A return to the Golden Day of Television, a spot of viral marketing and the grumblings of a questionable constitution spotted #AusPol’s Leopard this week. So, who won?
A short-priced favourite, downstairs loving and sprinkle of Christmas magic decorated the tree of #AusPol this week. So, who won?
A black eye for Jesus, a lib removed to create a new leader and a fresh new haircut highlight the clusterboink that is our system of government. So, who won?
The rebirth of the whiteboard, a butchered cover and a pile of double entendres ruined AusPol’s birthday cake this week. Just you wait until your father gets home.
A tired movie reference, a questionable holiday fling and an overturned semi worth of irony litters the street of AusPol. Who won? Who cares.
Being totally suspended from school, a blunt push for power refused and the return of someone with unfortunate initials. #AusPol, you’re not right.
A baby was showered in abject criticism, a failed audition and a fetid world record was served up this week in #AusPol. Who won? Who cares.
A stupid way to get fired, an offer of participation and a ruined commute stained the walls of #Auspol this week. Welcome to the fun-zone.
In an effort to combat cybercrime, one New Zealand company has built an army of chatbots that utilise the power of empty conversation.
As the bitter realities of Texas become known, one individual decided to create a game where you fight massacres solely armed with thoughts and prayers.
Oh, Wednesday. The plain forgettable cousin of the work week. In the interim of your consciousness, Ivanka’s English was placed under investigation, we escaped President Kid Rock and a Russian journalist lived to tell a joke.
‘Tis Monday. The day of things you have to do that you don’t want to. Well, it could be worse, Donald Trump could be immortalised by the skills of William Shatner, or your famous dad could shame you on Twitter.
The North Koreans have pitched their humble country as a holiday destination for the Russian dollar. They’re promising the outdoors, party propaganda and subjugation of the working class. Could work.
Monday. Why. While you were unconscious the world span on, stepping us closer to nuclear crisis, Vlad moving out of Donald’s house and a lazy tie in of a brilliant TV show.
Hollywood descended on Canberra, an inexplicable promotion and the debut single from Alex Jones. It was a very stupid week in #AusPol.
The RMS #Auspol ran aground this week, scuttling the hope of marriage equality, relocating One Nation to Bangladesh and had its decks sullied by smut.
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.
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.
Well, fudge. Overnight we’ve had an elected official shot, comeuppance for crimes against photoshop and a burger going into space before any of us. Luckily our existence has no meaning.
Wednesday. The day that is like every other day. By the way, the Government’s welfare plan was knocked, a palatial mansion was sold in Mt Druitt and the Warriors chose to not come out and play.
Public holiday Monday. It doesn’t matter, because you’re all still asleep. Trump assassinated by lobster, Bill Cosby wins Nobel Prize, Katy calls for Swift peace action.
The first bricks of a hate wall, the stripping back of pretence and a picnic spoiled. Winners, all. Oh, #Auspol, what are you like?