He says: "We need to be honest with the Australian people about the costs of committing to net zero carbon by 2050." The vapour rises from his words, the steaming stink of them. Even honesty has two sides. Just one little "not" and the statement is even more relevant: "We need to be honest with … Continue reading Full Steam A… Which Way?
I cannot forget your steely-white glare; the too-hot press of you against my skin. My body contracted until cracks appeared. Plants wilted, waterholes sucked in and my body fissured abandoned to exuberant wind and the angry roar of carbon-crazed dragons. The smoke rolled over us all like hell's too-slow envoy. Before it, a syndicate of … Continue reading Australia’s Summer
Have you heard of Lawrence Lessig? He's articulate and brainy. He embraces big ideas in tiny shells like pistachios and his audiences clap and cheer. Have you heard of Greta Thunberg? She's small and shy-looking but with anger like a burning stick and surprisingly fearless. Her audiences are often in trouble. Have you heard of … Continue reading Comparing Steps
If my name were Donald and I liked golf I too would find a good shadowy cap and arm myself with a 3 iron and walk over the greens authoritatively It's a maelstrom out there; a swampy suckhole and, without being hysterical about it, I feel safer letting my lawyer do the talking. Who knew?
Four glittering Cartier watch faces, keeping the time in executive spaces, handed by Holgate to high-flying wanglers who did a good deal and wrangled the bankers. $20,000 of wrist-wrapping bling to ensure these fine workers continue their thing. She came from big business where bonuses are blousy, not in the service where gifts mark you … Continue reading PM Quietly Goes Postal on CEO
A gaseous cloud balloons above the rows of flagpoles whose stays clang ominously in a wing-fed breeze. The sky domes expectantly - a pregnant pause. A change is coming. Thunder barrel-rolls the valley floor. Cockatoos screech - a thousand of them wheeling in and encircling the house. In The House, in the sumptuously upholstered room … Continue reading Tomorrow… in The House on The Hill
Even the straightest can bust a move, I mean she's one square peg, or so we thought, but now old Sandilands is comparing notches, tit for tat, no pun intended, I swear. We all thought that woman is beat, whipped and stiff as eggs and sugar. Then badda-bing... and Mr Murdoch's taken her in, has … Continue reading The Rising…
Blow on a dandelion - is he? isn't he? is he? isn't he? - until it begins to look like him in a fuzzy, funny way. Nobody knows when he caught the bug. Nobody knows if it's let him go. The secrets swirl mistily around that great, white house and the man - his irate … Continue reading Waiting for Election Day
You are that proud yacht: sails full, wind-tilted facing the waves with confidence and grace Your bow wave - that iridescent 'V' - presses outward meeting other ripples, going (it seems) for miles. I don't know if anybody heard you coming - so young and so clean - but you're going to sail around a … Continue reading For Jacinda Ardern
This idea of a gas lead recovery... put your money on a drill bit and watch it sink spinning into the dark earth beneath the dark sea. It augers well. We're spiraling, Australia, into this gassy pit... Back in black, just as they promised.
