Anthony Abbott’s Xmas Miracle

In the city of Canberra, of roundabout fame, Lived a strange little man with a clergyman’s name; He wasn’t a cardinal, though there was one he knew, And he wasn’t a bishop, although he had two; He wasn’t nun in a gown and a habit, And he wasn’t a pope – he was only anContinue reading “Anthony Abbott’s Xmas Miracle”

How many dead babies does it take to win an election?

I would say that reading about the election fills me with a hollow, nauseating despair; except that reading that reading about the election fills people with a hollow, nauseating despair also fills me with a hollow, nauseating despair. It seems like the most dull, painful cliché of this dull, painful, cliché-infested election is how dull,Continue reading “How many dead babies does it take to win an election?”