As the war in Syria becomes all the more serious, it's easy to blame Donald Trump. However, we'd be wrong in doing so.
The classics, they say, never go out of style. Well, consider today a true throwback Thursday, as Qld won Origin, Prince Philip went to hospital and Nickelback dissed Slipknot. The past sucks.
Somebody clearly poisoned the water hole of logic. George Christensen went on an adventure, Conor McGregor turned to art, Mattel released man-bun barbie. Can I freeze myself already?
Last week something important was achieved by the Government, but it passed without discussion. It’s not that I blame the left, maybe they’re just hard-wired to pick fault.
Monday morning. Whoever invented the calendar is dead to me. Overnight, noted scholar Pamela Anderson criticised Theresa May, the latest Newspoll made for familiar reading and Iran freed itself of the tyranny of Zumba.
In the news this week: hot bureaucratic fire emanating from London, Red’s skin turns pink and a new stem cell breakthrough in the US. Hooray for that.
A kitchen that looks to house and feed the homeless is facing pressure from Sydney City Council, but according to those who run it, they’re not going anywhere.
An ironing of the big boy pants, a case of admirable stoicism and the world’s most foolishly-named cash cave. #AusPol, you’re not right in the head.
Well, fudge. Overnight we’ve had an elected official shot, comeuppance for crimes against photoshop and a burger going into space before any of us. Luckily our existence has no meaning.
The landmark case to award asylum seekers compensation should not be taken at face value. Indeed, despite the headlines, nothing has changed.
Wednesday. The day that is like every other day. By the way, the Government’s welfare plan was knocked, a palatial mansion was sold in Mt Druitt and the Warriors chose to not come out and play.
Public holiday Monday. It doesn’t matter, because you’re all still asleep. Trump assassinated by lobster, Bill Cosby wins Nobel Prize, Katy calls for Swift peace action.
The cold facts of May, a pouring wave of misrepresented disrespect and the hope of all bald men differentiate this week from all the others.
The attack on Andrew Bolt highlights the nature of discourse in this country, and no amount of sparkle can distract from it.
As last night turned into this morning, the James Comey hearing rolled on. At its closure, what I learned was that we should stop braying for impeachment, as it’s not going to happen.
The first bricks of a hate wall, the stripping back of pretence and a picnic spoiled. Winners, all. Oh, #Auspol, what are you like?
Stupidity again dragged its feet over the landscape, with the Trump family not understanding society, Donald Glover killing a man and the people of New York getting petty as only they absolutely can.
Dour days be these. Especially because it’s only Wednesday. Alongside the news that an Australian was a victim of the London Bridge attack, one of Trump’s cabinet was flipped off in Wellington. Swings and roundabouts, innit?
Today, the general feeling is that just like Man Haron Monis, we had a terrorist and we let him go. However, the reality of the situation is that the solution is not that simple.
Monday. Stay away from her, you bitch. Good news however, as a man and his pint saved London, John McEnroe entered the SSM debate and loyalty exists in the footballing world. We’re surprised too.
There seems to be a pattern emerging in 2017. Fundamentalists kill, and we get angry. However, I feel it’s time for a radical change, and it involves the Red Planet.
The week that was involved two male vultures creating life, another in Washington DC risking all life and we gazed back at the Mabo decision, and our commonwealth since.