If you think “Aotearoa” is fast descending into a hell-hole of juvenile crime… well, you’re not wrong. I’m not talking about the infantile antics of the gang of criminals infesting the Beehive, of course. As you all know, Auckland especially has been subject to a veritable reign of
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Michelle Grattan Professorial Fellow University of Canberra Alcohol bans will be reimposed in Northern Territory communities, in a victory for Anthony Albanese over a reluctant territory government. The federal government will also provide $250 million in extra funding for a range of initiatives in employment, health and other areas. The
Michael Cook * Full disclosure: the author is a member of Opus Dei. mercatornet.com Michael Cook is the editor of MercatorNet. He lives in Sydney, Australia. Four Corners, a flagship program on Australia’s ABC, broadcast a scathing attack on two private schools in Sydney on Monday evening. Their crime:
In opposition, Anthony Albanese relentlessly attacked Scott Morrison for either being “missing in action” during national disasters or supposedly merely flying in for photo ops. “I won’t go missing in action,” Albanese bragged. And the instant he was elected? His very first act as Prime Minister was to vanish
The proponents of an “Indigenous Voice” claim that it’s essential to closing the often shocking gaps, in everything from crime, violence and education, between Aboriginal Australians and the rest of the nation. Never mind that we collectively already spend over $30bn a year on Aboriginal affairs, more than twice
There’s one good thing, at least, coming out of Alice Spring’s descent into juvenile lawlessness: the whole vacuous, pointless, useless charade of the “Voice” referendum is being shamefully exposed for the onanistic elite power-grab that it really is. On the one hand, you have a town where one
Nobody quite does derangement like the left. From Tony Abbott to Judith Collins to the biggest of them all, Donald Trump, the left are constantly goaded into hooting and screeching like a tribe of poo-flinging monkeys at one Goldstein figure after another. Another of their favourite targets of the Daily
Any lingering doubt that the Australian elite class are determined to erase Australia Day from the calender has been stripped bare, this year. For years, of course, the weeks leading up to Australia Day have been the Annual Festival of Hate for the fringe left. Not any more. This year,
The left-media really need to make up their minds. Either women are fearless girl-bosses who can do anything a man can do, better, or they’re helpless, Victorian, fainting flowers who wither and die the instant they’re exposed to the buffeting winds of politics. They can’t have it
Soon after the Charles II was restored to the throne, the triumphant monarchists exhumed Cromwell’s corpse from Westminster Abbey and subjected it to a posthumous hanging, drawing and quartering. They were rank amateurs, compared to the Australian left. No sooner has any public figure even slightly to the right
Imagine you’re shopping for a used car. The salesman won’t tell you anything about the car, only that it will be a car and you will have to pay something for it. How much? He’ll tell you that after you’ve signed the contract. Can you see
In the middle of the last century, Australia’s closest ally was New Zealand and its bitterest enemy was Japan. In the early decades of the new century, those roles haven’t been entirely reversed, but they certainly have been severely shaken. Indeed, within a decade of the end of
Another day, another Big Business grifter demanding to import another couple of hundred thousand cheap foreign workers. Back in the good, old days, these cronies would simply Blackbird a village of Kanakas, no worries. But modern society tends to frown on such activities, so the Top End of Town has
They’re a strange mob, the Greens. They’ll chain themselves to the gate six-deep to a mining site if word gets out that a wallaby fell in a tailings dam and drowned. But the same gaggle of smelly unemployables and pious nosey-nannas are nowhere to be seen while wind-farms
