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.
Finally it’s safe to get back in the water – well some bits of it, some of the time, as long as you behave. And make sure you stay in the water – keep swimming or surfing. Sitting on the sand is still decidedly unsafe.
It has only taken a week for the simple beauty of JobKeepers to become a little tarnished.
Having shrugged off the minor and temporary distraction of parliament, Scott Morrison can resume doing what he is best at – marketing himself and his often-dubious achievements.
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.
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.
When Galileo said that the Earth went around the Sun, not the other way around, priests tortured him...
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.
This document was written without fear or favour, by The Echo editor Hans Lovejoy for the politically curious who are considering a tilt at public life. My intention is to hopefully inform and engage aspiring political actors so they don’t become... Read More →
One, two, three, four. Keeping faith’s a dreadful bore. Five, six, seven, eight. Tap the mat, capitulate.
Scott Morrison really likes quiet Australians – as quiet as possible.
Last week Scott Morrison spelled out what he called his economic policy…
Scott Morrison would have been happier and clappier than usual when he went to his Horizon Pentecostalist Church last Sunday.
Bob Hawke has offered a blunt appraisal of international politics and climate change while launching former Labor foreign minister Gareth Evans' memoir.
Bruce Apps, Townsend. The politics is alive and well but the decision to cut penalty rates from our low paid workers shows that we have a Fair Work Commission lacking in empathy and compassion with a belief that it was... Read More →
I love the smell of an election in the morning… not! I don’t get politics. I just don’t. Okay? I don’t understand the mechanics or the machinations, I don’t know my senate from my double dissolution, from my hung parliament.... Read More →
Hayo van der Woude, Mullumbimby. Arch conservatives Donald Trump and Tony Abbott have packaged their aggression as compassion, according to Waleed Aly (SMH, December 12).
Kevin Rudd is a ‘bastard’ who will always be a destabilising influence and should leave parliament for the good of Labor, former senior minister Nicola Roxon says. In a scathing attack on the former prime minister, Ms Roxon said he... Read More →