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.
Scott Morrison’s press club speech last week was almost drowned out by the rustling of olive branches and the cooing of doves.
The latest catchphrase from our government spin doctors is ‘a COVIDSafe economy’ – optimistic and reassuring. And, unfortunately, a cruel hoax; a contradiction in terms. The economy is not safe from this coronavirus, and almost certainly never will be. Even... Read More →
I must admit to a moment of apprehension before downloading the COVID-19 app; anything that involves Amazon or Stuart Robert has to be either incompetent or dodgy or both.
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.
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.
Once again the Morrison government has dodged a bullet – rather a pellet, actually, with the real fusillade still to come.
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.
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.
The showdown over religion could well provoke a serious schism, speaketh Mungo. Trouble is brewing in the mess.
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…