As a long time devotee to the AFL, I’ve experienced abuse in many forms. It is so entwined in the experience, removing it could be harmful. But that doesn’t make it right. Or does it?
Well, another week, another shot to the national solar plexus. This week, the UK tried to move past Theresa May and the federales raided aunty’s drawer. Hooray.
Well, it’s been a week punctuated by gunshot, a local voyeur peeking at Jupiter and ‘freedom gas’, whatever that happens to be.
Well, what a week it was. Theresa May and Bill Shorten left their posts, but the internet desired something far kinkier.
Well, that just happened. However, Scott Morrison sensationally winning the federal election was merely the top of a very shady iceberg.
Well, it’s been a particularly incompetent week, punctuated by Venezuela’s problematic coup and our lesser-known politicians being absolutely deplorable. But at least one elderly couple found $10m worth of methamphetamine on their doorstep. That’s good, right?
Well, as far as weeks go, it was almost tolerable. Joe Biden decided he wants to be President, Fraser Anning’s mob doubled down and one joke targeted something we all loathe.
Well, what a week it was. The Notre Dame drove white-hot discussion, and Australia dipped to yet another unwanted sequel. What is this life?
What a week it was. Julian Assange got a serious note from his landlord, a mother of two was charged with prolicide and one family member went to the football…long after his death.
It’s been a week of relative detritus what with One Nation and Brexit. But there was a dog…and perhaps that is enough.
What a week it was. Christchurch suffered Australian-grown terrorism, our children marched to make us see the obvious and one homeless teen beat the odds.
Like sand through the hourglass, this was another day in our lives. Well, seven. Tony Abbott got zinged, a Trump flunkie got sent to the slammer and a billionaire was murdered by schadenfreude. Standard.
What a week. George Pell experienced jail food, Donald Trump finally went to Vietnam and our media lost a true heavyweight.
What a week it has been. The pope gave us a cardinal clanger, Julie Bishop called it quits and one mother took on an empire over the depiction of fake genitals. Stop the world, I want to get off!
What a week it was. Venezuela took the high road, our banks shrugged off crisis, and one man rode an punchline all the way to the Presidency.
Well, it’s been a messy week. Donald Trump lost his mojo, we sparred with China and one flight got particularly visceral.
Well, it’s been a difficult one. Theresa May barely kept her job, ugliness revisited the streets of Melbourne and a sweet new hairdo hit China.
The week that was was a particularly brutal one, highlighted by numerous stabbings and one man’s war against a spider.
What a state of affairs. The last week of 2018 featured Italian flair reaching Sydney, one Dad’s loving micromanagement and many tourists not making it back from their holiday.
Well, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s been an odd week. The US pulled out of Syria, George Christensen pulled into South East Asia and schadenfreude powered the word of law.
What a week. PETA jumped the shark, odd things were heard in space and our politics went to complete doo-doo.
Our school kids skipping school to protest the Government’s inaction should be an example to follow. In fact, compared to the people who govern us, they seem like the adults