I’m going to display my slacker Gen X credentials right here and say that sometimes it makes sense to think conservatively and sometimes it’s more sensible to think progressively in much the same way that a hammer is excellent at banging in a nail, but is relatively poor for, say, soldering a circuit board.

In the case of something as fundamental as the climate of the planet, I’m pretty damn conservative on the grounds that under the current conditions, our species is (to borrow a word from one of our species’ most evolved members) “winning”.

The trouble with winning is that you can become a bit of a victim of your success, and there are quite a lot of winners around these days, coming up on 7 billion (and we’re not talking Barnaby billions here). Having all these winners about can change the rules of the game if you’re not very careful and when you’re all set up for kicking goals and the goalposts get moved on you, a great deal of unpleasantness can ensue.

Considering the evidence presented, I’m pretty certain climate change is a real problem and that, all political bullshit aside for just a second, we really need to get ourselves off the fossil fuels ASAP. If you disagree but are still functional enough to google it, feel free to google it, otherwise, well done on reading this far on your own.

Here’s the pocket cartoon on the Malaysian refugee swap I did for Tuesday’s first edition of the Oz before I changed my mind and went with the other one quoting John Howard. And while we’re quoting ex-PMs, here’s a little thing said by Paul Keating (written by Don Watson) at Redfern a while back on Aboriginal reconciliation, though this bit can safely be applied more generally.

It was our ignorance and our prejudice. And our failure to imagine these things being done to us. With some noble exceptions, we failed to make the most basic human response and enter into their hearts and minds. We failed to ask – how would I feel if this were done to me?

Bloody good question.

For the past decade or so, a thorn in the side of the whole “queue jumper” thing has been the absence of an actual queue to jump. Excitingly, Our Jools has discovered the queue in Malaysia, and the pleased purse of her lips whenever she says the word “queue” these days (particularly pertaining to the sending of people to the back of it) is indicative of how important this discovery is to her re-election prospects, I mean stopping the vile trade of people smuggling.

Australia will be shipping 800 asylum seekers to the back of the queue in Malaysia and in turn receiving 4000 refugees from the front of the queue, which is a very generous piece of people-trafficking, I mean humanitarianism, indeed.

Now there are a few wrinkles with the queue’s location in Malaysia, not the least being Malaysia’s rather unfortunate lack of being signatory to the UNHCR conventions in a manner not unlike Nauru, and then there’s the whole beating-with-sticks thing, though it’s possible this may fall under the category of “very very tough love” and getting tough plays particularly well with focus groups, I mean is extremely good for people even if they don’t think so at the time, ie while they are being beaten with the sticks.

There’s been one more wrinkle today, which is that Malaysia want to vet asylum seekers before we send them, which is a little perplexing when we are in fact sending them to Malaysia to be vetted at not inconsiderable expense, but I guess since they own the queue, they get to decide who goes in it.