When the world falls apart, when all those careful plans collapse in smouldering ruins, when the present seems desolate and the future seems hopeless, there is only one recourse: invoke the ghost of Robert Menzies.
Sometimes, people do things which are so beautiful, it makes you cry. Sure, people often do things that make you want to cry, but I’m talking good cry, not bad cry.
I have used manipulation to gain love. It’s not a very attractive admission, but there you have it. I am guilty. It was a few years ago when my middle daughter Sophia was being particularly difficult.
So this is what Scott Morrison calls his new generation of leadership. It consists mainly of retreads from the previous ministry, with the absence of one of the very few the voters actually liked – Julie Bishop – and the resurrection of some we had thought we were well rid of.
He’s a young bloke from a city far away. His life is based around study, that will secure him decent employment. That makes sense. Of course. A good job is everything.
Good riddance Turnbull, a PM of massive wealth and ego who left office without much record of accomplishment. Remember when the Libs scoffed as Labor tore itself apart?
I have privileged white man fatigue. Frankly I’m sick of the pricks. The recent Liberal party room ‘I want a turn’ tantrum just left me and a lot of Australians cold.
It says something about the state of Australia’s politics that the new prime minister, the man who brandished a lump of coal in parliament, is considered a moderate, at least in comparison to the forces he beat to the job.
In the end Malcolm Bligh Turnbull left the office just as he managed it – in appeasement, denial, dithering, procrastination, bluster, bravado, resentment and eventual capitulation.
The polarisation that is devouring Australia’s politics is reflected in the increasingly stark polarisation of the country’s professional mass media, writes Denis Muller of Melbourne University.
While the boys were playing Touch My Penis in parliament house, adults had gathered in the Nimbin School of Arts for the second Blue Moon Cabaret of the year.
For years I have made jokes about gluten-intolerant people. They’re unkind jokes that refer to that particular group as rather depressed despondent people huddled over hard blocks of angry bread.
The decision to abandon any attempt to legislate a target for emissions reductions in the electricity sector leaves Australia with no nationally agreed direction for the development of clean energy generation over the next decade.
If Trump wants an excuse to declare war or martial law, there’s a brief time-window for him to do it: if Democrats win on election day November 6, he could be mad enough to give it a go before January 6 next year.
‘Stormy weather,’ she sings. ‘Yeah right,’ I think, looking out over the valley from my shack under the cliffs. A bit of stormy weather would be good right now. The valley hasn’t seen rain for a while.
While the drama of general manager Max Eastcott’s departure was playing out, The Echo passed its tenth birthday, and we marked the jubilee with a fourth awards night.
Okay, fill up your glass – it’s time to celebrate. The results are in. Moderate drinkers live longer than abstainers. As long as they don’t fall off stuff when they’ve had a few.
It’s official – most Australian adults use recreational drugs. In 2016 around 42 per cent of the population used alcohol weekly or more often and 10 per cent used cannabis.
Neg can be an abbreviation of either negative or negligible, both terms the vociferous critics from left and right have used to denigrate Malcolm Turnbull’s masterwork in progress.
US media giant CNN has caught up with the global increase in people living alone, a year or two after it made news in the rest of the world.
Young Americans are preparing to sue governments across all representative levels for failing to act on climate change earlier.
It took a drought and some deep reflection to turn farmer and author Charles Massy from a conventional farmer to one of the leading thinkers in regenerative agriculture today. Here Charles is in conversation with local food activist Kate Walsh from Real... Read More →
The Speaker raises his shaking hand/ And no-one speaks in that dusty band/ His throat a desert moaning makes/ To tell the news they all must face.
Founding editor Nicholas Shand returned from his long-service leave at the end of March, 1996. He was highly amused at the comic opera scenario playing out in Council, and at The Echo’s unavoidable central role in it.
I have never really understood the fuss society makes about women’s breasts. In one instance they are displayed in lacy bras on billboards or pertly at attention in magazines where they are overly sexualised, coveted and adored, and on the... Read More →