Following today’s extraordinary Liberal Party spiral out of control, before our very eyes, Australia’s political Right is falling apart:
If you aren’t welcome in the Turnbull Liberal Team there is a credible and principled alternative. @AuConservatives pic.twitter.com/3t4nQ9CdI8
— Cory Bernardi (@corybernardi) July 11, 2017
#BREAKING| Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull confirms what everyone already knew! One Nation is Australia’s LARGEST conservative party!#auspol pic.twitter.com/YMSEO5Cx8n
— Pauline Hanson (@PaulineHansonOz) July 10, 2017
The SMH is reporting that vile neo-Nazi posters have appeared in Sydney’s Inner West:
This is real time disintegration we are witnessing.
I could refer back to the endless mistakes and misreading of our economy that have led to this impasse but at such times W.B Yeats says it better than I ever could.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
