Violence again has met the streets of continental Europe, as Islamic State has claimed responsibility for the van attack that killed 13 people in Barcelona.
Hooray. We’re not all dead. Yet. Overnight we saw denial from a rocky union, the Kardashians swim in hyperbole, and Tim Allen missing the guidance of his next door neighbour.
While America fixates the existence of the neo-nazi subset, they’re ignoring the reasons why they exist in the first place.
The fact that Louisa Lawson is collectively known as Henry Lawson’s mum is an insult to the lasting many achievements of this great woman, as she started the path we proudly strut today.
How is it only Wednesday? Overnight we’ve witnessed the return of Trump to the bosom of white supremacy, a Melbourne council banned Australia Day, and a friendly doggo gave this misanthrope hope.
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?
As we look at the abyss of modern day politics and quietly weep, as we look to take a break, let us note our privilege of being able to take that easy way out.
Sieg Heils, flaming torches, street battles, and the national guard. What has become of America, and where is it going?
Well. Good morning to you, and well done, you’ve survived. This week there was much stroking of US warheads, local egos and protracted references as Walmart references Columbine.
With press accreditations dangling off my neck, I found myself in the wriggling nervous masses of the Anti-Vaxx movement as they were out in force for the debut screening of their ‘subversive’ documentary at Canberra’s ANU.
The plebiscite. You don’t like it, I don’t like it. However, those who plan to silently protest through abstaining should know that they’ll be viewed as those opposed in the days to come.
This week has been a disheartening one for equality. But for inspiration, we should look to the past, to Don Dunstan, a man who saw inequality and refused to accept it.
We’re all still here. Hooray? Cassie Sainsbury may face 30 years in the pen, the horrible of face yoga gazes at us, but I’ll be celebrating Book Lovers Day, so do your worst, world.
Hooray for armageddon. The US and North Korea step closer to the bedroom, the CBA awkwardly announced their profits and the only man who could save us, dies. Sad!
Malcolm Turnbull’s capitulation has done great damage. But as someone who voted him in on the presumption that he was the man who could do both, I’m sorry.
Despite the aesthetic push to a more feminist tone of advertising, the message remains the same. We should find a man, and do it now.
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.
Why always you, Monday? Anyway, Mike Pence overreacted, a teen was attacked by Cthulhu and the world of sci-fi disrespected Princess Leia’s doctorate.
Even if marriage equality is decided by a free vote, we should not celebrate. Equality for the sake of power is not the same as equality for equality’s sake.
Awkies reigned supreme this week, as Don and Mal’s phone call saw the light of day, the Coalition prepared itself for civil war and an apex predator was outfoxed by an armadillo.
We’ve been raised on the assumption that if nothing else, Trump can close a deal. However, the leaked transcript of his infamous conversation with Malcolm Turnbull refutes that.