Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
It’s Day 52 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation, but Prime Minister Scott Morrison has now sketched out a three-step plan for rolling back the restrictions on our movements. If everything works. Meanwhile, everything in The America is collapsing.
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It’s Day 33 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. He’s settling into a routine, but others are starting to get restless and are demanding release. Meanwhile, Donald Trump is going insane.
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It’s Day 25 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. A trip down to Sydney on Friday provided some relief, but also a reminder of how bleak everything is becoming.
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It’s Day 10 is Stilgherrian’s isolation, at least how he’s counting it. America is doomed, and the Easter Bunnies in Wentworth Falls look very sad indeed.
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In this episode Snarky Platypus and I taste test the new Arnott’s Shapes Aussie Legends crackers, and we hear how bots and trolls are spreading disinformation about Australia’s unprecedented bushfires.
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This episode it’s all about the year that was 2019, as it dissolves in unreality and disappears in a cloud of bushfire smoke.
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