…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
Since our overseas readers express mild bewilderment over the so called political instability here in Australia, some explanation might be in order.
It is like this. Australian journalists*, by now totally and permanently disconnected from the concerns, hopes and anxieties of the Australian public, expect us, the citizens, to be interested in the two aging, impotent cockerels fighting for the right to stand on the top of the heap of manure and preside over a flock of non-laying, disoriented but self-importantly clucking chooks. The cockerels, hens and everybody else but the journalists know that the position on the top of the heap is transient, because (unless the elections are abolished) sooner or later a farmer comes with a hatchet. In the meantime the fey fabian fowl, full of the socialist media hormones, with brains to match, hope that the farmer has short enough memory to allow them to get through one more chicken pot/election cycle.
The myopic journalists would like us to be like them, to concentrate on trivia, in other words to have worries like a bride, who asks her mother which nightie to wear on her wedding night. If I could substitute myself for the wise mother and my fellow, oh so naïve and innocent, Australians for the bride, I would say: “It makes no difference, my dear. You will get fucked anyway.”
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If you got this far, you may click on the Australian Debt Clock in the right column of Fog of Chaos. Hilarious, isn’t it, Laurie Oakes? David Marr? ABC? Anybody?
*/ there are exceptions, of course. See Piers Akerman’s Welcome to banana republic of Labornesia