CLP spill pours petrol, not oil, on NT’s troubled political waters
One rusted-on CLP member told Crikey this morning, “The brains are all on the backbench, the fuckwits are running the party”.
One rusted-on CLP member told Crikey this morning, “The brains are all on the backbench, the fuckwits are running the party”.
The LNP, convinced of its electoral invincibility and drunk on its own ideological Kool-Aid, had turned itself into the political equivalent of a suicide squad.
I won't take their shit anymore. The NT education department has thrown everything at me—legal cases, angry letters, kicked me out of my house and job, tried to bleed me dry with legal costs and I had to move to another state to do the job I love—but I'm still standing and I can laugh at them now.
Welcome to the worst day of your life. The bottle-o is closed and all you have left is some cheap champagne that Aunt Betty left behind after one of her rare visits yesterday/last week/month/year and that no-one has dared to drink because it was crap. What to do? First, get a mango, then ...
"The journalists say they are satisfied with the good reception given to the special issue in June [this year], which recalled the death of former Secretary of the Communist Party Enrico Berlinguer. It happened thirty years ago, when l’Unità had a circulation of almost two hundred thousand copies.”
Chips Mackinolty writes from Palermo on the Sei isole in un mare di morti. The six islands in a sea of death refer to Sicily and Lampedusa, but as well to Christmas Island, Nauru, Manaus and Australia itself.
How the north was won - Alison Anderson and Matthew Cranitch got the CLP over the line in Blain.
Darwin bucked the trend at the turn of last century in the way Asian settlers underpinned whatever successes the tiny frontier town could claim, potentially becoming a model for a non-Eurocentric form of belonging to this continent. Unfortunately this prospect so alarmed the whiskered white men in power down south that the White Australia Policy was crafted instead.
"The best advice that I ever got was given by members of Status Quo “Whatever you do, don’t puncture your skin.” Snort it, drink it, smoke it, swallow it … but don't ever stick a needle in."
I am able to celebrate Australia day and embrace the stories of survival. I want to know the stories and share them with people as well. I have accepted that as a big part of my life, as a 24-year-old indigenous woman.