I have nothing against pop singers, some of them are very nice people, generous, tolerant, kind to children and dogs. And they give pleasure to many Australians…
Australia awoke last week to the strains of Spike Milligan’s poignant refrain, ‘I’m walking backwards to Christmas.’ It may not be all the way to Christmas, but it could be even further – well into next year, and perhaps beyond that.
Déjà vu all over again. In the dim, dark ages before I even arrived in Canberra, I was writing stories about the Victorian branch of the Australian Labor Party
Shock, horror. Someone has tested positive to COVID-19 after the Black Lives Matter protest in Melbourne and Peter Dutton is terrified – his worst fears have been realised, he hyperventilated.
So Reconciliation Week has come and gone – and also gone is 46,000 years worth of priceless history pulverised by Rio Tinto in the Juukan Gorge.
In the end, it was all about saving face. The dodgy compromise Resolution to set up an inquiry over the origins of the novel coronavirus left everyone claiming a win.
Last week I could have my hair styled, but I couldn’t get a kidney transplant. I could take my kids to school, but not to church. I could invite nine mates to a funeral, but only four to a wedding
Suddenly it’s personal. I have been placed in home isolation.
To the manifest relief of the coalition and its supporters, Scott Morrison’s approach to the coronavirus crisis has been cautiously endorsed by the voters.
The COVID 19 pandemic is no longer just a cloud on the horizon – it has developed into a full scale cyclone, and its effects on Australia, while still unquantifiable, will clearly be severe if not disastrous.
Scott Morrison is nothing if not a marketeer. Or, to put it more precisely, he is nothing except a marketeer.
Scott Morrison’s puerile sneer that most of his cabinet ministers wouldn’t even know who (NSW Environment Minister) Matt Kean was actually contains a grain of truth.
The sacrament is torn, the veil of the temple is rent in twain. The sacred surplus is sacred no more. It is defrocked, excommunicated, cast into the outer darkness.
Scott Morrison is rummaging around in his near-empty presents sack looking for some spare socks and mouldy chocolates, the sleigh is off at the panel beaters in need of drastic repairs, and the reindeer continue to shit on us from a great height.
And so ScoMo’s annus miraculous staggers to an end, with the promise that the next one will be the year of delivery, the one that produces the outcomes which will make all the dithering, procrastination and avoidance of issues all worthwhile.
The water minister's plan seem to be to keep pouring out the drought relief and praying for rain in the delusion that once the drought breaks, we can all get back to normal.
One, two, three, four. Keeping faith’s a dreadful bore. Five, six, seven, eight. Tap the mat, capitulate.
The private health industry, we were told last week, is ‘a muddled healthcare system that is riddled with inconsistencies and perverse initiatives…
Scott Morrison really likes quiet Australians – as quiet as possible.
Last week Scott Morrison spelled out what he called his economic policy…
It didn’t take long for the hubris to kick in.Before the dust was settled, an exultant Liberal was reported as gloating: 'We just campaigned on a strong economy – we’ve got a mandate to do anything!' Well, anything – or nothing.
ScoMo’s campaign is going back to the future – quite a long way back.
While desperately playing down the significance of his own 30th Newspoll loss on the unconvincing basis that he wished he hadn’t mentioned Tony Abbott’s, our leader has taken what he apparently considers the high road.
Yet another triumph for our indefatigable prime minister. Now he has saved the nation – maybe the world – from the scourge of The Donald’s dastardly tariffs on steel and aluminium.
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