Kevin Rudd says."

"Mr Rudd said the situation on the ground would be resolved enormously if Libyan dictator Muammar Gaddafi and his entourage simply left."
"Resolved enormously"?
One can only hope our chief diplomat's grasp of Mandarin is more 'enormous' than his English.
Is it just me, or is anyone else disgusted that professional wordsmiths should be so bad at their craft?

Interesting stuff, the beggar can not talk English
Struth bet my efforts get you upset!
He is not English is he?
Shoud da said pack yer gear bloke and get out this mob is fair dinkum.

Hi Belly, as far as I am aware, you have never claimed to be a diplomat, or a professional wordsmith.
For that matter, I ain't neither.

Hi Grim:

Don't be too hard on Kevin. Maybe he was having a "bad word day?"
As the writer Bryce Courtenay tells us: " ours is a natural alluvial language waiting to be mined. It's as Australian as a Chiko roll and as familiar as a kookaburra's raucous laugh. And it's ours to use any way we damn well please." Here's an example overheard on a Friday afternoon running late to catch the last flight out to Wagga:

"Sorry, ocker, the Fokker's chocka!"

Here's another:

"Johnno's so laid-back, he's practically fly-blown!"

Courtenay says:

"Australia's early White settlers, unlike their American couterparts who left England to the promise of a richer and freer existence, were dragged kicking and screaming from the dungeons of Newgate and the hulks of Bristol to the living death of an isolated and barren land.
They had no time to pack a copy of whatever was the equivalent of Fowler's "Current Modern Usage," at the time. Their language bore the marks of shackles and carried the inflections of the destitute and the whine of the shanty Irish. It matured in a harsh land with few of the niceties, just as those little pantaloons do not belong on the end of an Australian lamb chop, so our ways of speech are blunter than our antecedent tongue."

"Our language is laconic and often recalcitrant, but even in its lazy vowles it has a vigour; a common touch which is often not being included in much of the work of Australian writers. Too often our writers prefer to ape the English way... Courtenay points out, "If you love your words, if you try to use them well and treat them right. If you respect their functions. If you can see their colour and feel their Australian textures, the harsh sun, wide brown land of them, If you understand their constraints. If you know their weakness and are aware of their strengths, Then you're ready to be a storyteller..." But sometimes even storytellers (and politicians) run out of words temporarily.

Don't be too hard on Kevin. Maybe he was having a "bad word day?"
lexi,
I go along with that, after all words are all he's got.

Best to ignore the last comment Lexi.
However we are clutching at straws targeting him for his words, he often scrambles them.
But it is the intent that matters.
Few if any ,Australians would not agree with his intention on this issue.
Fair dinkum cobber its no flaming joking matter, a mad beggar is shooting his own mob, recon we should have a Captain Cook at that not flaming how this bloke talks what do ya recon?