Not circulating the name of the shooter has gained momentum since the Christchurch tragedy. It has also spread to the US, evident in the reporting of the recent Virginia Beach mass shooting. Perhaps we should do the same.
Well, it’s morning. We know the identity of the Darwin shooter, George Pell’s appeal is scheduled for today and Kevin Hart will catch your bus to shout at you. Go back to sleep.
A mass shooting has touched down on the shores of Australia, with a Darwin hotel the setting. While the perpetrator is in custody, his motives remain unknown.
Over the weekend, a Facebook post went viral, shocked at the obvious racism of Darwin streets. Having lived there, I know the victim, and I know the behaviour.
At the time of the rebellion, Darwin was little more than shantytown of the lost and the deliberately missing. But it was the escalation of beer prices that was the match which set last straws alight.
The trendy concept of ‘Beer Yoga’ is one that clearly hasn’t had enough. I’ve done it, and let me tell you, it makes no sense.
Well, not bad for a Monday. We had Trump inventing a terror attack and the Internet biting back, Darwin celebrated the 75th anniversary of it being bombed and Rodrigo Duterte went off the deep end. Again.
After Bill Shorten hinted at Indigenous recognition on Monday night’s Q&A, I thought I should voice the realities I have witnessed since moving to Darwin.