The fall of Barnaby Joyce has taught me something. At no point, should you ever get what you think you want.
This whole Barnaby Joyce saga has tipped me over the edge. Compassion fatigue has set in, and it’s all your fault, news cycle.
With the Sydney Trains strike now official, it’s best we keep our focus and blame those who are actually responsible for it.
After Donald Trump called himself a stable genius, the world lost the plot. But you know what? He’s absolutely correct.
For far too long in this country, we’ve been subject to the ‘Good Bloke’ syndrome, where we mistakenly elevate the wrong people on the basis of our assumption. Barnaby Joyce is just the latest example.
After Mal sensationally suspended Parliament for a week, I’m wondering if it might actually be a positive. We all need a break.
Yes, there is now a ferry named Ferry McFerryface, and yes it’s ours. But, to those who aim criticism at the decision clearly don’t get Sydney.
It seems that a new election might be upon us, and if we deify Bill and demonise Malcolm, I fear history will repeat. It’s the hope that kills us.
After the AFP raided the offices of the AWU to ask about a legal donation, the discussion swirls around many things. However, I believe our collective anger might have been the goal.
Often we wonder why the more reactionary antagonists refuse to go quietly. Well, the reason why, is us.
Yesterday, the Archbishop’s grating comments on marriage equality rolled the eyes of a nation. But, as someone who considers themselves religious, I’m tired of being tarred with the same brush.
Last night, when Macklemore sang ‘Same Love’ over the sound of protest, a great battle was seemingly won. Except it wasn’t. It was merely just another flashpoint in the war.
After the twentieth Newspoll gave the same result as the ninteen before it, I say its time we find a system of measurement that accurately reflects the insanity of Australian Politics.
After Tony Abbott was allegedly headbutted by someone who disagreed with him, I’ve been wondering. Do we now value the fist over discussion?
It’s been a long time coming, but the marriage equality debate has exposed something galling about us. We have no time for the view we don’t agree with.
While the Internet agreed to disagree on renaming Father’s Day, I suggest we should entertain the idea, as tradition is only what we make it.
According to the PM, the disillusionment the public feels in the political system has not increased. Well, Malcolm, a lot of us have already had enough of the constant hijinks.
With Barnaby Joyce now in the Section 44 firing line, I think this great Australian witch hunt has gone on long enough. When are we prepared to admit this is doing more harm than good?
The flat earth movement is no longer consigned to the National Basketball Association or the bronze age, as your mum is probably now onboard.
With the Coalition’s marriage equality meeting progressing as well as we assumed, I’m wondering if our national tryst with apathy is here to stay.
With the AFP unable to find anything concrete in yesterday’s raids, we twist the narrative to fit our political station. However, this thinking sets a dangerous precedent.
Malcolm Turnbull is wobbling after his sixteenth Newspoll loss, but the fact that his biggest threat is not Bill Shorten speaks volumes. High times for the ALP to find a voice as combative as their voter base.