Does anybody really want to win this thing? By anybody, of course, we mean Tony Abbott and Julia Gillard.
They are alive and well in Washington because they reflect the American national character, argues Justin Vaïsse
Although the election campaign is only a week old, the contradictions and weaknesses at the heart of Labor’s bid to retain power have become glaringly obvious.
This Thursday evening, Australians will be able to turn on their televisions and enjoy a new source of news: ABC News 24, Aunty’s effort to launch a 24-hour news station.
By the time this magazine has arrived in your hands, Julia Gillard may have called an election.
It is a measure of Tony Abbott’s success that, in Julia Gillard’s first fortnight as prime minister, she has backed down at least partially on her predecessor’s mining industry super tax and changed the government’s tune on asylum-seekers.
Who’s a clever boy, then? To hear the ABC’s Barrie Cassidy tell it, it is he and his cohorts at Australia’s public broadcaster.
The political assassination of Kevin Rudd and the astonishing elevation of Julia Gillard to the nation’s top job will soon be off the news agenda.
One of our favourite newspaper features is the Australian’s ‘Cut & Paste’ segment, which seeks to hang journalists, politicians, and the generally self-righteous with their own words.
If baseball is America’s national pastime, beating ourselves up about race relations is surely one of Australia’s.
So, Kevin Rudd is in serious political trouble.
In the last act of Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, the hyper-rational, beneficent, electronic technocrat known as HAL 9000 slowly but surely loses its virtual mind.
‘If a visitor to Australia, unacquainted with the country’s politics, were to read a recent speech by Malcolm Fraser and compare it to one of John Howard’s speeches, the visitor would be unlikely to believe that the two men had each led the same political party.’ What John Roskam of the Institute of Public Affairs wrote in Quadrant several years ago is as true today as it was in 2002.
It’s that time of year again, when the great and the good of the world literary scene descend on the Harbour City for an orgy of back-slapping, book-signing and self-congratulation at the Sydney Writers’ Festival.
A study in America’s Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences this past week offered consolation to anyone worried about impending middle or old age: according to the researchers, people tend to get happier as they get older, with 85-year-olds apparently even happier and more satisfied than 18-year-olds.
Did you feel that rumbling? A deep, faint trembling is suggesting deep shifts are taking place in the tectonic plates — not prompted by volcanoes in Iceland or sinkholes in Guatemala, but rather a re-alignment in the ranks of the federal ALP that has prompted serious questions about Kevin Rudd’s long-term future.
One of the consolations of studying history is the perspective it provides on one’s own troubles.
Any doubt that an election is in the offing was dispelled by Wayne Swan’s budget this week.
Any way you look at it, it was a remarkable achievement.
Everybody tells lies, and anyone who says they don’t is a lying liar.
The dangerous thing about thin ice is that one never knows just how thin it is until it cracks.
And so the great Rudd juggernaut has come shuddering to a halt.
Adam Connolly on the unlikely friendship between ex-PMs Bob Hawke and John Howard
Whoever coined the phrase ‘politics makes strange bedfellows’ did not know the half of it.
Has everyone finished hyperventilating about the Melbourne Storm busting the National Rugby League salary cap? Good.