The Australian 18 June 2011
Now I’m as big a fan of the cancer death stick industry as anyone, and in fact I’d cheerfully support legislation forcing them to call their product “cancer death sticks” under the truth in advertising act, but it would seem a bit rude to ask them to send you cash (preferably unmarked bills in an olive green paper bag) while you’re doing it.
The Australian 10 June 2011
In the fight to the death that preventing the ETS has become, Tony is now in the awkward position of essentially having to deny that the market is the best way to effect human behavioural change, which is a tricky sell when you’re trying to position your party as the superior economic manager.
It’s a bit disappointing, as an argument on the detail of how the carbon tax/ETS is going to be structured might actually yield some good ideas and be quite useful to the future of the country.
I look forward to seeing if Malcolm Turnbull manages to get through this one without his head exploding.
The Australian 9 June 2011
Coming up to the first anniversary of  Julia’s giving Kevin the Julius Caesar treatment, she must occasionally look back wistfully on those halcyon, uncomplicated days when she was only leader of the country when Kevin was overseas. Personally, I am shocked and frankly disappointed that Tony hasn’t pointed out that bovine farting will always be higher under Labor yet.
The Australian 3 June 2011
Perhaps I’m old and jaded, but the insults in Parliament these days are rubbish and nothing I’ll be reading to my kiddies.
The Australian 2 June 2011
Most of the grownups now seem to be at least publicly on the same page that climate change actually exists, so apart from the argument that nobody should do anything until somebody else does, which of course means never doing anything ever, the actual point of contention seems to be how much the carbon price per tonne should be.
If memory serves, the Greens want something around $40 and Tony of course is plumping for $0, or less if at all possible. Using the scientific principle of splitting the difference between Tony and Bob, somewhere in the vicinity of $20 looks like a fair bet, maybe a few dollars on either side depending on whether the wind’s blowing in a La Nina or El Nino direction at the time.
Politics aside, if Tony and Julia do turn out to be the last breeding pair of the human race, it’s probably best to just give another species a crack at it.