Morning, again. Does this mean I no longer have to be an ogre? Overnight, Justin Trudeau proved that he was not a robot, Forbes gave into apathy and Donald Trump made no sense.
You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you, the week that’s just past. I can smell it on you. You’ve been with that Piers Morgan again, haven’t you? You sicken me.
Hillary Clinton cutting down Donald Trump at the Grammy Awards was both hilarious, and dare I say it, a bit desperate.
The general rhetoric is that Donald Trump is Adolf Hitler incarnate. The truth, however, is something far more awkward.
New year, same old fake headlines. In the first edition of 2018, we travel to IKEA to urinate on a catalogue, to Yale University to wave allegations, and to Silicon Valley to drink undrinkable water.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. In the week just gone, Donald crashed through the floor, an actor faced sexual harassment allegations and memes swept in to save us from ourselves.
As America tumbles ever closer to the pit, Aaron Sorkin is one of the few that can accurately chart the detritus and find hope in it.
Oh, Sunday. You’re gorgeous. In the week that has been, we’ve witnessed a tell-all book on Trump telling us what we already knew, the mercury rose in Victoria as did the blood alcohol content of some pioneering New Zealanders.
The last work week of the year would unfortunately not go quietly, as Donald Trump eviscerated the taxation system, complicated violent sped through the Melbourne CBD and history was made at the end of a cuff.
In her latest exclusive, Ivanka expresses her frustration that the only authoritative source likely to confirm her Dad’s standing as the Greatest US President Ever, is him.
You know how it works. The news, undercut by irreverent waffling. This morning, Lena Dunham became a phrase, Donald lived his best life and the Batman needs a new face. But who?
Good morning all! The week that just flew had a nicer face than usual. Unless you’re Robert Mugabe. Or you voted ‘No’.
In another compelling communiqué from the White House, Ivanka reveals that her dad is closer to God than you might think.
Another week, another questionable set of choices. This week Harvey Weinstein became a verb, friends became past tense, and Tim Cahill (almost) became a a pariah. Almost.
Beyond the insane headlines and moronic soundbite, sits an even scarier truth. America under Donald Trump isn’t that different to what it was before.
Ugh, my head. While you weren’t present, Tim Cahill revealed our footballing entitlement, Seth Rogen’s mum hunted him on Twitter, and Donald Trump still can’t let the moron thing go. A rose by any other name, right?
There’s a theme that links all these pieces together. See if you can spot it. Donald Trump continues to stew over the ‘moron’ comment, Harvey Weinstein was terminated and Rick & Morty fans acted their age.
The Internet is a place not unlike purgatory. Except far more boring. Welcome back to the tepid pool of fake news. Don’t drink the water.
Ever wonder why we tolerate the politicians we elect turning from good to evil? There’s a very good reason why.
Good morning, gorgeous. While you were dozing, Trump met the people of Puerto Rico, one gun manufacturer benefitted from Las Vegas, and Jared Leto committed career seppuku.
I hope you like abject insanity on your toast, as Donald Trump sledged Hurricane survivors, Hugh Hefner ensured his legacy, and we went to war over Macklemore.
Twitter is currently infested with bots, but no-one is quite sure why. Typically, Donald Trump is front-and-centre to this problem, but local leaders and journalists alike are subject to the same problem. I’m looking at you, Malcolm.