According to the internet, Tony Abbott’s seat of Warringah is the next to be challenged by an independent candidate, one Jane Caro.
An unwanted bedfellow, a trip up a river on a floating cocktail bar and a lame attempt to be bad blackened the eye of #AusPol this week. But who won?
After Tony Abbott congratulated himself for the formation of his stable government, the last leader of the Soviet Union followed suit.
Cec Pitt, one of the greatest natural talents in fake news, discusses the vital role of political assassination in a modern democracy.
In front of our eyes, we’ve seen our politics devolve into the pursuit of revenge. But just how sweet is revenge, and how long will we see it last?
Tony Abbott accepting a role guiding indigenous affairs is a joke, and an old one, as we’ve been here before.
As it turns out, a Somali jihadist group has more of a problem with plastic bags than Tony Abbott does. He surely can’t stand for that.
Dearie me, what a week. Barnaby Joyce finally fell on his sword, America hid behind a gun and one pizza empire got surprisingly smutty.
A tired movie reference, a questionable holiday fling and an overturned semi worth of irony litters the street of AusPol. Who won? Who cares.
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.
Frank Rarely, the distinguished Fake News correspondent in Canberra discusses political leadership prospects for Australia.
As a nation, we seem to have a bit of a Tony Abbott problem. For whatever reason, we just can’t stop listening to him.
An op-shop formal, a rainbow bullet in the foot and a blunt attempt to hang with the cool kids all found themselves in the pit of #Auspol this week. So, who won?
Welcome back to the week that was yours. Disaster struck, but natural and lesser so, headlined by one Cory Bernardi.
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.
As far as this political analyst sees it, the challenge for Malcolm is not keeping his job, but rather making sure he doesn’t eclipse Tony Abbott’s mark of Newspoll non-excellence.
Well. Good morning to you, and well done, you’ve survived. This week there was much stroking of US warheads, local egos and protracted references as Walmart references Columbine.
One instance of getting medieval, the elimination of two enemies and a brazen attempt to fondle the national jewels. Pretty standard, #Auspol. For shame.
Tony Abbott remains a problem for Malcolm Turnbull. Solving that problem may take some innovative thinking, so we travelled to Canberra, via Rooty Hill.
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.
The first bricks of a hate wall, the stripping back of pretence and a picnic spoiled. Winners, all. Oh, #Auspol, what are you like?
Judge Judy fantasies, inadvertent self-flagellation and a footrace to the bottom. Winners, all. However, in the harsh game of #AusPol, who secured their Internet legacy?