Today, kids around the world are protesting climate change. They’ve had to endure rising levels of tone-deaf criticism from the so-called adults.
The demonstration at St Kilda might have shocked many, but I’ve seen pro-nazi sentiment anonymously carved on toilet doors all over the nation.
With the wrongful arrest of Mohamed Nizamdeen boiling down to romantic revenge, I suggest we pause to reflect on our behaviour. Or the face of our true antagonist.
This remembrance day, I suggest that we don’t honour the fallen digger, I believe that we should take a mental note of the responsible adults who sent them to die.
Yesterday, Scott Morrison announced that veterans who fly Virgin Australia will be thanked for their service. We need lasting psychological care, not an empty salute.
According to a Defence report, since 2001 twice as many ADF veterans like myself have been lost to suicide than to armed conflict. Their new strategy seems too little, too late.
This morning, the FBI found no link between Brett Kavanaugh and the allegations against him. With Cristiano Ronaldo facing a similar, I suggest we stick to the facts, and not automatically judge.
With Scott Morrison jumping ahead in the preferred PM race, I suggest we focus on the culture of automatic criticism that pervades our politics.
Yesterday, we had another near miss with terrorism in this country. The truth is that we haven’t been ‘lucky’.
Last week, we magnified the story of Elin Ersson saving a migrant from being deported. This week, we discovered the truth…and ignored it.
Today, a Swedish student named Elin stopped an asylum seeker from being deported. We might celebrate her stand, but in reality, it changes nothing.
Last night, the African gang problem was sensationalised on Seven’s Sunday Night. While many people questioned who the piece was for, well, it was made for people like me.
Yesterday, the date changed. Except it was the wrong one. Which makes the whole victorious furore that followed rather self-serving.
The bill put forward by the conservatives this morning has one rightful place, the bin. It does no good for either side of the argument.
Melbourne Cup day is again upon us, and in between the drunks, we have those who look to stop it. However, I ask, where are they the rest of the year?
We cheered when we discovered that we could legally call Tony Abbott the c-word. However, with the Judge ruling that we find that word less offensive, I think it’s time we institute a national swear jar.
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.
On the road, I work to the sound of arguments. However, since 18C reared its head again, the discussion has turned louder, and more extreme.
When Malcolm Turnbull speaks, the nation binds together to disagree. But if we took his comments on his energy plan seriously, we might get somewhere.
Yes, things are bad. But our propensity to attach the “worst ever” label is short sighted, lazy, and frankly a bit thick.
The Aus Gov is apparently rolling out revamped food labels which accurately show how much of our food is made here, but I feel a better solution is already within our grasp.
With Malcolm Turnbull’s approval rating crashing to zero and Tony Abbott threatening a return, I contend that it’s not all doom and gloom – it’s actually business as usual.