For as long as I can remember, there hasn’t been such a goldmine of scandal and skullduggery as the Higgins-Lehrmann saga since the 1970s, at least. It’s a never-ending fountain of shenanigans: from scheming politicians, sketchy public servants, dodgy lawyers and shameless media. It’s burned nearly everyone
As magician and sceptic Penn Jillette puts it: if you live in a beach-house in the US, you probably shouldn’t be trying to tell starving people in the rest of the world that you’re’ fighting the technology that could feed their children… Unless you and yours are starving,
OK, here’s a little bit of pithy wisdom I’d not heard before but which will prove handy to folk like me who are forever trying to remember whether clocks go backward or forward at the beginning or ending of daylight savings time: Spring forwards, fall backwards. Aha, sorted.
The Soviet-born Australian composer Elena Kats-Chernin once reminisced about the her childhood. Her father would sometimes bring home a special gift: an orange. She would, she said, save the orange for as long as possible, eating one precious segment a day. It’s a stark reminder to Western children today,
It must be such a relief for him. Finally, Anthony Albanese doesn’t even have to bother pretending any more: he’s finally got the excuse he’s been itching for, to rip the mask off and show what he really thinks. Or, more correctly, what he knows will win
Remember when it was all, “Gays are just nice, normal people entitled to their privacy like anyone else”? Somehow that’s become, “Gays like to bang animals and they want to tell your kids about it in secret!” If the latter sounds “homophobic” to you, rest easy. It’s officially
As I wrote recently, New Zealand police are hot on the case when some petty vandalism sets the rainbow chickens clucking, but actual crimes? Of the robby, stabby, shooty, kind? You won’t see them for dust. In fact, most New Zealanders don’t even bother reporting crimes any more,
EV drivers get terribly upset when you point out the many shortcomings of their smugmobiles. In fact, they’re a bit like Apple computer and phone users: so besotted with the sleek exterior and shiny coloured icons that they’ll furiously deny that it’s a pile of crap at
Was there ever a more cloth-eared PM than Anthony Albanese? From swanning around on endless overseas trips and lounging in the corporate boxes at major events while Australians battle a cost-of-living crisis, to watching in helpless panic as hundreds of foreign-born rapists and paedophiles are given a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card, Albanese’
During the Covid pandemic, it rubbed a great many people the wrong way that nurses in supposedly swamped hospitals had plenty of time to rehearse impeccably-choreographed Tik Tok dance videos. This is what they’re doing, while Grandpa’s urgent cancer screening is cancelled for the sixth month running? But
As I wrote some time ago, it is beyond obvious that the only way the Ukraine war will end is a negotiated peace. Anyone who claimed even back then that Russia would be decisively defeated was kidding themselves — and condemning more Russians and Ukrainians to death. Today, holding out for
When ISIS-K terrorists launched their bloody attack in Moscow last week, it was merely the most visible outrage of a renewed terrorist threat that has been growing since last October. The field is ripe for a resurgence of Islamic mayhem, no doubt as Hamas and its backers in Iran principally,
The shameless grifters of the Climate Cult have more front than Myers. Not content with sucking billions yearly from the taxpayer, to subsidise their panels, turbines, and electric cars, now they’re coming, cap in hand, demanding the taxpayer pay their workers’ wages. We’re constantly huckstered that “green jobs”
Rule of Thumb: if Helen Clark is for it, it’s probably a really, really bad idea. Especially if it’s yet another UN boondoggle. Especially when it’s a UN boondoggle overseen by an agency even more thoroughly discredited than usual. After all, let’s not forget that a
The vote may have been done and dusted before anyone’s dinner had cooled on election night, but the fallout from Australians’ emphatic rejection of the “Indigenous Voice” referendum continues. Not just the temper-tantrums and name-calling from the sore-loser left. We’re finally seeing, for one, just how much of
If the Albanese government was a car, you’d write it off to the scrapheap, instead of pushing it from one disaster to the next. Well, Albo is running a car, of sorts: a clown car. Only when it breaks down, it tends to spew out foreign-born rapists, murderers, and
