No sweetheart deals for Gunns?
Champagne comedy.
Families: bedrock of society or left-wing conspiracy?
These days parents can compare and contrast their kiddies’ school and soon their childcare centre with a click of the mouse, but do their kids get a chance to check if their own parents measure up? Are the biggest influences on these vulnerable mites’ lives exposed to a bit of healthy competition? Are mums and dads that don’t measure up named and shamed in the righteous cause of improving standards? No, they are not.
Sounds awfully bloody socialist to me.
Ah, the good old days when Big Red promised us all a glorious closed loop, independently umpired, pulpy future. Now I think we can all agree that events have shown that Big Red was talking a load of, well, pulp. No promise too lavish, no guideline too strict, no rule too harsh, until they become inconvenient and were clearfelled forthwith. That was of course the Big Red Way.
No doubt Little Red will prove much the same. No native forests going into the mill? Sure, until it turns out that the numbers don’t add up at which point “native forest” simply becomes a plantation that hasn’t met a bulldozer yet. Bit of a stink about the place? That vindaloo you ate last night. Poisons pouring into Bass Strait? It was just a one-off and those fish were bound to die at some point and anyway it will cost a million dollars a day if we get shut down etc. But don’t worry, the poor bastard who reported the breach will be fired imediately.
Too big to fail. Until it does, of course, and then the lucky taxpayers get to bail it out.
Welcome back, Big Red.
Sexism in the workplace these days seems to me about as archaic (and sensible) as lighting up a cigarette. Now despite having never actually had a real job myself, I’m reliably informed it still happens, and good on the government for having a crack at sorting it out. Somehow though, I suspect some silliness will ensue along the way.