I’ve voted, had my say, and made my voice heard. However we who vote Yes should not forget that we could easily be ignored, and all the pain and hurt would be for nothing. I hope I’m wrong.
While the ongoing energy issue rolls on, leaving us in the dark, we should know that parties on all sides are powering our disgust.
Welcome back to another week of your life that you won’t be getting back. But don’t think about that, North Korea has launched warheads over Japan.
We made a mistake with Malcolm Roberts: we fought back, and he took that as us legitimising his insanity. Let’s not do the same with Lyle Shelton.
A regional candidate has decided to halt the mudslinging once and for all, penning an oath to promise that he’ll never again unfairly criticise his opponents on social media. Best of luck, bucko.
Hollywood descended on Canberra, an inexplicable promotion and the debut single from Alex Jones. It was a very stupid week in #AusPol.
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?
The left’s vociferous criticism of the coalition-funded response to Get Up! is telling, as they’re criticising something they created.
A missed court date, the death of comedy and a nonsensical sentencing all happened this week in AusPol. Plus Pauline. But we’ve ignored her.
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.
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.
The first bricks of a hate wall, the stripping back of pretence and a picnic spoiled. Winners, all. Oh, #Auspol, what are you like?
Judge Judy fantasies, inadvertent self-flagellation and a footrace to the bottom. Winners, all. However, in the harsh game of #AusPol, who secured their Internet legacy?
What a hot mess. The figure walking home in last night’s shoes is Tuesday who got too drunk to deal with the death of Harold, John McCain and a song about Theresa May hitting the charts.
“Look boss, the plane,” we shriek, hailing the end of One Nation. But while Pauline might go down with the Cessna, the sentiment that powered her to the Senate will remain.
After this weekend’s momentous Uluru statement, I was eagerly waiting for the Government’s response. This morning, I got it from Shorten and Joyce. They don’t care about us.
Debt. We all have it. The question is, who in Canberra wants to drag us out of it? To seek an answer, we tasked a corresponded to lurk the murky corners of parliament.
Think of it this way: it’s one less Monday you have to face. Overnight, the nation discovered the status quo in Canberra, Theresa May’s dipping popularity and the merit of watching someone buy $300 worth of fake plants.
Well bugger me with a fish fork, it’s Thursday. Huzzah. The world kept dying while you were recharging, which featured an argument at the estimates, Taiwan saying yes to gay marriage and an unholy clusterboink on ABC2.
A racist fighting racism, the loss of something beautiful and Tony Abbott polishing his rifle. I see nothing out of the ordinary. Yay, #Auspol.
Compared to the altruistic bank robbers of the past, Scott Morrison’s recent heist pales in comparison.