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.
Once upon a time, the undecided voter populated this planet, but the man made constructs of Charlottesville and the plebiscite has pushed us to the brink of extinction.
This week we celebrate the forefather of fake news, by nitpicking many Trump things. That, and whether you can take an alien bride or not. I know you’re curious.
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.
One instance of getting medieval, the elimination of two enemies and a brazen attempt to fondle the national jewels. Pretty standard, #Auspol. For shame.
Morning. Overnight we’ve had Donald Trump wheel out another ban, a plea deal from suspect drug smuggler Cassie Sainsbury, and one distraught dog owner fighting back against abuse.
A sad sad week. We lost Sean Spicer from the White House, another Greens Senator from the Senate and one Canadian fisherman farewelled his innocence, to a roving pack of randy seals.
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.
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?
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.
In her latest exclusive communiqué to The Big Smoke, Ivanka details the G20 wrap-up meeting she held with her Dad.
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.
Hooley Dooley, what a week. We’ve had awkward blind dates at the G20, Elon Musk flipping off the fossil fuel industry, and a man dressed as the Joker was shot at a sex party. Hey, Victorian police – why so serious?
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.
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.
I love the smell of spurious articles in the morning. Hail the weekly slog through the detritus of “news”, featuring The Simpsons making another Trump prediction and a woman fined for a dank meme.
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 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.
Thursday…the day where things happen. I guess. Two ancient enemies went to war, Trump broke it off with Europe (again) and Eminem admits to stealing ideas…from Jim Carrey! Coming in 2019, The Ace Ventura LP.
Trump’s not happy, the music world was punched in the black hole sun and there was some good news for Julian Assange.
A racist fighting racism, the loss of something beautiful and Tony Abbott polishing his rifle. I see nothing out of the ordinary. Yay, #Auspol.