Today’s apparent suicide of Linkin Park frontman Chester Bennington has been a hard thing to face, especially as he saved many from taking that route. Myself included.
Hollywood descended on Canberra, an inexplicable promotion and the debut single from Alex Jones. It was a very stupid week in #AusPol.
Every Thursday for the past four years, Anna Buch has visited Sydney’s Villawood detention centre to give support to asylum-seekers and witness the extent of our immigration program.
Thursday. The foreplay to the weekend proper. Phwoar. Newswise, there’s truth bombs afoot, as it turns out Terrorism had a bad year in 2016, Donald Trump did something and Milan banned the selfie stick. Forza.
It’s not a good time to be a Catholic in Australia. But to assume we’re all morally questionable theological dinosaurs is not only unfair, but shows a fundamentalist devotion to ignorance.
To a lot of people, the extension of Peter Dutton’s powers and our increased militarism is nothing more than fear mongering. However, the awful truth is that these changes are needed to reflect the modern world.
Good Morning, you lot. If you’re wondering what you’ve missed out on, the answer is abject stupidity. Trump gave us his new motto, the UK gave Jane Austen a firm kicking and we found our new Depp. Why are we here?
Despite the obvious failings of the current political system in this country, AusPol has completely lost their minds over where people are from. At least Pauline’s above board. Right?
In her new memoir, Tracey Spicer explains how her career was beset by Industry-wide sexism. A second class citizen to no-one, she is a shining example of what change can be won with persistence.
Make no mistake, the Great Barrier Reef is dying on our watch. Despite the efforts of our government to save it, those in power believe that it is not nearly enough.
Yes. You should still be in bed. The hours previous has given us many things. Donald Trump became a political climate change denier, the new Doctor Who was unveiled and a nice man won another impractical shiny jug thing.
Yesterday, treasured 1990’s icon, Agro smeared his legacy when he joined One Nation. While some people are angry, I say that it’s a perfect metaphor for the general insanity of 2017.
What a week. A person named Trump, but not the regular one made a mistake, as did an Australian Senator and marital apathy reaches the kingdom of China. Huzzah.
An angry man fights his big boy pants, the birth of a new lawman and a naked plea for sexual congress. Fairly standard week in #AusPol, let us sift through the detritus.
The Northern Territory embraces its status as being stuck in the past, and ordinarily, it’s harmless fun. However, it seems the long dead idea of the ‘Page 3’ girl is alive and well.
After a particularly notable week of hate in Australia, it got we wondering. Why does it continue to happen? Maybe we’re not as progressive as we assumed. Maybe we’re still the divided colony of old.
The current power struggle between the President and his intelligence community is becoming easy to see with the naked eye. Forget Junior, he’s merely a conduit to something bigger, and something far most interesting.
It’s a fairly curious Wednesday we find ourselves in, my loves, as Donald Trump Jr shed light on his Russian connections, the Leader of Islamic State might be dead, and the Wonder Woman sequel will see her fighting the Soviets.
If the Turnbull Government was a piece of furniture, I think it would be lying disassembled on the floor, with the user manual giving no clues. What it needs, is expert help.
In such a highly scrutinised case as George Pell’s, it behoves supporters and critics alike to support the systems in place, instead of administering our own justice.
Monday. Why always you? We’ve had Malcolm cop more rides from the cool kids, a truth bomb from the bombed streets of Mosul and The Vatican showing their true colours. Apparently, they’re devout dairy people.