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
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?
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
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
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,
She’d no doubt hate the comparison, but it’s hard not to think of Margaret Thatcher’s doubtless most famous phrase, when watching J. K. Rowling stand up to the bully-boys in dresses and their cowardly, creepy enablers in the parliaments, courts and police stations. I prefer to
At some point, calling out the lies and misinformation spewing forth from so-called “fact checkers” has to be declared too easy fruit. But today is not that day, my friends. For as long as these shiftless shills are allowed to pose as arbiters of “truth”, we must keep ripping
Just because something is worth doing, doesn’t mean that it’s worth overdoing, at ridiculously extravagent expense. If you hired a team of crack mercenaries to get rid of a mouse in your kitchen, people would rightly judge you an idiot spendthrift. Spend half a million dollars to whack
It’s amazing what miracles can be achieved by the New Zealand public service when the occasion calls. Non-urgent referrals for mental health assessments in New Zealand were waiting an average of 26 days just for their first face-to-face appointment (which is not an actual assessment: as
It’s an old tradition for newspapers to run April Fool’s Day stories, and on first reading, Nick Cater’s Australian column on renewables subsidies might surely qualify. A quick check of readily available data, though, shows that this is no joke: the Australian government has spent billions of
Once again, a so-called “fact checker” has been caught lying through its teeth. It should surprise absolutely no-one that it was Australia’s ABC. These guys have woeful form, so much so that even their own colleagues have felt compelled to call them out. Now, they’ve peddled
I see a great many memes bewailing that schools don’t teach kids things like taxes, household budgeting and other such ‘adulting’ tasks. Once upon a time, of course, we learned such things at our parents’ knees. When my mother went back to work after her youngest (me) started school,
