Scott Morrison commanding our councils to enforce January 26 is indicative of the culture war economy that powers us.
The death of 100,000 fish in the Murray-Darling Basin was blamed on low water levels, but the question of who turned off the tap needs to be asked.
Today is the 21st of December, the setting of the greatest Christmas song ever produced. Paul Kelly’s ‘How to make gravy’ should be on endless repeat today, because it is honest, it is real, and it is very much us.
Today, the A-League settled on which clubs will be joining them. The decisions they made were not based on football, or business. Bitterly, this is the same behaviour that sunk the NSL.
Growing up, Ernest Hemingway was a hero of mine. While I’ve moved on, I believe he’s a necessary ex to have – even if I regret loving him so.
Returning to the club scene which previously defined me, I’m confronted with the realisation that my “not too long ago” was a very long ago indeed. Has it evolved? Or have I simply moved on?
I’ve made choices in my life. One of them was not having kids. Yet, disappointingly, I’m unable to escape the grip of Moana, or Frozen. My angst, it’s calling me.
This morning, Stan Lee, the grand old man who created countless universes, left us. However, to dorks like me, his work will forever remain, and thusly, he shall too.
Again, extreme violence has punctured the American landscape. But expecting change illustrates a complete ignorance of their history. It repeats, because they allow it to.
Scott Morrison might not be able to stop saying ‘fair dinkum’, but research actually shows that his colleagues are far more guilty of it. Fair dinkum.
I’ve been a Rockstar gamer since forever, but I’ve had to retreat to the internet to figure out what should be obvious in Red Dead 2.
As a gamer and a parent, I feel we need to heavily salt the negative sensationalism about gaming. Our kids are not at risk. In fact, quite the opposite.
By now, we’re overly familiar with Scott Morrison’s overly familiar social media videos. While we might roll our eyes at the tackiness, he’s connecting to the Australia that matters to him.
I took the day off to play Red Dead Redemption 2, but I’ve spent all of it watching a bar slowly fill. It’s been wild. Kill me now.
Usain Bolt to play for the Mariners, but wants more money. Conversely, the Mariners want someone else to fit the bill, but won’t play him. I’ve heard less toxic relationships articulated at Centrelink.
The recommendation that religious schools be able to discriminate against students is an easy headline to be angry at. The reality is quite different.
That plan that push new migrants into the country instead Sydney and Melbourne will not work. I’m from the bush. The problems are worse out there.
The Opera House becoming ad space has bristled many, but I’m willing to suggest that selling out is completely in line with Sydney’s morals.
Donald Trump’s defence of Brett Kavanaugh hinges on the fact that his victims are wrong, as they couldn’t possibly remember the moment accurately. Sadly, his assumption is one we’ve all had.
This morning, we’ve discovered that Bert and Ernie’s original writer believed them to be a couple. While Sesame Workshop has denied the claim, they’re also denying what they’ve taught us.
We’re all overworked and overwrought. However, the needle in the strawberry punnet is our way out. We just need to be lucky enough to find one.
Millennials are not anti-religion, we’ve just replaced the church with the gym but kept the reasoning. Forgive me for these gains I’m about to receive.