The Hobart Mercury 25 July 2011
Okay, I’m going to have a crack at it and suggest that the real problem in Tasmania’s forests (and Tasmania in general) is that cosy deals get stitched up behind closed doors where nobody can hear them until they are triumphantly presented as the solutions to all our woes.
You don’t have to be a Zen master to work out that this isn’t the last we hear about it.
The Hobart Mercury 23 July 2011
It is my theory that Tony’s inability to stick with the one version of reality for more than a few minutes at a time is due to excessive caffeine intake, possibly from back when he displayed the sound judgement to campaign for 36 hours without sleep before the last election.
No it isn’t.
Great, now I’m doing it. Better have another coffee.
No, it’s not the greatest political comeback since Lazurus’ triple bypass, but the above Be Free, Kevin! just won the People’s Choice Award for the Behind the Lines 2010 exhibition at the Riverside Theatre in Parramatta after winning it previously in Canberra, proving that both Parramattans and Canberrans have excellent taste.
The exhibition is travelling to Perth next, so do go along (feel free to vote for some other cartoon if you really must). It’s an excellent summation of a vintage year for political cartooning in Australia.
The Hobart Mercury 12 July 2011
As those hardy souls who are not fooled by facts argue when it comes to climate change, nature does indeed run in cycles. In the case of the human species, the cycle goes thus:
With fossil fuels and resulting climate change, we’re currently at 4. While you’d be mad to think that the carbon tax is going to solve the problem by itself, with any luck it might be a start to mitigating the disaster our children and grandchildren are going to have to deal with down the track. So quit whingeing about a few extra dollars on your electricity bill and put a bloody jumper on instead. The place will warm up eventually.
The Hobart Mercury 9 July 2011
The government barn is apparently so light on for hay that it’s ripping fodder out of the schools and hospitals which it is nominally responsible for. You’d think under the circumstances it would be reasonable to tell a private venture like a woodchip mill to find itself a private paddock rather than pitchforking precious taxpayers’ hay to the forestry industry until the cows come home.